Hi! This is my first Dukes fanfic so please be nice and review! The idea came from an episode of Full House, and a conversation with my best friend. And if y'all think the Dukes of Hazzard is mine, then I got some beach front property I'd like to offer you, dirt cheap. Contact Boss Hogg for details. (All errors I will claim.)

"Thanks, fellas!" Daisy Duke said, waving to her cousins Bo and Luke as they sped away in General Lee after dropping her off at work. The familiar tune of Dixie floated after them, the car horn's song sounding downright cheerful on the warm autumn day. 'Course, the boys didn't know what Daisy was going to get them into, or they probably would have changed their tune. But not even Daisy knew what the day would bring for her and the rest of the Dukes, so she entered the Boars Nest and got right to work waiting on the customers.

While washing glasses, out of the corner of her eye she saw Boss Hogg leaving his office, a sheaf of papers tucked under his arm. Being understandably wary of the county commissioner's actions, especially since they usually tended to land Bo and Luke in hot water, she watched closely as Boss tacked one of the sheets to the wall and laid the rest of the stack on the bar. She also kept a close eye on her tip jar's contents when Boss Hogg came in its vicinity, considering his sticky fingers.

"Oh, Daisy Duke, come over here a minute," he motioned her over to where he was standing, once he had finished with his own errand.

"Yeah, Boss?" she asked, surreptitiously moving her tips from his range of vision.

"I want you to pass these papers out to everyone who comes through the Boars Nest today," he answered, indicating the stack of flyers he'd brought out.

Daisy took one of the flyers and read it thoughtfully, elbows propped on the bar's smooth surface. "Lulu Hogg's First Annual Charity Bachelor Auction." She stopped reading and looked at Boss Hogg in surprise. "Oh, that sounds like so much fun! I can't wait to see this!" she exclaimed with a smile that lit up her face.

"Never mind that!" Boss waved his hand dismissively. Daisy read on, "Lucky ladies with the highest bids get to choose their own Prince Charming to take to the Lulu Hogg Charity Ball. Gentlemen wanting to participate, sign up in the Boars Nest by this weekend. Auction to take place next Thursday, with dance held on Saturday. Proceeds benefit Hazzard County Orphanage. Start saving up, ladies!

Boss Hogg had moved on by the time Daisy finished reading the flyer so she laid it back down on top of the rest and went back to wiping off the mugs. But she couldn't get the auction out of her mind. On a whim, she stepped out from behind the bar and looked at the empty sign-up sheet, which no one seemed interested in, then impulsively signed her cousins' names to it. They wouldn't mind too much, she figured. Daisy debated whether Uncle Jesse would be interested in participating, and then decided he'd probably go along, since it was for a good cause. Besides, if he didn't want to, she could always erase the name. Jesse Duke's name was added to the list, right after Bo and Luke's.

Daisy hummed a little tune while she waited on the tables, when the door opened and Deputy Enos Strate stumbled through it. Daisy gave out the last mug on her tray and glided back to where Enos deposited himself on a handy barstool.

"Hey, Enos, what can I get you?" she cheerfully asked the young man.

"Oh, hey there, Daisy," he greeted her in his usual shy manner. "Just a glass of buttermilk, if it ain't too much trouble."

"Oh, sugar, it ain't no trouble at all," she answered, smiling as she went to fill his request. She handed him his glass and gently placed one of the flyers down beside it.

Enos glanced down at it in confusion. "What's this for, Daisy?" he asked.

"Miss Lulu's holdin' a charity bachelor auction," Daisy explained, pointing out where that was stated on the flyer. "Do you think you'll sign up? It sounds like it'll be a lot of fun."

Enos picked up the paper and read it, then his eyes met Daisy's for the briefest moment before dropping back down again. "I don't know, Daisy. Likely I'll be on duty them days, and 'sides, I probably won't get nobody to bid on me anyhow. But it's real nice of you to offer; I sure do appreciate it.

Daisy took the deputy's hand, trying to encourage him. "Oh, Enos, I'm sure Boss would give you those days off to take part in Miss Lulu's auction, and I just bet you that you get the whole room biddin' on you." She gave him a big smile and added, "But that don't make no difference 'cause I'm gonna outbid them all, honey!"

"You mean that, Daisy?" Enos took another look at the flyer and then back at his friend Daisy, the girl he wished was more than a friend. He grinned and chuckled softly to himself. "In that case, you talked me into it. Where do I sign up?"

"Right under Uncle Jesse's name. There, you're all set."

"And what is it you got Uncle Jesse's John Hancock tacked onto this time?" A voice asked behind them, joining the conversation.

"Hey, Cooter!" Daisy greeted the Hazzard County mechanic. She handed him another flyer. "You want to sign up, sugar?"

Cooter Davenport scratched his head under his ball cap thoughtfully. "Now I ain't quite sure just yet. Gimme a day or two to think about it, alright?" He looked over the names already on the list, peering a little more closely at the signatures. "Now, I seen Bo, and Luke, and even Uncle Jesse's handwritin' enough to know that that ain't theirs." He turned to look straight at Daisy. "Do they know you signed them up?" he asked her pointblank.

"Well…not yet," she answered hesitantly.

Cooter stared at her a long moment, then said seriously, "I think they might wanna find out about all this, 'fore you're pushing them onto some stage somewheres, don't you?" He softened the observation with a mischievous grin and added, "Cause I get the feelin' your Uncle Jesse and them cousins of yours is gonna look pretty silly standin' there not knowin' what's going on, with Miz Tisdale and all them other gals out there biddin' on them, don't you?"

Daisy laughed. "Don't worry, Cooter. I'm gonna tell them just as soon as I'm off work.

Friends and neighbors, I'm worried about Daisy. I don't know how ol' Jesse's gonna take the news! Y'all sit tight.