Chapter 20 Rebuilding Dusty

That night, Dottie was fixing Dusty with the new parts. Rod was inside with me while we finally figured a way to fix my fan. I had found an old needle on the ground and Rod had found string. I had went to go wash the needle while Rod inspected the string for strength. The town's folk had suggested needle and string to sew my fan together as if sewing clothing. Yes, cars can have clothing, though, it is mostly headgear. How do you think they have things like feather hats or other types of hats without sewing things? It is not made of metal. So, Rod and I had agreed. I was nervous when I thought of sewing my tail. While Dottie was fixing Dusty, Dusty and Chug watched Ripslinger's winnings over and over with different footage. I watched as well. I decided I would have Rod sew my tail together. I did not want to watch in fear I would jump away. My engine was also getting fixed but all it really needed was to get the water drained from inside. I watched as Chug noticed something. I was noticing it too. Chug kept rewinding the footage to get a better view. Chug noticed something and moved to the getting-fixed Dusty. I was listening as Chug made his discovery. I nodded in agreement while Dusty looked as if he did not believe Chug.

"We are live from Mexico." Began Brent. "And here they come."

I was in the line of racers with my engine strapped to my back.

"This is it, race fans." Brent said. "The final leg back to New York."

I was walking beside Dusty, proud. My tail was fixed and my engine working again. As we headed for the track, three pitchforks stopped their current work of fixing a plane to look at us. They were amazed. I knew it wasn't me who they were amazed at. I eyed Dusty with mischief. I noticed at the corner of my eye that the one holding a blowtorch had caught one of the forklift's hat on fire. It noticed this and quickly pats it to extinguish the small flame. I grinned but I kept my pace beside Dusty. Dusty looked astonishing to me. Then again, I have never seen a plane that looked pretty cool; or at least I can't remember, anyway. We stopped when Dottie came up to us with a smile.

"We'll see you two in New York." Dottie said.

Sparky and Chug was next to Dottie as well. But I noticed Skipper in the hanger. Poor guy. I thought.

"Thanks, guys." Dusty gratefully spoke; I dipped my head.

I followed Dusty to the runway. Now that I think of it, Dusty's propeller sounds just like a fan. We saw a group of planes and they looked at us.

"They're back." Says one of the planes.

We both went up to Ripslinger, anger pulsing through both of us. No wonder Dusty's propeller seemed quite fast. I saw Ripslinger drink from an oil can but stopped when he noticed us.

"You got to be kidding me." Ripslinger wasn't pleased.

"Who!" Ned was astonished. "Who's that guy with Silver?"

"It's the crop duster." Zed pointed out.

"Another one?" Ned asked.

Zed smacked Ned on the head with his wing. "It's the same one, knucklehead."

Ripslinger started his propeller angrily. "Move aside, idiots." He pushed past the twins and to Dusty and me. He laughs a bit. "Bolting on a few new parts doesn't change who you two are." He sniffs Dusty. "I can still smell the farm on you."

I stood there, a growl rising deep in my throat.

"Easy, Silver." Dusty soothed. He redirects his attention to Ripslinger and begins laughing as if it was a joke. "You know what? I finally get it." He revvs his engine a bit. "You're afraid of getting beat by a crop duster. Well, check six, because we're coming." Dusty turns away still anger blazing in his eyes. I gave a roar-hiss to Ripslinger before quickly turning away and bounding up to Dusty again so Ripslinger would not catch my tail again. The stitches still hurts. Before we were out of earshot, I heard Ripslinger rev his engine in anger.

"And what are you punks look at?" Ripslinger hissed. He turns to the twins. "We are going to end this, once and for all."