The adventures of Biffanator!

[Gary]

In a wold of R/C madness, where greed, over-competitiveness, and bad attitudes run rampant, a hero stands alone. It is he who champions the underdog. It is he who picks up the novice. It is he, and he alone, who can stem the tide of bad attitudes, poor sports and rising racing costs, all while sucking down bearing oil and munching on a comm-stick. He IS the BIFFANATOR! (But, did we mention he ain't too bright???) Dressed in his bright blue jumpsuit, with his sidekick Comm and his dog Servo, he fights the good fight of pure R/C racers everywhere against the evil dominions of his arch nemesis, the UPGRADE MASTER. (Okay, okay, I know it's corny, but it's SUPPOSED to be that way, part of the humor don't cha' know?)

[Gary]

This week's Biffanator episode is brought to you by our phsyco friend Catfish.



Kenny sat with Biffanator smiling at Comm when the announcer called for the next race. Kenny's ears perked up and Servo started whining 'cause he wasall bound up again.

"Biffanator, WHAT is THAT?" Kenny asked.

Biffanator spun around, afraid at the sound of Kenny's voice. Of course in his haste, he lost his balance, stepped on his shoe laces sending him stumbling into Comm. They both tripped over Servo's leash, sending all three of them to the ground in a cloud of dust, flying comm sticks and well, blue colored, bunny-butt scented gas courtesy of Comm. Servo whirred and growled his way out of his bind. Biffanator looked through his now watering, tightly
squinted eyes at Comm.

"Sorry Comm" Biffanator squeezed out.

"Ah thas' awright Biffanator" Comm replied. "I'm jus' sorry I done a smoke bomb on y'all 'gain."

Biffanator gave Comm a smile, a small pat on the back and stood up. He walked over to servo and said his apologies, gave him a dog bone to chew on.............................................THE N!!!!

He remembered what it was that had shocked him so.......KENNY! Where was he? He, remembering to be careful, turned slowly, carefully, looking all around for Kenny. There!

"Oh NOOOOOO!" Cried Biffanator.

Kenny had been lured to the track by the sound of screaming engines and the smell of burning nitro. Biffanator walked up slowly, for one of the few times in his fearless, righteous life, truly afraid of what he was going to see. He looked at Kenny's face. His heart sank in despair. There was the look of absolute awe, of sheer ecstasy that only comes to a young man's face when he is utterly fascinated with a new toy. Kenny was staring at the gas trucks screaming around the track in a fog of burning nitro fumes and clay dust.

"Whatcha doin', hoss?" Biffanator tried to say in his most lighthearted voice.

"Biffanator, those things are SO Cool!" Kenny whispered through an enormous grin.

"Yeah, they are sumthin' " Biffanator said." Come on slick, we gotta get our pits back together."

"Oh, Okay Biffanator. I'm comin'," Kenny replied.

Biffanator, smiling, popped another comm stick in his mouth and started back to his pits. He looked down and smiled at Comm who was trying to free servo. He'd gotten all bound up again trying to get free to see the nitro class run, the sound purely a narcotic to the hyper hound.

Comm looked up at Biffanator and asked, "Whur's Kinny?"

Biffanator said,"Right behind me".

"Nuh-uh, boss. He's ov' thar' ", Comm replied.

Biffanator looked and gasped. Kenny was standing in the shut off area talking to the Evil Upgrade Master's bro, Knuckles Nitro!! Kenny was holding Knuckles' truck smiling like Biffanator had never seen. Knuckles looked over at Biffanator and sneered. Knuckles strutted back to his pits with an ego-filled, self-satisfied look on his face, fresh from a win in his heat with Kenny in tow, bouncing around Knuckles'ankles like, Well, Biffanator thought, A lot like Comm bounced around his.

"C'mere Comm." BiFfanator said. "Bring servo. It's time to go to work".

"Sho' nuff boss". Comm said. Servo started whining and twitching like mad. Comm could not get his hands on servo fast enough. Before he knew it, servo had wrapped his leash around Comm's legs. Down went Comm on Servo. Splat! BLLLAAAAAT!! Servo and Comm's eyes began watering. The Cloud rising to meet them.

Biffanator smiled and said, "As soon as you guys are off break, C'mon".

Biffanator reached into his pocket, grabbed a bottle of Royal Oil ("If it's purple, it must be fast") downed it, reached into his other pocket, grabbed a.......What?! Oh, his rabbit's foot. Looked around,( Man I hope noone saw that.) Popped a comm stick in his mouth, put a big 'ole smile on his face and sauntered over to Knuckles' and the Upgrade Masters' pits. The Evil Upgrade Master fixed BiFfanator witha venomous look and Knuckles growled,

"What do you want Beat-ya-later?"

