Cristy Floss was having a bad day. After getting shoved by the stuck-up Taffeta, and a scolding from King Candy (who's accent creeped her out), she was now having trouble fixing Jubileena's car. "Stupid bloody calibrater with its stupid bloody leak! How come I can't fix it? I'm supposed to be the mechanic!" She threw down her wrench and sighed. She sat down in her chair and smoothed back her pink hair, as she usually did when she was frustrated. Truth be told, she didn't feel like a mechanic, with her shoulder length pink hair with the blue streak in front, nor with her British accent or short temper. When she thought about it, she would rather be a racer, not mechanic. As she got up, she thought, "Well, at least I have a job, unlike Vanelope. I wonder why she is so bad, anyway." After a hour and a half of fixing Jubileena's pie-themed cart, the Cherriot, she gave it one final look over. "Perfect," she said, running her hand over the hood. All of a sudden, she felt the urge to try out the cart. She looked through the peep hole on her door to her garage and since she couldn't see anyone, she ran back to the cart and hopped in. Just then, the back door flew open and in came King Candy.