It's late at night, on the Duke Farm. Not a water molecule vibrates...
Quietly, a Duke boy creeps outside. All around him, it's dark. The cicadas have stopped singing. One almost wouldn't know that this is the South.
He creeps across the lawn, to the outhouse. He tries to not make too much noise with the door, as he shuts himself in.
Alas, tonight, someone sees him. She's small...but she knows sneaky behavior when she sees it...in the dark...surrounded by a forest of grass.
Krista, somehow, is now a thousandth her normal size. For her, it's a very long way from here to the outhouse. It's also a long climb up any of these blades of grass...if not less so. The grass will have to wait. She's here to snag a moonshiner. And she's not going back to County Hall until she's dug up some convicting evidence against those pesky Dukes...
Inside the outhouse, Lenny climbs down into the toilet. In a tunnel below it, the still is cached. Lenny descends a ladder to it. Thankfully, he's remembered to smuggle what corn and yeast he'll need to do tonight's work.
He stokes the still's fires. Soon, it's blowing steam.
Outside, Krista struggles to climb into the outhouse. The door is closed, but as small as she is, she's sure she can slide into the door crack. It's a steep climb up there. Several times, she stumbles, and her pink upskirt can be seen, from a firefly's eye view.
She stands at the crack. She takes a deep breath, gets on her hands and knees, and crawls through.
Her front end gets in. She hesitates, and takes a breath. She nearly vomits. This outhouse stinks.
"Duke gas," she regurgitates. "There's no poison more degenerate."
She sighs, brushes her hands together, and tries to finish crawling through. And here, she discovers the error in her approach.
Her ass is bigger than usual. She can't pull it through the crack. She's stuck. Her ass has become her limit.
She spends all night trying to overcome this barrier. Alas, her ass is devout to what she's eaten recently, and does not let her in past the threshold.
Meanwhile, below, Lenny brews more than too much corn liquor. And he plans to sell it all tax-free, all over Hazzard County. He knows everyone wants a pint. He also knows all the Dukes could benefit from some of that tax-free revenue; those sweet boons that once made the Whiskey Rebellion worth fighting...even if the "Whiskey Rebels" did lose...
Upstairs, Krista falls asleep. The crack in the door is just too narrow for her ass...
