Murray and Bubba woke up in a prison cell in the county jail, which was known as Trucker's Hell.

Down the hall, Murray and Bubba heard two sheriffs arguing over who would have jurisdiction over the prisoners. One was from Moore Door, the other from Sourman's tower.

"Moore Door? You realize of course that you are out of your jurisdiction? I suggest that you let my department handle the situation."

"That's very comfortin'. But I'm in high speed pursuit! Don't you hear good?"

"I hear perfectly. The fact that you are a sheriff is not germane to the situation."

"The goddamn Germans got nothin' to do with it!"

Suddenly, Murray and Bubba heard the roar of two trucks, which were rumbling down the street towards the jail. The mysterious truckers crashed their rigs into the jail, knocking the hole in the wall in the cell where they were being held. This was followed by the sound of gunshots and screams of 'yeehaw'. Murray and Bubba decided that this was best time to make their escape. They then wandered into a nearby forest.

"Where the hell are we, Murray?" asked Bubba, still handcuffed to Murray.

"Shhh! There's bears in this here forest," said Murray, pointing at the not-so-craftily-hidden patrol car behind the nearest tree.

Murray and Bubba spent the next several hours of wandering throughout the forest, eating whatever looked edible. After drinking several handfuls of water, Murray felt the call of nature. "I gotta take a 10-100, Bubba."

Choosing a nearby tree, he proceeded with this action. To his surprise, the tree spoke! "Whoa! Whoa there! Stop a-pissin' on me!"

The hillfolks were surprised that the tree was talking. "Well, I'll be damned! A talkin' tree!" said Bubba.

"I told you we shouldn't have eaten those mushrooms!" said Murray.

"Don't be frightened little friends! They calls me Treebird the Ain't" said the tree slowly. "It's been a long time since we had any one new here. It's very lonely in this here forest."

"Aren't there any… uh… lady Ain'ts?" asked Bubba.

"Nope, there ain't no other Aint's. We Aint's have done lost the Ain't-wives," said Treebird.

"I'm sorry. How did they die?" said Murray.

"Don't be hasty now. I never said died. They divorced us. Took the house, the kids, and all our money. Now we just live in the woods. This here is my huntin' camouflage," said Treebird.

"I wanna go home," said Bubba.

"But we don't even know how to go back!" said Murray.

"Well, let's all mosey on down to see Sourman. He'll know what to do!" said Treebird, who began walking very slowly in the direction of his tower.

"But Randolph said he's turned evil," said Bubba.

"Has he now?" said Treebird apathetically. "If it doesn't affect me or my woods, I don't give a damn."

"He's cutting down trees in your forest!" said Murray.

Treebird suddenly stopped, and was greatly angered by this. "I ain't gonna mosey no more! I'm gonna give that sumbitch a piece of my mind!" said Treebird, getting positively hasty. "I'm gonna destroy that damn dam he built and flood him out!"

Meanwhile, Sideburns, Legless, and Jim Lee continued their search for Murray and Bubba.

"Where did them hillfolks run off to? I sure wish ol' Randolph was here," said Jim Lee.

Just then, a gleaming white truck pulled up, decked out in chicken lights. The door opened, and out stepped a figure wearing fingerless gloves, a headset, and carrying an oversized Mountain Dewm mug.

"Sourman!" exclaimed Jim Lee.

"Negatory!" said Randolph. "Don't y'all recognize me?"

"Randolph? But I thought you was done for," said Jim Lee incredulously.

"Yeah, we saw you and the Bullfrog tusslin' on the overpass," added Legless.

"That's Randolph the Super Trucker to you, you nincompoops. I just got myself a pro-motion," Randolph replied. "Besides, old truckers don't die, they just get a new Peterbilt," he said, standing next to his shiny new Model 359.

Jim Lee remained perplexed. "But how did you…?"

"Ain't got no time for explanation." said Randolph tersely. "Well, don't just stand there. Let's go KICK SOME ASS!"

