The older man responded "I sure hope so sheriff. I'll do just about anything to get out of paying those fines. I just ain't got no money and I sure don't want to go to jail to pay my debt to society." Then the old man mumbles "Even though I ain't done nothing wrong." Rosco responded sharply "I heard that Amos Stigger. I'm the sheriff around these parts and if I say you've done something wrong then you've done something wrong. Khee Khee! Got that?!" "Uh, yes sir sheriff sir. Now what is it that I can do fer ya?" "Ya got any gas in your plane?" "Yes sir, a full tank. Enough to last all day if I had to. Why? Ya know someone who needs their crops dusted?" Rosco responded "No, I don't know nobody who needs their crops dusted. I need to commandeer that flying vehicle for official police business. Now let's get your piece of junk pick-up off the road and get me up in the air. Enos, you stay here and monitor the CB in the patrol car." *One hour later. Amos Stigger and Rosco were airborn in the two-seater crop duster*