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Part 3 of The Digger Chronicles
It was a dark and stormy night as Digger the gopher tunneled his way to Texas Motor Speedway. It had been a month since a mysterious stranger had alerted Digger to a plot to let him have it at Texas by a cartel of NASCAR drivers, and after a close call with sharks at the Georgia Aquarium, Digger had gone to Washington D.C. asking to be put on the Endangered Species List, but his request was denied. Digger decided that his best course of action would be to lay low for a while and hope the whole thing would just blow over. Things didn't blow over, and two weeks after the Atlanta race, Digger received an e-mail from TMS president Eddie Gossage asking for the gopher's help with a new infield golf course. Everything was coming together just as the mysterious stranger had foretold.
As he neared the speedway, Digger wondered what would be in store for him at the track. He tunneled under the gates and headed for the Hollywood Hotel.
"Maybe I can get Myers, Hammond, and DW to stand with me," Digger thought to himself. "After all, DW saved me from the sharks in Atlanta."
Digger ran into Chris Myers first. "Mr. Myers, you've got to help me! RC and some of the drivers are going to let me have it in the infield while we're here!"
"Digger, you're all wet," Myers told the rodent. "But seriously, I kid because I care.
I wish I could help you out, but I have an exclusive interview with Jerry Jones. He's going to give me all the inside details on his plans to screw up the Cowboys this year."
Digger sat down and waited for Hammond and DW to show up. Soon, the two commentators walked into the studio.
"Hey, Digger, buddy! What's up?" DW asked.
"RC and some of the drivers are gonna let me have it in the infield!"
"Let you have what?" Hammond asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that they're gonna let me have it in the infield while we're here, and if I don't show up, they're gonna send Elliot Sadler's hounds after me! Please, you have to help me!" Digger pleaded.
"Sorry Digger, but we're meeting Larry Mac at Billy Bob's. We've got a date with a mechanical bull." Hammond replied.
"Boogity, boogity, boogity! Let's go bull riding, boys!" DW exclaimed as he and Hammond walked out the door. Digger soon realized that he would have to face RC and the drivers alone.
Meanwhile, on a grassy knoll in downtown Dallas, Richard Childress and the drivers were meeting to finalize their plans.
"Ok, Martin. Were you able to get us what we need?" Childress asked driver Martin Truex, Jr.
"Well, Bass Pro Shops helped us out as best they could. There were some things on that list they just don't carry." Truex replied.
"It's not a problem," commented Juan Pablo Montoya. "What he couldn't get from them, I was able to get from Target,"
"I've got the dogs in place," said Elliot Sadler, "but I'm tellin' ya right now you guys are gonna have to take some of 'em back to Charlotte with you. There just ain't enough room for me and 69 dogs on that plane!."
Tony Stewart had been examining an object in the back of Childress's SUV when he turned to address Sadler.
"Don't look at me, dude. I'm not listening to those dogs bay at my cats all the way home." Stewart returned to examining the object. "Uh, guys," Tony said, turning his attention back to the group, "we're going to have to come up with an alternate plan. The range on these things isn't quite what we expected."
"I guess we'll just have to have us an old fashioned western show down right there in the infield." Kyle Busch said trying to mimmick a Texas drawl. "Anybody squeamish about doing this thing face to face." The other drivers shook their heads.
"Ok, let's get this thing over with." Kurt Busch said, and with that, the drivers disbanded.
The drivers returned to the track just in time to hear the announcement they had been waiting for:
"Digger, please meet Mr. Gossage in the infield. Digger, please meet Mr. Gossage in the infield."
The drivers took their places and waited. Digger knew the hour had come. He took a deep breath and headed for the infield. As soon as he got there, he was surrounded by the drivers.
"Ok, gopher. Say your prayers." Kurt Busch said. Digger's knees were knocking.
"You've chomped your last tire," Tony Stewart said as the drivers raised their weapons.
"Hasta la vista, gopher." commented Juan Pablo Montoya as the drivers took aim.
"Ok, boys. Let him have it!" Childress commanded. Digger closed his eyes and held his breath
As the drivers turned to go back to the motorcoach lot, Chris Myers- fresh from his interview- came strolling across the infield.
"See, Digger. I told you you were all wet." Myers said as he looked down at the water logged gopher.
Digger looked up at Myers, shook his fist, muttered something in gopher, then squished off to the hair and makeup trailer to get dried off.
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