They made their way to Rodeo, the land of the cowboy truckers. Arriving in Rodeo, the convoy made their way to the ranch where King Theodore (called King Ted by his friends) ruled over the Rodeo Trucking Company. But as they approached King Ted's office, they were surrounded by several dozen trucks driven by men wearing ten-gallon hats.

"This here's Rodeo, the land of my father, King Ted. What're you doin' in these here parts?" said Elmer, the King's son.

"We want to speak with yo' daddy," said Randolph.

"Not so fast, pardner. The old man just kicked me out, and if I can't see him, I reckon y'all can't see him neither," said Elmer.

"Are you friends of Sourman?" asked Jim Lee.

"Negatory! Sourman wants us to sell off the business. My dad is the last independent trucker in these here parts. I tried to talk sense into him, but he only listens to Polecat."

"Who's Polecat?" said Legless.

"My dad's financial advisor," replied Elmer. "He ain't allowin' anyone into his office."

Undaunted by Elmer's warnings, Randolph made his way to King Ted's office. King Ted was sitting at his desk, and looked frail and feeble. An unusually pale man with unkempt black hair leaned over him, holding a pen and paper.

"Remember, King Ted, Sourman is your friend. Just sign here!" said Polecat, pointing to the dotted line on the bottom of the page.

"I…I don't know," said King Ted weakly.

"You wouldn't want your hard-earned money goin' to those welfare queens, do you? Spendin' your tax dollars on champagne and Cadillacs?" hissed Polecat into the King's ear. "If you sign this, you can retire without having to worry about your money bein' wasted by the government!"

"That does sound nice," agreed King Ted in a faint voice.

"King Ted, you are being deceived! Sourman just wants to take your business and leave you dry!" said Randolph.

"Don't listen to his lies! Libspell, I name you, Fake-news!" said Polecat.

Randolph picked up an electronic cattle prod and pointed it at King Ted.

"You have no power here, Randolph," said King Ted. "Now git!"

"I will draw you out, Sourman, as poison is drawn from a wound! Begone!" commanded Randolph, shocking King Ted back to his senses.

Released from Sourman's influence, King Ted visibly regained his youthful vigor. "Who the hell are you?" said King Ted, turning to Polecat.

"Randolph is trying to poison your mind, sir! Don't you see that?" said Polecat.

"Get outta my office!" said King Ted, kicking Polecat's posterior out the door, where Elmer and the other cowboys were waiting.

"You want us to string him up, Dad?" asked Elmer.

"Naw. Just get the hell outta here!" King Ted said to Polecat.

"I don't need you. I'm going to get a job on AM radio!" said Polecat bitterly. He then ran off in the direction of Sourman's tower, never to be seen again in Rodeo.

"Good to see you returned to your former self, King Theodore," said Randolph, bowing low.

"Aw shucks, don't be so highfalutin', Randolph. Just call me 'King Ted'," said King Ted.

"Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your clutch," said Randolph.

King Ted did as he thought he heard, placing his hand over his pants.

"I said your clutch, King Ted," corrected Randolph.

"Oh! Now that makes more sense," said King Ted as he got into his rig. "I can't thank you enough, Randolph. Make yourself at home! My daughter, Éolynn, will show you around."

Éolynn was changing the oil in a truck nearby, and was wearing overalls and a flannel shirt.

"She says she wants to drive a truck," scoffed King Ted.

"A girl can be a trucker, too, pa," said Éolynn.

"It's all this women's lib stuff. Simply unnatural. And now little Ms. Feminist here thinks chicks can be truckers, too," said King Ted. "She'll get married off soon enough and that'll be the end of this nonsense."

"I don't need no man, pa," said Éolynn.

After a night of celebration, Randolph and the other members of the convoy made their plans to confront Sourman.

At sunrise, Randolph, Sideburns, Legless, Jim Lee, and King Ted drove their rigs to see Sourman. When they reached his office tower, they discovered that the whole place was flooded. On the edge of the pool, they saw a plume of smoke wafting up into the air. It led them to two familiar faces.

