Dundee of Hazzard.

In a little town, in southern North America, Big stuff happens. Now I mean really big, so big, that your hat would blow off. The town was named Hazzard. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong here. Especially if you happen to be an Australian Crocodile Hunter on your way to the annual world Croc Hunters BBQ in Texas. Rick Dundee, was one such Crocodile Hunter, who also happened to be on his way to that annual BBQ in Texas, when the bus he was on refused to take him any further unless he had a ticket. It was about time they made him get off really, he been travelling on that bus all the way from the bush. It was a long drive, the driver was tired and Rick owed him a fortune. Unfortunately, Rick didn't have a fortune, so he had been stranded by the bus company in a little town named Hazzard, located somewhere in southern North America.

Not many people like standing on the side of the road, trying to hitch hike, and Dundee was no exception. He had never done it before. Sticking out his thumb to strangers, was this something all Americans did? All the same after a few hours of standing there having people yell out at him that his hat looked funny, he gave up. He was hungry, he was tired and in no mood to get a lift in a car, any car, not even one. Now, as he walked beside the road heading for the centre of the town, a bright orange stock car blazed past him spraying dust and dirt into his face. The car skidded to a halt nearby and a man with brown hair poked his head out of the passenger side,

"You alright?" he called back to Dundee, who nodded and was just about to ask where the nearest Rib Shack was, when the car started up again and left him in a cloud of dust. Followed by the screaming yell of a police car, with a strange driver. Whom Dundee could hear muttering as he drove

"Ke he! I'm gonna get them, oh yeah I'm gonna get those Dukes this time! They're going one mile over the speed limit!" the two cars skidded around a corner and out of view. Strange man, thought Dundee, and he set of again. Now he thought his luck had really gone down the drain, he slipped over twice landing in a pool of rather badly placed cement, his hat blew away and on top of a nearby building, as well as the fact he was completely broke. In money and in soul. He walked slowly dragging his cement encased feet along the side walk when he saw something that made his mouth water. FUDGE!!!!!! It was there, in a car window, so smooth and buttery, before he could stop himself he smashed a hand through the window and grabbed the packet. Five minutes later, he was sitting in an alleyway hands clenched around his knees rocking back and forth sucking the fudge happily. BLISS HEAVEN IN BUTTERY FORM!!!! He thought happily. He must have looked rather odd to anyone passing by, and Australian man in a funny hat sitting in the mud eating fudge, that was not something you didn't see everyday.

That orange car screeched past him three times, he swore that the driver and the brunette guy were making fun of him. Every time they passed they stared at him. the police car however stopped immediately and walked towards him. The driver of the car I mean, not the actual car.

"Mr. Austra-" he started,

"Mick, Mick Dundee Sonny," Dundee said holding out a hand for the police officer to shake. It was covered in melted Fudge. instead of shaking it, the was a loud clink as the officer snapped a handcuff around his wrist. Dundee stared at it, "What's that fer?" he asked, slightly bewildered.

"I's is arresting you for code 3452, violation of other peoples fudge."

*

It was three hours later, and Dundee was still in the slammer. He had never been arrested before in his life! Yet here he was sitting in a jail cell for borrowing someone's fudge...Ok maybe borrowing is not the right word, but still, he had meant to return the wrapper. He sighed and lay back on the prison bed, well at least you got fed here! There was a loud crash near the entrance of the prison, he sat up and stared as the two boys from earlier, that managed to skid up all that dust in his face. One was that brunette who had asked if he was alright and the other he presumed was the driver of that orange car. They were pushed into the room after stopping and waving at him. He saw that they had handcuffs on them, so they had been arrested like him...or they could have asked to have them on to for their own safety, not likely, but could be true. Dundee laughed at them slightly, then seeing the police officer who had arrested him. He picked up the large chipped mug that he had been given and scrapped it along the bars, trying to make as much noise as possible, just to irritate the officer,

"Money for the poor!" he cried out, "Any kind piece of money that you give will be sent straight to the Save the Chicken Fund!"

"Hush!" the officer yelled at him, so being an obedient man, Dundee threw the mug at the wall smashing it and ceasing the noise,

"Oops my hand slipped,"

The two men were laughing slightly, but they soon stopped when the cuffs were removed and they were pushed into the same jail cell as him, Dundee leaned back against the wall and looked at them both. They were country lads, it was easy to see, probably worked and lived on a farm. One was tall and blond, the other slightly shorter than the other and a brunette. he nodded at them as they sat down on the dirt floor.

"So you  boy's come here often?" he asked the two of them. The brunette leaned back on his hands,

"Every other day, less if we can help it,"

"Coltrane likes our company," the blond added. That was welcomes by another 'HUSH!' from the officer, so he was Coltrane. Dundee laughed, the blond grinned and held out a hand for him to shake, "I'm Bo, and this here is my cousin Luke," he said as Dundee shook his hand. With the other Bo pointed at the brunette, who waved up at Dundee. "So, how we going to get out of here this time Luke?" he asked his cousin. Luke stayed silent for a while. Dundee soon bored with the silence began to sing 'Ten red hamsters sitting on a branch,' Bo joined in with him and by the time they got to three red hamsters, Luke snapped his fingers loudly.

"I got it, lets go Bo," he winked at his cousin, and Bo grinned, "Lets do what comes naturally," Dundee frowned, unsure of what the two of them were going to do, he was even more unsure when Bo smacked a fist into Luke's face, "I know I said hard I didn't mean that hard!" Luke grunted, feeling his jaw, all the same, soon he and Bo were fighting it out, to Dundee's trained eye it was obviously fake, yet to Coltrane. It wasn't.

"Now you two Dukes stop that!" he yelled rushing up to the jail cell and fumbling with the keys. As soon as the door was open, Bo pushed past Coltrane, pulling his cousin and Dundee out with him. Coltrane ended up inside the cell, which was graciously locked by Luke.

*

The Dukes ran fast towards their car, Dundee trailing with his bags not far behind them. The orange car seemed to have its doors shut or something, because Bo and Luke got in via the windows. Dundee tumbled in after them, going head first through the window. Soon they were off, but as soon as they skidded around the first corner, a police car was behind them,

"Please tell me that's a fire truck behind us," Luke groaned, Bo turned his head taking his eyes off the road for a brief second, Dundee turned the boys head with his hand so that it was once again looking on where they were going.

"Ok, that's a fire truck behind us, but Enos is driving it." Bo said, turning the wheel frantically, they skidded down a lane and into a thirty mile an hour speed zone. Bo eased the throttle and they slowed down. Deputy Sheriff Enos behind them did the same, a car chase in a thirty mile an our speed limit, this was another first.

"This is the slowest car chase I've ever been in," Dundee commented, staring at a nearby sign which said the airport was twenty miles away. That would take forever to get there!

"You don't get out much do you?" Bo asked switching where he was going and down a different lane. No matter where they went, Enos followed, even when Bo drove onto a bank and through a field. Avoiding knocking down several cows in the process. Also, there are no speed limits on farm land. So they chase was on. About thirteen minutes and twenty two seconds later, they arrived outside the airport. Dundee clambered out of the window taking his bags with him, he waved thanks and goodbye as the Duke boys disappeared, Enos still chasing them. He grinned, Texas here I come!