"Oh, right...neutral!" Dukey knew he was forgetting something, as he climbed up into the truck again, and pulled the shifter. He got out and went to the front of the truck. "Don't ya think we oughta push it from the back?" was all he asked.<br/><br/>Slowly, but surely, the truck began to move, and Dukey lent himself to the effort. He looked over as he shoved the vehicle with all his might, thinking Marcel was no slouch when it came to this sort of thing. He wondered what Clara...and anyone else, for that matter...would think of him if they saw him now. He figured that they had been best friends for a while, and that any woman would find him to be quite a catch, but there were no women around to admire him, as far as he knew.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, the truck was gaining speed.