"Wow Biffanator", Kenny exclaimed, "Mr. Nitro said he'd trade me a maxed out Traxxas Nitro Stampede for my box stock T-3!"

The Evil Upgrade Master flashed Biffanator a knowing, smiling scowl as Knuckles said, "Yeah! Ain't that a deal Bop-your-noggin"?

As Biffanator was going to reply, angered by the selfish,exploitive attitudes of these two sorry excuses for racing mentors, he heard Comm behind him in the background hollering, the sound of many feet pounding the ground Biffanator's way. BiFfanator turned around to his right, not knowing that servo had just passed him to his left.

He heard Comm, "Biffanator, NNOOOOOOO!" CRASH! Biffanator and Comm went to the ground in a spectacular pile of overalls, bearing oil and Racerette gum.

BiFfanator regained his senses, hearing an awful sound of utter horror. He saw Kenny looking and pointing. The Evil Upgrade Master was Spitting and cursing, rising to his feet. Knuckles Nitro was looking down, a shocked look of fear and loathing covering his large bulbous face. Biffanator heard Comm laughing, saying "Looky thar', Knuckles made a friend!!"

BIffanator looked under Knuckles' pit table, a look of sheer delight covered his face as he said between chuckles, " Servo! Don't do that to that man's leg!!"


Tune in next week when you'll hear Knuckles Nitro say: "BREEEWWWWW HAA HAA, I need more NITRO!!!"

[Gary]

Kenny finally finished cleaning his truck. The Biffanator had showed him exactly what to do to make sure the truck was clean. How to scrub with a toothbrush all those hard to reach places and how to dig the dirt out of his screws. They'd used Simple Green to clean the tires and Kenny was amazed at how it made them feel like new. Then they'd checked the shocks and found that they had a lot of air in them. The Biffanator showed Kenny how to properly refill and bleed them. Right now Kenny didn't have the money to buy new o-rings and rebuild them right, but for now this would work. After they were put back together, they didn't leak. Maybe they didn't need to be rebuilt after all. Then they checked to make sure the shocks were all the right length and that the fronts matched each other as did the backs. After this was completed, the Biffanator took Kenny out to the track.

"What do you see, Kenny?" the Biffanator asked.

"What do you mean? I see a lot of dirt!"

"Well, yes. But I mean what do you see the other cars doing? What is the guy in front doing that the others are not?"

"Uhhhhh, going faster?"

The Biffanator laughed a bit. "Well, sort of. But how is he going faster? Look closely."

Kenny did just that. He watched the leader as he made his way through the course. He wished his car did that good. He saw the leader head for the triples, the one that broke the Upgrade Master's car. He took the first two and then drove over the third. Kenny noticed that when he went over the first two jumps, the car "flew" over them smoothly so that when it came down on the backside of the second jump, all four tires came down almost at once.

"How'd he do that?" Kenny thought aloud. By this time Comm had joined them. Kenny could hear Servo whining and whirling back at the pit table.

"How'd he do what?" the Biffanator asked.

"How'd the leader make his car come down on the backside of the jump so smoothly? It's like the car just flew through the air! Mine always either nose dives into the ground or lands pointing straight up."

"Well," Comm started before the Biffanator could answer, "ya see it's lek this. Inside that thar car he's got th's li'l bitty gyro like gizmo that is connect'd ta this weight thinggy and it push's it ba'k n forth lek dependin' on how the car is flying. That way it push's the nose down or up 'pending on what's needed, huh Biffanator? Then, the li'l wings its got make it jump further too, ain't that right Biffanator. Real fancy stuff thar."

Comm stood there nodding his head in the Biffanator's direction. The Biffanator just kind of smiled and looked pitifully at his friend.

"Actually Comm, it is something like that, but not quite. You see Kenny, the driver is actually flying his car in the air. He is controlling it even though it isn't on the ground."

Kenny wasn't buying this in the least. How the heck could you control a car in the air?

"Now don't look at me like that, Kenny. It's true! This is how it works. If you hit the throttle when you're in mid-air, the rotational force of the rear tires will pull the nose of the car up. Think of it as the same force you see when a dragster pulls a wheelie. It's the same thing. When you hit the brakes on the other hand, the force of the rear tires slowing down causes the front end to drop, just like when you apply the brakes in a real car and you feel the front drop. That's how he's making his car do that, it's driving, not something special in the car."

