An oncoming car is bouncing crazily across the yard, horn blaring. Deputies leap out of its path. The car shoots past the chattering van which still bucks
and bounces on its shocks, its interior strobing and flashing as if filled with trapped lightning. The speeding car heads directly for the flaming barn door
and crashes through in a shower of sparks. The car brakes inside the barn and the driver's door flies open. The little Hogwallop boy yells over the roar of the
Come on, boys! I'm gonna R-U-N-N-O-FT!
Pete, Everett and Delmar pile in.
You should be in bed, little fella.
The doors slam shut and the boy grinds into gear. He has wood blocks strapped to his feet so that he can reach accelerator, brake and clutch. He sits on a Sears Roebuck catalogue to give him a view over the dash.
You ain't the boss a me!
The car speeds for the far wall, sheeted in flame, and bursts through.
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