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F-6 UNLIM TIME OFF 5 UNLIM MONEY ON
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7 UNLIMITED MOONSHINE ON
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Millennium`s Moonshine Racers
- Full Docs -
Thanks to `Lil Louise for the original
There CAN be only ONE ... QUARTEX !!
MOONSHINE RACERS
"Geet that mangy mutt outa my still boy." Ol` man Tucker spluttered in a spray
of of black bacca juice. "I`ll show that god`darn dawg who`s boss round here."
Tucker reached in the cab of his pick-up and retrieved a twelve bore,
cocked it and trained the sight with his one good eye in the direction of
Billy Joe`s hound Scraps. BLAAAMMM!
"Yelp yelp yelp!" Scraps had just finished swimming around in the bubbling
stiller of moonshine, gulping and slurping and was now high-tailin` it into
the barn, quicker than a turkey on Christmas eve.
"Yeehee haw hotdiggerdy! I`ve never seen Scraps move so fast."Billy Joe and
Ike were laughing fit to bustin`. "Don`t worry ol`man it`ll better the taste
of that there liquor - yee hee haw!"
"Couldn`t make it any worse!" Ike added. Tucker turned the gun barrels on the
boys: "Yooz boys geet yer butts in them there vee-hicle and deliver that there
moonshine by sundown, ya hear!"
BLAAAMMM! Tucker emptied the second barrel in the boys` direction sending
them running away like chickens from asouthern fried chicken factory. Billy
Joe fired up the wagon and tore off down the dirt track in a cloud of dust and
smoke, Scarps baying out of one window, Ike hollering at the top of his voice
out of the other: "Yer nothin` but a crazy ol` coot Tucker!"
"OK folks that was Willie Nelson! Now on radio Mississippi here is Miss Sammy
McVye singin` here new song: "Ike turned up the radio to the first strains
of Miss McVye`s tune "You`ve had one too many women in yer life when ya
shoulda been with me yer wife Ya caused me a loada trouble, now I`m gonna
burst ya bubble, Oh I`m real mad cos ya made me sad...."
"Holy cow!" Ike exclaimed "I don`t know what sounds worse this ol` wagon or
that there warbling woman. Yeehaw haw haw!" Once again the boys were in fits
of laughter. It could be said that they didn`t have two brain cells to rub
together but at least they had a sense of humour.
The sun was slowly fading in the western skies. Ike nudged Billy Joe:
"We`d better get a lick of speed on, else ol` man Tucker will strip our hides
if we don`t deliver that liquor." With that, Billy Joe put the pedal to the
metal. The wagon spluttered as the other cylinders joined the living and the
old Plymouth surged down the track.
Up the road a`ways, Sheriff Fat Sam was sat in his patrol car barking down
the radio to one of his deputies: "What in tarnation you playin` at Deke?
First you gotta arrest the varmint, then you read him his rights - didn`t
they teach you anythin` at that school?" Sam slammed down his radio and
shoved his fat mit into a bag of hashes for the last morsel. Licking the
grease from his lips, he began whistling his favourite tune, "The Rose of
Alabama. "Suddenly, he stopped midway through the chorus. Craning his neck to
look up the road. He could just make out a cloud of dust in the distance:
"Darned if that ain`t those two lowdown moonshiners Ike and Billy Joe."
Sam picked up his radio "Deke, geet yer butt up here to route 42, I think
I`ve found me some moonshiners."
"YEEEEHAAAWW! Ike and Billy Joe rushed past the sheriff and dived into a
clearing up the track. "I`ve got you varmints this time." Sam turned the
ignition key. But he`d been sitting all afternoon with the air conditioning
on and, with a `WRRRrrrr", the siren sounded a weary note draining the last
juice out of the battery: "Dagnabbit! You god`darn heap of trash... you let
me down for the last time." In a fit of fury, Sam unholstered his Colt 45
and emptied the magazine into the car. "Oh shoot! Now I gotta walk home."
At Zak`s bar, the boys delivered the moonshine and settled the dust with a
couple of cold beers: "Yeehee haw! Did you see the look on ol` fat Sam`s
face, he looked as red as a beetroot."
Zak came over to the boys. "I`d keep yer voices down boys. That big mean
critter over there is Sam`s new deputy and he`s aiming to clean out the
moonshining business round these parts."
"He sure looks like one mean son of a gun." Ike agreed. With that, the boys
gulped their beers down and sidled out of the bar to make their last delivery.