"Well, uh yea, I guess it could be that too, Biffanator." Comm said with a small smile. "Better go check on tha' thar dug of yars 'fore he pulls down th' work bench." With that, Comm turned around and walked away. Kenny made a mental note of that little tip, he'd have to try it.

"I tell you what though, Kenny, to do that as well as he does takes a lot of practice."

Or maybe he wouldn't.

"But maybe on your next run you could try it, say on that big jump there in the middle of the backstretch. You would have a lot of time in the air to think about what you were doing."

Or maybe he could. The Biffanator had a good point. Why not try it on one jump, get the idea down and practice it there, then try it on the others? Made sense.

"Now watch him some more and see what else he's doing." The Biffanator added.

Kenny sat and watch as the driver made his way around the course. Throughout the race Kenny saw other cars break down. He saw the leader pass the slower cars as they got caught up in the barriers or rolled over. The leader was driving the same line that everyone else was, but why was he so fast that he could pass almost anyone?

"I don't see anything, other than he's really fast."

"Well then, what do you notice that is different between the way his car is running and the rest of the field?"

Kenny looked at the other cars. He noticed that in fast areas, like the long front and back stretches, that some cars could actually gain ground on the leader. Then, as they went into the turn, the other cars would slide out of the racing line or hit the wall. They'd get tied up with slower cars or wreak into the boards.

"Well, they don't seem to drive too well. They will run real good for a while then hit something."

Kenny stood there waiting for the Biffanator to say something, but he didn't. Finally, Kenny turned to see what he was doing. He was greeted by a big toothy grin from the Biffanator.

"You got it."

Kenny was perplexed. "Got what?"

"You figured out what makes a leader. The guy in front is the guy who drives the cleanest. He doesn't hit the walls and he picks where he will pass. He doesn't force anything and just drives clean. Other cars may be faster, but a 3 second wreck is a lot worse than constant lap times, even if they are a few tenths slower than the fastest single lap time. However, did you notice one other thing the leader did?" the Biffanator asked just as the buzzer ending the race sounded.

Kenny looked out at the cars as they came across the line and couldn't figure out what it was the Biffanator was talking about.

The Biffanator didn't let him think about it for too long though. "He finished."

Kenny looked up at him, again very confused. Of course he finished, duh.

"Look at how many cars didn't even finish the race. You have to make it to the end of the race before you can think about winning. That's why you check all of your screws and nuts before you put your car on the line. You want to make sure, as best you can, that your car isn't going to break if you can help it."

"I'm guessing you're going to show me how to do that now?"

The Biffanator smiled again, "You do catch on quick, don't you?"

They walked back to the work bench where Servo was jumping up and down impatiently waiting for the Biffanator. Comm was there and was chewing on a comm stick.

At least that's what Kenny thought it was.

"Hey Biffanator, you've got to try this new gum some guy lookin' lek a cetfish jus' gave tuh me. This stuff is greet!" The Biffanator took out a stick of the blue gum and handed the package to Kenny. Kenny turned it over in his hands and read the name aloud.

"Racerette Gum. The gum that calms the racing bug when you can't race. Bunny But flavor" Hmmm, interesting. He figured what the heck and popped a piece into his mouth. The flavor was actually kind of fruity regardless of the name. He turned the pack over again and began reading. A warning in big bold letters caught his eye:

WARNING: DO NOT SWALLOW. CAN CAUSE BLOATING AND GASS PROBLEMS. SWALLOWER MAY EXCREETE LARGE BLUE GAS CLOUDS IMMEDIATELY AFTER INGESTION!

"Opps, I thin' I swalled muh gum. Toss me tha' pack, Ken…uhhhh…I dohn't feel suh good."

"Oh Comm, I thought you weren't supposed to swallow that Racerette gum!!"

"Uh-oh, I dinna know tha'. Uhhhhhhh. Wherdya here tha' frum? Ooooooooo."

"It says so right here on the back of the package!" With that, Kenny tossed the pack over to Comm. Just as he started to get up to catch the pack, a frightened look came over his face. It was soon followed my a low, deep rumbling and a loud, obnoxious explosion of gas. Comm was lifted up out of his seat and flew over the pit table followed by a deep blue smoke trail. He landed about fifteen yards on the other side of the table with a loud thump, face first of course. Sliding to a stop with his feet high in the air, Comm was letting out a quiet series of grumbles and gripes. The blue cloud above Kenny and the Biffanator began to descend upon them and was getting larger by the moment.

