Chapter 9

After Starsky and Hutch were done with work, they went back to Starsky's house. They burst through the door, laughing.

"Hey, want a pizza?" Starsky asked, still laughing.

"Sure, you can buy and pick it up." Hutch replied.

Starsky stopped laughing. "You once again make me buy."

"Well, you asked."

"Yeah, I guess." Starsky said, picking up the phone. "Yes, I would like two pizzas. One with extra onions, olives, and peppers." Hutch made a face. He mouthed mushrooms and pepperonis. "The other one with mushrooms and pepperonis. Thank you, bye." Starsky hung up the phone.

"Why extra onions?" Hutch asked.

"I like onions, got a problem with that?" Starsky said, crossing his arms.

"No, no. How long is it gonna be?"

"About fifteen minutes. You wanna go with me or stay here?"

"I'll stay here." Hutch replied.

"You sure?" Starsky asked.

"Yes."

"OK."

They each flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. Hutch flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw a flash of orange, The General Lee.

"Hey, the Dukes are on." He said.

"Good, I'll get two beers from the fridge." Starsky said.

"Thanks."

Starsky returned with 2 beers and handed one to Hutch. They each opened it and drank some of it.

It had been about 10 minutes before Starsky left to get the pizza. Hutch kept on watching the Dukes. But before Starsky left, he once again asked Hutch if he would be OK. Hutch once again confirmed. When he left, Hutch focused on the TV.

"Come on, Bo, you can jump that creek!" Hutch yelled at Bo, who was driving the General.

He was watching the episode, "Happy Birthday, General Lee", where Bo and Luke by a black 69 charger and fix it up. They also fight off 2 people who want it back, because they robbed a bank of gold dust and stashed it up under the dashboard. That was the very first jump that the General ever made when he jumped the creek.

Hutch didn't hear the door open behind him, but he felt a sensation of someone behind him. He pulled out his gun. He knew it wasn't Starsky, because he wouldn't even be back yet, and he would have come in a lot louder. Before he had the chance to turn around, a rag with chloroform was wrapped around his nose and mouth. He tried to hit whoever was holding the rag to his mouth with his gun, but it was thrown out of his hand onto the floor. Unconsciousness sucked him in.