Fuzzy Lumpkin fell asleep on his rocking chair. The warm and sunny day was so peaceful, it made his body relax. Unknown to him, a male in his early thirties drove over to the house, riding in a red sports car. Once the male was a few feet away, the car came to a halt. Turning off the ignition, the male steps out of the car, donning a black suit. His black hair was combed and were up to his shoulders. He walks over to the house calmly, seeing the creature sleeping. The male cleared his throat, to which he gotten no response. Then he did it again. Still nothing. The man decided to go for the more physical approch, which was to just tap his shoulder. The hand of his slowly reached out to Fuzzy. "Erm...escuse me Mr. Lump..."<br/><br/>The second the finger touched the fur, the eyes shot open. Without thinking, the creature grabbed his trusty 'Boomstick' and aimed it right at the man. "GET OFF MY PROPTERTY!" Came a roar.<br/><br/>Fuzzy pressed the trigger and the gun powder kicked in. Thankfully, being a business man with good reflexes, ducked to dodge the ammunition and ran behind the nearest rock that covered his body, which was just a few steps away. "W-w-w-wwait!" The man shouts, to which Fuzzy fired at the rock. It only scratched the surface. "I'm from the wrestling federation where you competed at!"<br/><br/>A few more shots rang from his trusty gun, till he heard the last sentence. The bear-like creature put away his gun and then ran over to the cock where the now terrified business man crawled into a ball. Fuzzy made him stand upright before rubbing his back head. "Ehehehe...sorry partner. I dun't usually gets visitors, so my hos-pit-tality is a bit off." The man was not surprised. "So...what brings you here, stranger?"<br/><br/>The man cleared his throat as well as dust off his suit. "I have come here personally to notify you that your monster truck is ready."<br/><br/>To this news, Fuzzy began to jump up and down with excitment. Something that startled the man at first, but soon calmed him down. "HOOOOOO BOY! I cans't wait to tr~~~~~~~~~~~~y it!" Just wait till those Townsvile people see his new wheels. He knows they'll be jealous...Once the jumping ceased, he looked around, not seeing anything that looks close to what he pictured. "....Where is it?" The creature said flatly.<br/><br/>Simply, the man pulled out a blackburry from his pocket and began to talk to it. "You can drop it, guys." Five seconds after he heard that, a chopper wizzed in the air, hovering near his house and the trees. Under the chopper, there was a large crate. It was slightly larger them the chopper itself. The rope that held the very large crate snapped as it was pumpled to the ground, leveling down some trees. As if by magic, the sides of it fell down, one side after another. It was then...he saw it. A monster truck unlike he ever seen. The wheels were 8 feet in height, and truck color was read. On both sides, it seems to say 'Boom Truck' in yellow fancy letters. In the background of the letter was Fuzzy's boomstick gun. Fuzzy's eyes glitter like a school girl. "It looks so...purdy..." The southerner said softly. Then he spreads his arms. "I's wanna take it for a drive!" It was then the business man handed him the keys, to witch the lump snatched it from him. Like a mexican jumping bean, he hoped on the wheel, then the truck door, opening it. Inside, he foud there was a possom hat and a bobble head of a red head female with a short tank top and some blue booty shorts. Fuzzy points at the little figure. "I'm calling you Shurly!" The smile of his reached ear to ear.<br/><br/>Fuzzy knew how to drive a stick, thanks to his cousins. He was short of memory of the few lessons, but he's sure that he can wing it. What can go wrong?<br/><br/>Once Fuzzy puts in the key and starts it up, the truck was alive. It roared, which just made Fuzzy clapped his hands excitedly. "Look at this baby pur!" The driver steps on the paddle a few times, but not all the way. Each time, the truck roared throughout the forest. "Now...let's show you to Townsvile!"<br/><br/>And then the drive began. Fuzzy drove through the forest, either moving side or bringing down trees. The truck was like a lawnmower to grass, and whatever got in its way met a unfortunate end. Just out of the forest, he finds the concrete street and begins driving towards the busy parts of town. Most of the early cars were caught off guard by it, only to have their car crushed by Boom Truck's powerful wheels. Any witnesses or survivors that saw Fuzzy only swore, swore, and swore some more. The driver pulled down the window on his side, only to stick out his head. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Fuzzy howled excitedly.<br/><br/>