Crusher felt his tires spin as fast as the questions in his mind.

Who WAS this guy? Why is the sister he kept on explaining familiar? Why does HE seem so familiar?

As he drove, he didn't realize he was driving up higher and higher. He soon came to a stop with a sigh, on top of what he climbed on.

"Who in the world really is Gasquatch? And how and why does it seem like he's met the old me before?" Crusher thought to himself, his mind frantically thinking.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced up and gasped to see a storm cloud right above him.

"Really..." Crusher grumbled, as he started to drive back.

Suddenly, he felt himself stop, and he glanced down to see himself stuck in the mud. He hissed before glancing around and gasping.

"Wait, I'm on MUD MOUNTAIN?!" he cried out.

The other racers and trucks at the mud fest heard Crusher's cry, and had gathered around the humongous mud mountain.

"Oh no!" Starla gasped.

"The storm cloud is coming right towards Crusher!" Darington shrieked.

"Don't worry Crusher we'll get you down! We just don't know how yet-" AJ yelled up to Crusher.

"I'LL get him down!" Gasquatch claimed before he raced up the mountain as fast as he could.

"Be careful Gasquatch, it's really muddy up there! Plus there's a literal storm cloud..." Blaze warned.

Gasquatch soon reached the top of the mountain. He paid no attention to the storm cloud before grabbing onto Crusher and pulling him out of the mud.

"Thanks for saving me..." Crusher mumbled.

"No problem! Now hang on!" Gasquatch tossed him up onto his back. "We're heading down!"

He went at top speed and slid down mud mountain and drove towards the others. Crusher shrieked and held onto him as they headed down.

As they did, a memory came to him that gave him a sense of déjà vu…

"I've got you, Dynamite!""AHH! Wilbur, don't let me fall in the mud!""I won't, baby sis. I got you!"

Crusher shook his head out of the memory with a sigh and a hiss.

"Wow, that was amazing Gasquatch!" Darington said in awe as they reached the ground.

"Thanks!" Gasquatch beamed before setting Crusher down. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine." Crusher replied.

"I'm glad!" Gasquatch smiled and patted his head. "Wouldn't want one of my new friends to get hurt, now, would I?"

"Wait, we're friends? You consider me a friend..?" Crusher asked taken back a bit.

"Of course we are!" Gasquatch laughed.

That laugh. It made Crusher's stomach knot at the familiarity as he drove back.

"Now I have two friends, great." Crusher muttered to himself.

"Shall we head back to Mudfest?" Gabby suggested.

"Oh yeah!" Gasquatch agreed before driving off with the rest of them.

Only Crusher stayed behind, still lost in thought. Pickle drove to his side.

"Watcha thinking about big fella'?" Pickle asked his companion.

"Just… felt nostalgic," Crusher sighed. "When Gasquatch rescued me, it was like… I don't know, Pickle, he just reminds me of… HIM…"

"Wilbur...? Your older brother?" Pickle asked.

"Yeah…" Crusher winced. "It's just… doesn't the description of Gasquatch's little sister sound familiar to you?"

"Mhm, sounds exactly like you!" Pickle agreed. "But that was before you transitioned..."

"The similarities are so scary…" Crusher shuddered.

"Yeah... But do you think, that Gasquatch might be Wilbur...?" Pickle asked.

"No." Crusher shook his head in denial. "No, no, no. He can't be. No, he can't. I… that's not possible. Mother and Father killed him. It… It can't be,"

"Sorry... I shouldn't have said that, that was a stupid idea." Pickle apologized.

"It's okay," Crusher gave a smile. "He's similar to him, though… probably best if I don't hang out with him much,"

"That would be a good idea, so he doesn't trigger any bad memories!" Pickle agreed.

"Yeah," Crusher nodded. "Now come on, let's get out of here. I don't want to be anywhere NEAR mud,"