It was night by the time Thunder finally caught up with the others. Rig was peacefully asleep, as were Jesse and Daisy. Rosco, Boss Hogg, Bo, and Luke sat with the other cars.

"Everythin' sorted out, Thunder?" Bo asked.

Thunder hummed "mhmm", the humans were taken aback.

"Well, that's somethin' you don't hear everyday." Boss Hogg remarked.

Just then, Luke snapped his fingers. "That's it!"

They all turned to look at him. A few of the cars rumbled in confusion.

"Mad-Dog!"

"Mad-Dog?" Bo questioned.

"Remember what that trucker said? The whole 'Would you believe me if I tell you that it's Pitbull drivin' Dreamer's rig?' thing. Well, I finally put two and two together. You see, back in 'Nam there was this Marine in my group who looked a lot like me. His nickname was Mad-Dog Max. Well, Mad-Dog, Pitbull, gotta be the same guy, right?"

"I guess, I mean, how many people can there be that look like you?"

"Exactly."

Thunder rumbled something, nudging Rosco slightly. Rosco took the hint and pulled a small notepad and a pen from his pocket. Thunder continued with noises slowly and clearly, allowing Rosco to write in the notepad. Occasionally, Rosco had to stop and think for a moment before writing again. When he was finished, they all exchanged glances.

"You catch what he's sayin'?" Bo asked him.

Rosco propped his elbow up on his knee, reading out loud what he'd written on the note pad. "Thunder says that he was able to sort everythin' out with the truckers, but it was difficult to explain to them about Bo and Luke."

"What's he mean by that?" Luke asked.

Thunder began explaining again and Rosco flipped to a new page in his notepad. After a few moments of this, Rosco looked up.

"Could you repeat that last bit?" He asked.

Thunder did so, and Rosco translated, slowly but effectively. Everyone leaned forward in anticipation.

"Bo and Luke look like friends of theirs named Pussycat and Pitbull, to which both of them are dead. However, the rig they're drivin' used to belong to their friend Dreamer, who's gone missin' and was presumed dead when Pitbull and Pussycat's bodies were found." Rosco read.

Thunder added something one last time, and once again, Rosco translated.

"Also, the truck's name is Rig, he's also a Defect, but not very intelligent yet."

"Now Thunder, why didn't ya say somethin' before?" Bo asked.

All of this is a very personal matter between me and Rig. Thunder explained, which of course, Rosco translated for him.

"Well, it sure is a lot to process, but quite frankly, I don't think it's our business just as long as them truckers ain't dangerous. Thunder, you don't want us pryin' into your personal life, I'm willin' to respect that." Luke remarked.

They aren't dangerous, I assure you. And… thank you… for your understanding, that means a lot. Thunder replied, Rosco once again translating.

"Y'know, one of y'all oughta take up lessons with Cooter, my hand's gettin' tired." Rosco complained.

It'd been three days since they left Hazzard, and they'd finally made it to New Mexico-after a very long haul across the vast state of Texas-with many mishaps due to the heat. As the Dukes were stopped at a gas station, Luke tasked with refueling Rig, Daisy and Bo headed inside for 'road trip supplies', mostly prepackaged food, highly carbonated drinks, and another magazine by Daisy's request.

As the two of them walked around inside the gas station, Bo suddenly remembered his scarred face as he browsed the aisles. Screw it, he thought, I fought a serial killer. What kind of lady wouldn't be impressed by that st-

His thoughts were immediately interrupted as he and a young, blonde woman walked into each other. They each dropped what they were holding upon collision, and bent down to pick their items up at the same time, butting heads.

"Oh, God… I'm so, so sorry about that, it's my fault. I- oh…" The lady's voice trailed off as she saw Bo's face.

Just… smile, and say it's alright, it's no big deal, Bo thought nervously. "Ah, yeah, no, i-it's fine. Here, let me help you." Just act normal.

"Oh, thanks."

The lady bent down to help him pick up their items. As they stood back up, Bo attempted to make small-talk with her.

"So, where're you headin'?" He asked.

"Los Angeles." The lady replied with a small smile.

"No kiddin'? I'm headin' there too!" Crap that was weird. God, I'm really rusty with the ladies after everything that's been going on.

The lady laughed. "I'm Grasshopper, it's nice to meet you. And you are…?"

"Ah, Bo, my name's Bo. Grasshopper, I take it that's your CB handle."

"Yeah, my real name's Laura."

"So what d'you prefer, Grasshopper or Laura?"

"Well, most of the time I prefer Grasshopper, but then again, most of my time I'm driving. Actually, I'm on my way to LA for work, I'm a reporter for internal affairs. You know, gangs, smuggling rings, those kinds of things."

"Sounds like dangerous work."

"It can be. So what about you? You a truck driver or… what?"

"Ma'am, do I look like some double-clutchin', gear-jammin', coffee-drinkin' nut?"

Grasshopper looked him up and down. "Well, no, now that you mention it. Actually, you remind me more of one of the mob bosses in California than anything."

"Wh-what?"

Grasshopper laughed. "Your looks, not your personality."

What? "Oh, ah, thanks… I guess." Oh my God, I blew it.

"Yeah, I've… never seen a mob boss with a big burn scar on his face, though."

Okay, maybe I can win her back. "Yeah, about that I… may or may not have gotten into a fight with a serial killer." That was disgustingly pitiful.

"Oh, come on, you expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth, honest to God."

"Really?"

Bo nodded. "Mmhm." Got her back!

"I guess I'll… take your word for it." There was a short moment of silence between them. "Alright, well, I'll see you around then."

"Yeah, I'll see ya." And she is no longer interested.

Grasshopper almost turned to leave, but quickly dug a business card out of her pocket. "Hey, ah, when you get to Los Angeles, don't be afraid to call me up, maybe we could have dinner sometime."

Bo smiled as he took the card handed to him. "You can expect a call."

"Nice meeting you, Bo."

With that said, Grasshopper turned and left. Bo looked down at the card, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Haha, I've still got it!" Bo remarked quietly.

After they'd bought and paid for their things, Daisy and Bo made their way back to the truck, Daisy teasing him about the lady she'd seen him with.

"How'd that go? Did you get a number?" She asked excitedly.

Bo held up the business card. "You know it, gonna call her as soon as we hit LA. Might even score a date with her."

"That's great! See, I knew it'd be good for everyone to take a little time off, especially you and Luke."

"And you were right. It… feels good to get a breath of fresh air, it really does."

"I'm just happy y'all are havin' a good time. Ya didn't talk for a week and now that y'all are finally gettin' along again, I think everyone's a bit happier."

"Well good, I hate to rain on the parade."

As they neared the truck, Luke walked up to them. "You don't mind drivin' for a while, do you, Bo?"

"Course not," Bo laughed. "you look like you could use a rest."

Luke patted his shoulder wearily. "Yeah, I need one."