" What did yo… …you do, Comm? " the Biffanator wheezed under the dark blue cloud. Right when he finished, he was greeted by another gaseous expansion from Comm and started hacking even worse. He and Kenny, both coughing horribly, tried to move out of the cloud. Even Servo was whirling and wheezing from the big blue cloud. Finally, the cloud dissipated and they stood, hunched over really, coughing and hacking trying to get the putrid blue stuff out of their lungs. Comm was sitting on the ground rubbing a nasty bruise on his head. He was pulling tape, body clips, and even a couple of screws out of his hair and off his forehead. His outfit was covered in dirt and dust. He started to get up, real slowly. He began to rise, and then got another very worried expression on his face and sat back down quickly. Just as he did, he seemed to bounce a bit and a small cloud of the blue gas oozed out from under his butt. Comm just sat there and smiled at the Biffanator and Kenny as the cloud dissipated around him forcing him to cough just a little.

"Heh, ya'll did real good. Them lung o' yers really workin' good. Jus' wanned to test ya. I knew tha' would happen, surly I did." Comm explained, still sitting on the ground.

"Yea Comm, I'm sure you did. " Kenny said with a small smile. After all, the guy did make you laugh, how could you stay mad at him for too long.

"I did!"

" Okay Comm, if you say so." The Biffanator added. "If you say so."

"Gud, now whar'd that darn cetfish geet offta?"



Tune in next week when you'll hear the Biffanator say, "Servo, don't do that to that man's leg!!!!"

[Gary]

The Biffanator was starting in the middle of the field, but got a good jump on the pack at the horn. He moved up a couple of spots by the time the field took the first coner. This didn't ensure him, however, of missing the carnage that developed in that turn. The truck in second tried to force a move to the inside of the leader. The leader dove down trying to slam the door on his pursuer but the second place truck was in too deep. The leader got sideways, turned up on two wheels, and began rolling through the outside of the turn and into those trucks that were trying to take a wide line. Soon, eveyone in the field was tangled in the first turn mess and turn marshals were scrambling trying to get the competitors back on thier wheels.

"Come on, turn marshal, turn over my truck!" The Biffanator could here his arch rival, the evil Upgrade Master, bellow from further down on the driver's stand. The Biffanator just stood there patently waiting for the turn marshals to get to his truck. Soon the Biffanator was back up and running, but well behind. The Upgrade Master had gotton off good, he was up in second, but his poor driving was loosing him ground quickly. It wasn't long before the Biffanator's forward progress and the Upgrade Master's backwards progress brought them together. The Biffanator held back now waiting for the Upgrade Master to make a mistake and let him by. It was in the tirpples when the mistake came. The Biffanator had been taking them two and one just to keep his run clean, but the Upgrade Master thought he could clear all three. He almost made it too, but he left his finger on the throttle too long and his truck's nose rose high into the air and brought him up short of the third jump. The Upgrade Master's truck landed on the peak of the jump with a loud TH-CRACK! As the Biffanator passed him, the Upgrade Master's truck came over the top of the third jumped and just stopped. The chassis had been cracked in half right in the center.

Cursing and yelling, the Upgrade Master stomped down off the driver's stand jamming his antena down into the transmitter. He grabed the broken truck from out of the turn marshal's hands with such force that the turn marshal almost fell over. By the end of the heat, the Biffanator had moved up to a respectable second place, one lap down. He took his truck over to the tech area and gave his transponder back before heading out to turn marshal. Noticably absent was the Upgrade Master. Kenny looked over at the man's pit area and could see the smoke of his soldering iron dance to and fro as he labored over his truck. empty wrapper from new parts, and probably a new chassis, flew in the updrafts rising from his bench and the paper header cards blew in the small dust devils that danced around his feet. An endless stream of curses drifted towards Kenny, none of it he could make out, but the inference was all too clear. Mixed in with the Upgrade Master's bellows was the sounds of metal striking metal and graphite parts being moved this way and that.

Taking the Upgrade Master's place was the rude kid from Kenny's race. When the race started, Kenny could see the Biffanator standing low over the track, looking like a panther ready to pounce on any car that got in trouble in his sector. The other kid, however, stood beside the track watching the race and not his section of the track. He stood there with his arms crossed looking like he'd like to be anywhere but there.