"You lazy-ass sumbitches! We're busy fightin' these bad guys and y'all is just sittin' around eatin' and drinkin' and smokin'!" said Jim Lee indignantly.

"You haven't even seen the trees that talk," said Murray.

"Talkin' trees? What's in those pipes anyhow?" inquired Legless.

"What seems to be the problem here?" said Treebird.

"Damn! You wasn't kiddin'!" said Jim Lee, amazed by the sight of the tree-man.

"Well, me and the other Aint's took care of Sourman for y'all. Serves him right. He cut down half of my forest to make way for a parking lot. Some of my friends are just stumps now," said Treebird.

"I know how they feel," muttered Legless.

"He's mighty cross now that I ruined his property," said Treebird. "He's stuck in his tower and I reckon he can't get himself out.

"I'd like to go over and see him!" said Randolph.

Following Randolph's lead, the convoy went to see Sourman. He was still sitting in his office chair, many stories above their heads.

"How's the air up there, Sourman? Care for a swim?" Randolph chuckled.

"Randolph, my old friend, why have you done this to me?" said Sourman from his office window.

"Cut the bullcrap, Sourman. You're not the victim here." said Randolph.

"How dare you do this to me!" said Sourman, his face red with anger. "I'm a job creator!"

"Or a crook!" Randolph retorted.

"I am not a crook," said Sourman, "I am a legitimate businessman!"

"Well, I'm a Super Trucker! Whaddya say to that?" Randolph said.

"Oh, you're Randolph the Super Trucker?" said Sourman sarcastically. "All I see is a washed-up old trucker with a couple of hillbillies, a cripple, a midget, a senile old man, and an Elvis impersonator!"

"Sourman, if you don't come down from that there tower, I will break your staff!" said Randolph.

"And how will you do that?" sneered Sourman.

"Hey, everybody!" Randolph shouted in front of Sourman's staff. "Sourman opposes fuel subsidies!"

Upon hearing this, Sourman's entire staff immediately walked off the job in disgust and went on strike.

"I will have my revenge!" shouted Sourman furiously. "The age of the cowboy trucker is over! We will break the unions! We will pay you slave wages for 16-hour days! Bwa ha ha!"

As they turned to leave, the convoy heard Sourman and Polecat arguing. Unexpectedly, someone threw a CB out of the window of the tower, just missing Randolph.

"Why did Sourman throw his CB at you?" said Bubba.

"Beats me. But this ain't just any ol' CB, Bubba. This one's all tweaked out and souped up. Why, I bet you could pick up signals for hundreds of miles on this thing. Who knows who Sourman was talking to on it?" wondered Randolph.

"Can I talk on it, Randolph?" inquired Bubba.

"No! Don't you mess in the affairs of Super Truckers, 'cause…'cause…dang it, I forgot the rest." said Randolph.

Returning to Rodeo, the truckers took a rest for the night. Bubba slept in Randolph's cab, so that he could keep an eye on him.

"Have a good night! And whatever you do, don't touch my CB! I mean it!" said Randolph, climbing into the overhead cab.

As soon as Randolph fell asleep, Bubba picked up Randolph's new CB and said, "Breaker, breaker, 1-niner, come in Red Eye?"

"10-4" growled an ominously deep voice on the other end. "What's your handle, over?"

Bubba realized that he had done wrong and stayed quiet.

"I repeat. What's your handle, over?" the voice said.

Bubba felt compelled to respond and said, "A hillfolk."

The voice replied, "Copy. I'm 51 to you."

Just then, Randolph caught Bubba, and yanked the CB out of his hands. "What're you think you're doin'?" Randolph snarled. "Didn't I just say, don't talk on my CB?"

"Sorry, Randolph, I couldn't help myself," said Bubba.

"You're comin' with me to Missis Sippi," said Randolph. "Maybe you'll learn you some sense there!"