"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."