It wasn't long before a car overturned in the rythem section across from the Biffanator. The Biffanator sprang into action. He started to run across the short straight directly in front of him to get to the overturned car. Two other buggies came darting down the short straight before he could finish getting accross and the Biffanator looked like he was doing a poor version of the River Dance to try and avoid them. The first one went by unscathed but the second couldn't get by before it slamed into one of the Biffanator's ankles. His leg swung high into the air causing him to momentarily loose his ballance. His arms flailed as he tried to regain control. He swayed first to one side, then the other, before he got his ballance back. After this little colision, the car went on it's way and the Biffanator hobbled over to the next section with his face contorted in a series of grins and grimices. Just as he reached for the car, the first car he had avoided on the short straight was now headed right for his hand. As though in slow motion the Biffanator watched as the car slamed into his hand, crushing it between it and the car he had started to overturn. Quickly flipping the car over as he yanked his hand away, the car that struck him continued on its way now closely followed again by the car that had hit his ankle. The universe had balanced its self again. Looking like a wounded soldier, one hand clutching the other tight and with a noticable limp, he quickly made his way back to his turn marshaling station.

As soon as he reached his station, he saw that the same car overturned almost directly in front of the kid filling in for the Upgrade Master. He was so busy watching the race that he didn't even notice. Another turn marshal rushed over from close-by and turned the car over. The kid finally realized a car had crashed by him but just looked down his nose at the turn marshal who had covered for him and then went back to watching the race. The Biffanator couldn't believe it. Here was the Kid that would yell at any turn marshal for not turning over his car totally neglecting his duties! It almost blew his mind. The smoke, however, that had poured out his ears hung over the track for the rest of the race. When it was all over, the Kid was long gone. The Biffanator looked over to the Upgrade Master's table and could see the Kid's tuff of blonde hair disappear behind the stacks of chargers, pit boxes, dyno's and comm lathes. The Biffanator just shook his head, took his truck, and headed back to his pits.

"Upset because you didn't win, Biffanator?" Kenny asked. He looked over at Comm who was getting Servo. Kenny hadn't noticed it during the race, but Servo must have really freaked out. His leash was wound around him so tight that he couldn't hardly move. His legs were hog tied under him and, while Comm tried to free him, Servo kept moving and squirming making the whole mess worse.

"No," the Biffanator said, "I did good. Started in the middle of the pack, dropped to last, and came up second. That's not a bad round at all. With a little better luck next time, I should do well."

"Then why do you look so dejected?"

"It's that Kid we talked to earlier, the one who threatened you. He just is one more example of how not to go racing." The Biffanator pulled a comm stick out of his pocket and started chewing on it. "He won't stay racing for long. He'll get frustrated and then disinterested and find another sport to persue, leaving one less contender for the Upgrade Master to worry about."

Kenny gave the Biffanator a real befuddled look.

"You see Kenny, the Upgrade Master isn't helping that Kid."

Still befuddled.

"Sigh...You see, he isn't showing him anything other than to buy, buy, buy. That Kid can't afford to do that and it's not going to make him a better racer, just a poorer one. So, soon he'll have no money but will have the belief that money is what it takes to win. If he has no money, he figures he can't win and since winning is now the only thing that matters to him, he'll figure that it would be better to find something else to do. He won't get better, and hence, he won't ever get good enough to race against the Upgrade Master. And that is what the Upgrade Master wants."

A little less befuddled.

"The Upgrade Master only wants to compete against people that he can beat all the time. If he takes out all the new drivers, or at least makes them waist thier money and time on trying to go faster with upgrades instead of by practicing, he'll never have any competition other than himself and then he can always win. That's what he wants, to win all the time and do it easily."

The little light bulb goes off in Kenny's head. He let out a little smile, now he knew where the Biffanator came into all this.

"But that will never happen as long as you're around, right Biffanator?"

"Bingo, Kenny. But you know, I can't do it alone. I have to find others that are willing to further spread the word of good sportsmanship and perpetuate fun in R/C."

"You mean, people like me?"

"If you so decide. That will be purly up to you. All I can do is show you my side and let you compare it to his." The Biffanator said while thumbing over to the Upgrade Master.

"Th's gaul dern dog is jus' all woun' up, Biffanator. Leek et 'im. He's all over da place!" Comm was walking up with Servo. To be more precise, Servo was being drug behind Comm by his leash. The whole time Servo is whining and whirling and scratching trying to get back at the track. His legs were clawing for purchase in the hard dirt.

"You know he always gets like this when he's at the track, Comm. Just tie him up here to the leg of the work bench and he'll calm down after a while."

