The Big Bet

The view changes to show a man lounging in a hamok, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses.


The larger guy continued to speak. "See, son? Old legends never die. They just lose weight."

"Seems like a legend and an out-of-work bum look a lot alike, Daddy." the smaller one retorted.

The big guys just laughed. "Bandit, me and my son are here."

Bandit lifted up his sunglasses and laughed out loud. "Oh I love your suits. It must be a bitch gettin' a size 68 extra-fat and a 12 dwarf."

"I came to make a deal." the bigger said. "Uh, what's he get if he wins this truck rodeo thing?"

"If?"

"Five thousand dollars, Daddy."

"Chicken-shit money."

"Just what the hell you want, anyway?" Bandit asked.

"You to get out of this dumb-ass rodeo and accept a real challenge."

The Bandit thought about it and got up.

"Now getting to Texarkana and back in 28 hous, that's no problem." Bandit said.

"It ain't never been done before, hot shit." Little Y. Bakura Enos said.

"Watch your language, little lady." Bandit replied. "The problem is that Coors beer-You take that east of Texas and that's, uhthat's bootleggin'."

Little Y. Bakura Enos spoke up again. "You know I believe that you're just a little bit scared."

"That's great psychology. Why don't you just say somethin' bad about my mother?"

"Your mama is so ugly"

"Now, look, look." Big Ryou Enos interrupted. "You make this run for meThese Peterbilts here are worth 80,000. That comes to about three grand an hour if you make it in 28 hours. How about that for a challange?"

"Daddy I don't believe that that's necess"

"Never mind."

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Why do you want that beer so bad?"

"Because he's thirsty, dummy." Little Y. Bakura Enos said.

"You see I got a boy runnin' tomorrow in the Southern Classic, and, uh, when he wins, I wanna celebrate in style."

"How much style?"

"Well, I got a few friends and me. Uh... 400 cases."

Bandit mouthed, "Four hundred cases."

Big Ryou Enos asked, "Well?"

"Well, let me see your cash."

"Big Enos's word is gold."

But Bandit wasn't going to believe it until he seen proof. "Alright, show him the cash." he told Little Y. Bakura Enos. "Go ahead, Little."

"Shit." Little Y. Bakura Enos sighed.

"Well, let's see," Bandit began. "There's 400 cases of beer. I'll need the cash for that."

"No problem, go ahead boy." Big Ryou Enos said as Little Y. Bakura Enos began to count the money.

Noticing the one hundred dollar bills coming out the wazoo, Bandit decide to press further. "New car. Gotta have a new car to block for the truck."

"Okay, go ahead boy."

"I'd like to kick his ass just once." Little Y. Bakura Enos muttered.

He counted out a few more hundred.

"Speedy car."

He counted out another hundred or so.

"Speedier than that."

"Go ahead."

Little Y. Bakura Enos made a whinnying sound as he counted out even more.

Elfbrat18: I know, I know, we are evil.

Whistler: Poor Y. Bakura...