"Now Billy that ain't fair!"

"What's not fair Bo? I thought it was a very generous offer." Billy replied.

"Oh the offer is generous alright, but what I was saying it ain't fair for you to make it in the first place. Why anybody that looks at Dukes knows we could use that money but…….well why don't you go out and build a car of your own? You could make one that looks just like it at a fraction of the cost, if you wanted to."

"Ah, but you just told me that your car is one of a kind, and I have to admit I've never been in one that could jump a creek and land on the other side without a scratch. Besides, if it's as easy to rebuild as you suggest, then take the money I'm offering and build yourself another one. You'll come out with money to spare."

Bo sat in silence, torn.

"Look, I can see this is going to be a hard decision for you. I'll be staying in town overnight. Why don't you go home and talk it over with your cousin? When you've made up your mind, come by the museum tomorrow and ask for me."

Bo glanced over at Billy before relaxing with a small smile. "Well, I guess I can at least do that."

"Good."

The conversation ended just as Bo pulled into the rear entrance of the high school. Billy's representatives, seeing him inside, waved Bo through the gate. Once he was near the rear door of the FFA building, he stopped the car and Billy climbed out.

"Thanks a lot for the ride, Bo. It was a real treat, even for an old nascar driver."

"It was a treat for me too, Billy." Bo had to admit.

Billy patted the General. "Think about what I said. Think real hard."

"I will."

As Bo pulled away Billy walked into the FFA building to immediately find Stephen, Boss Hogg, Rosco, and an unknown man in a rather heated conversation.

"What's going on here Stephen?" Billy asked.

"Oh good, Billy, you're here. I think you will be very interested to hear what this man has to say." Stephen said, pointing to the unknown man.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, mister. I's just askin' the Boss here if I did a good enough job on the Roadster for him."

"Hush, Teddy. You've said too much already." Rosco commanded.

Stephen turned to his boss. "It's a piece of junk, Billy."

"What!"

"It might be worth a couple hundred bucks at best. I overheard these three talking about how they got it out of the scrap heap at the junkyard."

"Sure it came out of the scrap heap, what car that old hasn't been restored?" Boss argued.

"Don't listen to him Billy. It's real pretty on the outside but it's gonna take some real work and money to get it in decent running condition. I just radioed that new mechanic we hired, John. He's still over in the square where you gave the speech and I had him check the car over. He radioed back saying we'd be lucky to get it out of the parking spot it's in."

Billy fumed and looked at Boss. "Hogg, you've pulled a fast one on me, haven't ya?"

"Uh uh. We had a deal Billy. You agreed to take the car in lieu of the money."

"I agreed to take a car that I assumed was in decent working condition. That, however, does not seem to be the case. And since you still hold the deed to the car, and I still hold the contract you signed guaranteeing me my appearance fee….."

Boss's face fell as he realized he didn't have his paperwork in order. He then smiled and put his arm around Billy. "Now now, Billy, let's not be hasty. Why Teddy here, he can come up with some real good parts for you this time. If I can get that car in pristine shape for you by tomorrow, would you still be interested?"

Billy laughed. "By tomorrow? I'm afraid it takes more than a day to rebuild a classic, Hogg. Now if you want to try, by all means go ahead. I'd certainly be interested to see how it all turns out."

"So you mean the deals still on, if I can get the car running the right way?"

Billy nodded, knowing that it would be impossible. "Sure Hogg. If you can pull it off, it would still be a good deal for me."

After Billy turned to talk with Stephen, Boss grabbed Teddy by the elbow and led him over into a corner. "Look, I don't care what you gotta do, but get me a car that will run as good as it looks, at least until we can get Billy and his crew out of town."

"Well Boss, what do you expect me to do?" Teddy whined.

"Clean up an old engine till it shines, fix the one that's in there, get a whole new car from another junkyard and fix it up as best you can. I don't care, so long as I'm not gonna be out of pocket no $2500.00."

"But that's almost impossible!"

"If you wanna keep your job, it better get possible real quick!"

"Are you gonna pay me overtime for all this work?" Teddy continued.

"Overtime? For what? You're the one who opened up your big trap. Now get going and have something ready by the time Billy Kay is ready to roll out of town."

"Howdy Mr. Hogg." Enos greeted his employer as Teddy walked away.

"Enos! What are you doing here, numb skull?" Boss asked, grabbing the turkey leg Rosco had just purchased out of his hand and taking a bite, leaving Rosco's mouth opened to nothing.

"Crowd control, sir. Don't worry, Cletus is still out on patrol."

"Patrolling what? I thought everybody was here!" Boss replied as Rosco left to get another turkey leg.

"They probably are. That parking lot is full out there. Hey did you hear the news? Bo gave Billy Kay a ride here in the General Lee!"

"Well that is news." Boss nodded in interest. "I bet that fancy race car driver brought those Dukes down a notch or two concerning that clunker car that they think is so wonderful!"

"Actually, sir, I think Billy was quite impressed. I overheard him tell his helper over there that he'd offered Bo $25000.00 for it."

"$25000.00!" Boss exclaimed, almost choking on his turkey.

"Yes sir. Seems Bo's gone back to the Duke farm to talk things over with Luke. It sure will be different around here if Billy manages to talk them out of the General."

Boss laughed and had that faraway look in his eye before he got back to Enos. "Oh, yeah, yeah it will. Um… didn't you say you were here for crowd control?"

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. See you Mr. Hogg." Enos waved as he went to supervise the autograph area.

Boss laughed that laugh in between bites of Rosco's turkey leg. He threw away the bone just as Rosco returned. He grabbed the sheriff's tie and dragged him into the FFA classroom and shut the door.

"Rosco, somebody upstairs really loves me, because the money just keeps coming my way!" Boss laughed as he turned on the light and grabbed Rosco's new turkey leg, which he began to devour.

"How so, Boss?" Rosco asked.

"That rich race car driver has put up a $25000.00 offer on the General Lee."

"$25000! Oh goody goody gumdrops." Rosco laughed. "That means I won't have to chase that dumb car all over the countryside anymore."

Suddenly, Rosco's face fell. "Wait a minute, Boss, how's an offer on the General Lee gonna make you a rich man?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out!" Boss laughed.

(Picture pauses with Boss taking a big bite out of the turkey leg)

Everybody in Hazzard County knows that messin' with the General's just askin' for trouble. I don't know why Boss is so excited about that money anyway. That's just a couple weeks' groceries for him.