"Sure thing, Biffanator." Comm said while he tied up Servo. As he turned to walk away, Servo tangled his legs up in the leash. Comm tried to pull his legs out but the more he pulled, the tighter it got. He kept looking down at his legs while, seemingly unknown to him, he was slowly falling toward's the Biffanator's plastic chair upon which rested the Biffanator's truck. It wasn't until he was just a few inches from the chair, his hands trying to undo the leash in vain, that he realized what was happening. He had a real shocked look on his face, eyes wide and mouth agape, as he went crashing into it. The arm of the chair got caught on his upper teeth as he went down. The chair, now going down as well, catapulted the truck into the air once more and it landed right in a big mud puddle. Mud splashed all over the Biffanator and Kenny who both were too engrossed in their conversation to see what was coming. The Biffanator and Kenny let out a surprised shout as mud cascaded down on them. When every thing calmed down, Servo was hiding under the table again, whirling and whining, Comm was on his back with the arm of the chair wedged in his mouth, and the Biffanator just turned and looked at him. The Biffanator looked at Comm, and Comm back at him. They stared at each other like that for a while.

"Uhhhhh, why don' I geet yar truck, Biffanator, and cleen it up fer ya?"

"How about you just clean the body and let ME handle the rest of it, eh? You don't seem to be having a good day, Comm."

"Hee hee, got that thar right, Biffanator. Sure thin', I'll geet that thar body lookin' real nice an' all, sur' nuff." The Biffanator pulled out the body pins and handed Comm the filthy body. Off he went with a bottle of Simple Green and a rag. Kenny, while covered in dirt, again found himself trying not to laugh.

"Funny guy, isn't he?" the Biffanator asked.

"Yea, but he seems a little...uhmmmmm..."

"Off?"

"Yea, off. What does he do other than help you out?"

"Like he needs to do anything else! Without Comm, why, I'd be lost. I wouldn't have any decent oil. I don't know how he does it, but if you have twenty bottles of bearing oil sitting here, ol' Comm will find the best tasting of the group. Same with Comm Sticks, somehow, if there is one around for sale he'll find it. Anyway, he makes me laugh if nothing else. So anyway, is your truck ready for the next heat?"

"I think so."

"Did you clean it and check all the screws?"

"Uhmmm...no."

"Well, here then, let me show you what to do." The Biffanator went over to Kenny's side of the table and began to show him how to clean his truck. How you use a toothbrush to get out all the dirt and grime. Then he showed Kenny all the screws he needed to check before going out for his next run.

"You see, if you don't make sure all those screws are tight, chances are that one of them is going to come loose at the worst possible moment. You don't want that to happen, trust me. Now then, as soon as Comm comes back with the Simple Green, we'll do your tires too."

It wasn't long before Comm came wandering back.

"Lookie here, Biffanator, yer body's all clean and all, jus' the way you lik' it. Don't know what happened to all the paint, 'tho." He lifted up the body and showed it to the Biffanator. The body was totaly clear except where the stickers were. All the paint had been taken off the body. Comm stood there looking very proud of himself while the Biffanator had a total look of dismay.

"Comm, what happened?"

"Lik' I said, dunno what happened to all the paint, I sprayed on the Simple Green and poof, no paint!"

"You did just use it on the outside, didn't you?" The Biffanator asked dumbfounded.

"Uh....jus' the outside? I thought you just soaked it in the Simple Green fer a while and let the dirt come offa der. Maybe tha's why all the paint came offa der."

The Biffanator just looked at him, then back to the body, then back at him. Comm hung his head in shame.

"I'm surry, Biffanator."

A smile came over the Biffanator's face. "Don't worry about it, Comm. Actually, I kind of like the way it looks. No one else has a truck like this one. Thanks man." Comm lifted his head and let out a grin.

"Thanks, Biffanator." The Biffanator picked up a couple of bottles of bearing oil and handed one of them to Comm, he looked over at Kenny.

"Want one?"

"Uh, no thanks, Biffanator."

"Okay then." He raised his bottle to Comm, and Comm returned the geture. The bottles touched and then they both downed them in nothing flat.



Tune in next week when you'll here Kenny say, "Oh Comm, I thought you weren't supposed to swallow that Racerette gum!!"

[PD2]

HOLY COW!!!!! You ought to start a book Biff! I'm gonna have to wait till I'm at work with nothing to do to read all of it, but the first chapter/page is great!! I love it!!!!

PD2:cool:

[Gary]

Credit goes to RoboTech, aka Troy Lyman! :D