"No Relation"
Rosco scuttled up to the brightly-colored car he'd just pulled over. "Allllllright, you Dukes! I gotcha! No escapin' now, Bo…and…Luke?"
The dark-haired driver and blond passenger stared with confused blue eyes.
Rosco frowned, puzzled. "Coy and Vance?"
The driver blinked quizzically. "Nnnooo…"
Rosco snorted disgustedly. "More cousins? Judas Priest on a Pony! You Dukes're the most proliferative people—!"
"We're not Dukes."
"Y-you're not?"
Exasperated: "No."
"…Oh. Then…scoot! It ain't you I'm after" Flustered, Rosco retreated.
"What just happened?" the passenger asked, staring after him.
The driver shook his head. "I've got no idea, Hutch."