Billy Joe stopped and pointed to a brand new patrol car parked outside Zak`s
bar: "Well look`a here. Reckon that there shiny new vee-hicle belongs to Fat
Sam`s new gorilla?" Ike nodded in agreement and rubbed his chin. Ike leant
into the cab and brough out what looked like a large furry black and white
ball. Ike leant through the window and placed the dozing skunk in deputy
Coogans car. Then: "YEEHAW! Wakey wakey Mr Skunk!" The critter jumped out of
its skin and did what all alarmed skunks do all over the drivers seat.
Billy Joe fired up the ol` Plymouth and roared around the car park.
Meanwhile, back in Zak`s, deputy Coogan was on his way out of the door.
"Well look`ee here, if we ain`t got a couple of good time boys!" Billy Joe
continued to roar around Zak`s yard covering Coogan`s shiny new car in dust
and grit. Deputy Coogan sprinted to his car and launched himself into the
driver`s seat only to discover Ike`s surprise present: "URGH! Shhh...oot!"
With that, Billy Joe made one more cicuit and with a "YEEEHAW!" roared off
down the track.
MOONSHINE RACERS
Sheriff Sam and his deputies are real sore now and they`re aiming to make
life as difficult for Ike and Billy Joe as possible. Here is your change to
run moonshine for ol man Tucker. The Pay ain`t bad and the life is hectic
but fun - provided you keep your sense of humour! The objective in Moonshine
Racers is to deliver ol` man Tucker`s moonshine to various customers
throughout the state.
THE CHARACTERS
Ike
Ike`s been running moonshine for years, but he`s never been caught. He knows
all the shorts cuts and hiding places and, thanks to his powerful CB radio,
he can contact all his `good buddies, who tell him about police movements in
the area.
Billy Joe
This is one crazy young boy from New Orleans. He was weaned on Jim Beam
sour mash and the stuff has certainly mashed his brains. B.J. drives the
wagon for ol` man Tucker`s moonshine deliveries. He has the habit of hollering
YEEHAW! at the slightest hint of excitement. He has no respect for Fat Sam
and his deputies, which is demonstrated by the way he drives his ol` wagon.
Ol` man Tucker
There`s only one way to describe ol` man Tucker and that`s miserable old
grouch. He chews strong black bacca which he spits and splutters as he talks.
In living memory, he has never had anything nice to say about anyone.
One time, Billy Joe crashed his truck spilling most of the moonshine on the
highway. Tucker horse-whipped the lad and evicted B.J`s dear ol` grandma
from her shack and set light to it.
Sheriff `fat` Sam
At 22 stone, Fat Sam can just about squeeze behind the wheel of his patrol
vee-hicle. Sam once ate fifty boiled eggs for a $100 bet. When he`d won the
money, he belched and then ordered a rack of ribs and fries.
When he meets a stranger in town he always says: I`m the law in these parts
step out of line and I`ll put you in the jailhouse boy!" He`s always hot on
the heels of Ike and Billy Joe. "One day I`m gonna get them varmints!"
Scraps
"Mangy god`darn hound!" Hated by ol` man Tucker, Scraps is a mischievous
little dog who has a taste for moonshine.
Rommel
Fat Sam`s rottweiller is a dog with an attitude problem - he`s one mean
dawg boy - he even bites his master! Once this hound gets a hold of you he
won`t let go.
THE VEE-HICLES
You begin your moonshining equipped with Billy Joe`s basic and beaten up
jalopy wagon. But as you gain more money delivering moonshine, you can
spend it on new engine parts and tyres at Sam`s garage.
But constantly being chased by Fat Sam and his men soon wears out the engine
and so as you progress, you`ve got the change to buy faster and better
equipped automobiles.
Jalopy
Billy Joe`s ol` wagon can reach a pretty good speed, thanks to the high octane
fuel he uses. But keeping one step ahead of Sam takes its toll on this
ancient old wreck. A good runner but in need of some attention.
Saloon
If you`ve made it this far, you can get someone else to drive the truck
while you cause havoc and mayhem on the highways. Good all round condition
long MOT.
Hot Rod
Now you`re really cooking. The hot rod is the fastest vee-hicle on the road
and fat Sam has to recruit some deputies from other states to keep up with
you. Stylish flame paintwork design - never raced or rallied.
In the cab
Transmission is a two gear affair, with a press of the firebutton changing
from low to high gear. If you stop for any reason you must change down to
the low gear for a fast getaway.
Speedometer
When the boys are driving, the needle on the speedometer goes completely
off the scale. How fast can you go?
Temperature gauge
Constantly driving at full speed the use of some higly suspect fuels and
colliding with other vee-hicles and obstacles sends the engine temperature
racing.