In an instant everything changed as Dusty's fantasy was cut short and she was forced to return to her boring and mundane reality. Sadly unlike in her dreams of being a famous racer so fast that the military were constantly trying to catch up to her Dusty was instead a crop-duster, spending her days flying over fields of corn fertilising the crops with only her boss Leadbottom for company. Leadbottom wasn't the best at conversation however with most of the words out of his mouth being about one of two things, how her dreams were unattainable and how much he loved Vitaminamulch; his homemade fertiliser that he used on all his crops. Because of this lack of communication Dusty often spent her days fantasising about another more exciting life, which often got her into trouble.

"Pay attention! You were daydreaming again." Leadbottom scolded her before he began having a coughing fit, feeling as if he was bringing up a lung he felt that bad. Now most days he loved the smell of his Vitaminamulch, the way its stench just stuck to everything for hours on end from his clothes to his plane you couldn't get rid of Vitaminamulch without at least washing what the smell stuck to twice. He loved the way it felt in his hands while he was mixing it every day before going out to fertilise his crops. But what he loved most though was the way it reminded him of the compost that his mother had made when he was a child helping her run the farm, although he had improved his mother's recipe since then. However, while he loved Vitaminamulch with his whole being getting chocked by the stuff wasn't a pleasant experience.

"Who, me? No, no, no. No." Dusty began as she shuffled around in her cockpit in an attempt to hide her nerves. She knew it was useless to lie to Leadbottom, it was very obvious that she had been daydreaming, Dusty had gotten so lost in it that she physically started to act it out after all. This was an almost daily occurrence between the two as Dusty would spend most of her workday fantasising about a different life where she was a famous airplane racer, soring around the sky far away from Propwash Junction. "Okay yes I was. But come on Leadbottom how hard is this? Fly straight, turn around. Fly straight, turn around."

"Hey now, are you disrespecting the sweet science of aerial application?" Leadbottom questioned Dusty as the pair prepared to turn around and continue their work in the opposite direction. Sometimes Leadbottom regretted the fact that he had hired Dusty and let her dust his crops without the proper training, teaching her the bare minimum that she would need to fertilise his corn and nothing more. But the pair had been so desperate back then that neither had really cared that Dusty didn't have professional specific aviation training to her name, she knew what to do and how to do it and that was really all that mattered. But maybe if Leadbottom had paid for her to go on a professional course she might have some appreciation for the job that she did.

"I am more than just a crop duster." Dusty exclaimed as she veered left and began to make her assent. This was a common discussion between the boss and employee since they first started working together a little over 10 years ago. Leadbottom had never once encouraged Dusty's dreams of racing, telling her that it was simply a childish dream that she hadn't grown out of and as soon as she did she would look back on the memory and laugh about how ridiculous the idea was in the first place.

"Don't go flap-jawing about that Flings Around the Planet air racing nonsense again-" Leadbottom began before being quickly interrupted by Dusty so that she could correct him.

"Excuse me, it's called the Wings Around the Globe Rally." Dusty told him as she activated her sprayer, ignoring the 'For the love of Peterbilt' that Leadbottom had mumbled under his breath. To think the two of them had been working together since she was 17 and Leadbottom still couldn't get the name of the race right. Sometimes Dusty thought that he got it wrong on purpose just to annoy her, after all after listening to her talk about it nearly every day for 10 years he should have learned what it was called by now. "And it's not nonsense. I've got a tight turn radius and a high power-to-weight ratio."

"You know what else you got? A screw loose." Leadbottom told Dusty as he began to drift slightly away from her. Leadbottom just couldn't understand why Dusty wanted to leave the life she already had, after all by working for him she was to fly just like she had always wanted, although she was stuck following the same route every day, but he also offered her job security and a means for her to provide for both herself and her mother; what more could the girl want from a job. "I mean why would you want to give up crop-dusting? Blue skies, no air traffic and the tangy scent of Vitaminamulch. Mmmm just like mama used to make. You smell it?"

"They say the sense of smell is the first thing to go." Dusty spoke as she held her nose to avoid the whiff of Vitaminamulch that Leadbottom had sprayed in her direction. Dusty couldn't stand the stuff, every day after work she was forced to use up almost all of her hot water just to get the smell of her body, plus the stuff stuck to her clothes like mad and because she had used up most of her water she was always asking Dottie and Chug, her two best friends, if they would be willing to do her loads for her. But the worst thing about Vitaminamulch was how it destroyed her plane, she couldn't go a day without getting the stuff everywhere, from the wings to the wheels Vitaminamulch stuck to her plane like flies to honey. "Quitting time!"

"A crop-duster wanting to be a racer. If you ask me more racers should want to be crop-dusters." Leadbottom scoffed as Dusty began to fly away back towards Propwash Junction. Every day as soon as the siren blasted at 5 o'clock to tell them that the work day was over Dusty would hurry off back home, not even bothering to say goodbye as she went. Not that Leadbottom minded too much, he had been forced to listen to the girl talk about racing practically all day and now that he was free of her he could have some time to himself.

"I got some minamulch yeah! Minamulch yeah!