“No kidding? OUR Skipper taught a tow truck how to fly? Man, he really can teach anyone…” the fuel truck laughed.
“Darn right he taught me. Skipper done taught me everything he knows about flyin’. I even flew backwards on ma first flight!” the tow truck laughed in reply.
Right as the tow truck finished speaking, an orange and white Air Tractor crop duster pulled up next to the fuel truck. The bell for the service station rang as the crop duster rolled to a stop.
“Chug, who’s this?” the crop duster asked, unfamiliar with the rusted tow truck that sat before him.
“The name’s Mater!” the tow truck introduced quickly before the fuel truck could speak.
The crop duster rolled back a few inches in surprise. “’Mater’??” he asked