The residents of Radiator Springs had settled at Flo's Café after a busy day and,with many of Lightning's fans gone or staying else where, all was pleasantly quiet . Most of the community were there, even two of the tuner gangs number where sat just away from the group. Without the gang mentality to boost their confidence they were quiet, shy and would keep to themselves; they sat listening to music DJ was providing ,through a pair of large headphones, to Snotrod. Flo was serving drinks and the townsfolk were listening to one of Mater's Tall Tales.
" And some say t' ghost light ain't no ghost" He paused dramatically "it's 'n alien!" His expression oddly serious, though that didn't help bring any weight to his story. Laughter rose up, Mater looked a little downtrodden, kicking a pebble with a tire.
Lightning nudged his pal " Aww, don't feel bad, buddy. No one believes in ghost stories; it's all cars in sheets and swamp gas " Lightning smiled, but Mater knew there must be one good ghost story to scare the stickers of his pal...
" Well whut about;The Legend of Dean Spyder?"
The towns folk went quiet, Mcqueen's eyes lit up with intrigue, he looked skyward in thought; " A giant spider?"
" No no no" Doc shook his hood, a wicked grin flickered across his grill. "Now that IS a horrible story".
" Tell it, tell it!" Mater hopped around like an excited child, much to his rusting body's squeaking chagrin. Sherriff rolled his eyes and mouthed 'oh dear' under his breath. Sarge nodded in silent agreement, though a rare, small smile curled the corner of his grill.
" Yeah, c'mon Doc. Lets hear this 'spooky' tale" Lightning sipped his drink and settled on his axles. Doc cleared his throat and readied for a ripping yarn.
Most of the residents had heard the legend in someway or other, Flo and Ramone looked a little uneasy as did Red who was subconsciously backing way. Stories like this kept him from was having trouble deciding whether to focus on a suspicious traffic light or the tale. Only Luigi, Guido and Lightning hadn't heard of this 'Spyder'. Guido looked almost as excited at Mater, though his limited understanding of American language would undoubtedly call for some translation from his Fiat friend.
Doc's deep throaty rattle was the perfect voice for any narration, all that was missing was a roaring fire in a hearth and maybe a smoking pipe, dangling from his worn lips. The pastel glow of the neon lights and the twinkling stars above would have to do.
" If everyone's comfortable, I'll begin."