"Byrd! Go get a gallon of metallic paint, and start painting that wall over there."

"That's a bunch of shit," Byrd said out loud. He heaved himself up, walked out of the building, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette. He ran his fingers through his suave hair. Byrd felt so bad at the moment.

Dawn Jones, Toby's twin sister, revved up her motorcycle as she rode down Main Street towards The Lightning. She stopped abruptly when she saw the devil-may-care hunk leaning against the club. "Hey, sexy. You are looking fiiiiiine. Are you new here?"

"What's it to you?" replied Byrd as he stomped out his cigarette. "Who cares about this f***in' place?"

"Well, I can make it more comfortable for you, hunk buns."

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer some time." He turned his back to her and walked inside.

"Dan! Dan!" Debra called.

"Yes, Mrs. Cox?"

"Come over here. I want to see how the old ding-a-ling is doing!"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine, ma'am."

"Ooops! I dropped a condom! Would you mind gettin' it for me, babe?"

Dan obediently bent over.

"What a fine piece of work," Debra whispered to herself.

Dan handed it to her looking embarrassed.

"Wow, you're gettin' bigger and bigger everyday. Suggestively speaking that is."

"I guess so," said a confused Dan. "I best be goin'. I have to see about a girl...I mean...WOMAN."

Dan set off to find Miss Freesia, his love.

"Wee-oo, wee-oo, wee-oo!" Little Jimmy, the 9-year-old town trouble maker ran down the street making siren noises. He ran through the trailor alleys until he ran into something big and squishy. He liked this.

"Oo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" squealed Debra. "Little Jimmy!"

Little Jimmy had went crashing right into Debra's behind.

"Well, you were in the police car's way!"

"Oh, you little rascal!"

"I not a razzle! Where do babies come from, Mrs. Debra?"

"Well, come on in, and I'll tell you."

"Oh! Police has got another call! I better go! Wee-Ooo! Wee-ooo! Wee-ooo!" Little Jimmy sped off.

Kristy Turlington and Rex Nauman were practically sitting on top of each other in one booth. They were the promiscuous couple of the town. Carson Daly sat across from them just staring at their public display of affection.

At the next table, Toby sat by himself composing poems and bittersweet love songs. How he wished he had someone to share his chocolate chip L-O-V-E with.

Travis, Heather, Kosan, and Shelly sat at another table playing "Let's Mix All the Crap on the Table in an Ashtray and Give It to the Waitress."

Mary Jo and Milly were at another table acting as if they were high and mighty. They were each drinking bubbly waters and were discussing their hair styles for next week.

A rollicking version of "Chatahoochee" struck up on the juke box. The whole place cheered and began clapping and stomping along.

Everyone's head turned towards the door. Who was this person who wore a shirt with such a funny word as Metallica on it? And what a weird hair cut! Grown out and parted down the middle! All the girls were wondering who this sexy stranger was. And all the guys were wondering who go to beat this punk up.

Travis finally said something. "So, who the hell are ya?"

"Your butt. What's it to you?"

"Don't get smart-assed with me. I'll kick your intelligent little butt right into the ground."

"I'd like to see you try," replied Byrd in his strange Midwestern accent.

Travis took this as an invite to throw the first punch. BAM! Cheap shot to the mouth.

"Oh, you're gonna pay!" Byrd kicked Travis where the sun don't shine. He was trained in martial arts to deal with suckers like these. He then grabbed Travis's arm and flipped him right on his back. "You gonna mess with me again, foo'?"

"Uhhhh...," was all Travis could reply half-consciously staring at the ceiling.

Byrd walked out of the restaurant with his need for entertainment fulfilled for the night. He walked to the old deserted playground and saw a girl reading under a tree. He sat down next to her.

"Hey, who are you?" asked Byrd. This was the only social interaction he had tried to make with anyone in Rusty Mills. "Looks like you're trying to escape from all those ignorant hicks too."

The girl, Flour Marshall, shrugged not saying a word. She shoved her face back in her book, now especially intimidated by Byrd's amazing looks.

"I said, who are you?"

"Flour," she said quietly. She immediately hid her face once again.

"Interesting name. Hey, maybe you can stop by The Lightning sometime which my dad owns."

Flour just nodded still buried in her book.


Episode 3