Well, after we crash-landed that UFO, Bubba and me found ourselfs in the middle of the desert. Well Bubba said he wants to go home, and hell, I don't blame him 'cause there ain't no place like Hickston.

With a gang of aliens hot on our tail, I guess we're gonna have to blast our way through jackalope farms, DisGraceland, and a riverboat and brothel (Bubba can't wait) as well as all hell 'fore we get home again.

Guess we're gonna have to find us some kinda transpo'tation if we're gonna make it. Me, I'm jus' itchin' to get my hands on one of them big hog motorcycles or maybes a swamp buggy.