Two days after a satisfied Rambolina drove home the local Police were called to a van rocking about at a rest area. Once the rear doors were opened a upset American Bison charged out into the open.
As onlooker's scattered and the Police grabbed their donuts and coffee
Dr. Haun made his escape. Snorting with head down and horns low for attack he soon made his way to more open country.
Sheriff Bufford T. Justice took the leed car and was in pursuit in a few seconds. Junior, the Sheriff's only son and a spitting image of Jethro Bodeen sat next to his Father helping to keep the old fat man in his seat.
The evil Doctor Haun who was now very much a Bison eunic headed across open country where the good Sheriff's car couldn't go. The Bison headed for his Lab and was enjoying his own speed and agility when it happened.
Thinking only single minded thoughts his degraded brain although full of medical knowledge was now very Bison. No doubt his one thought was to access his Lab and somehow beckon a Lab Tech to find an antidote. His luck had run out because as he crossed highway M-40 he never looked, two steps out he heard a noise and was plastered by a Semi-truck doing 65 mph. A single word was on the Professor's lips as he saw the truck, "Nope !" or was it dope?
Thus ended the life of one great and brillant man. It was also the end on one fine formed Bison! Yet as even he died the corporate entity was not to whither and die. As the great Doctor of medical research was no longer with the company his faithful assistant, Professor Beaker was standing ready to take over the experiments.