Cars 3

What will happen when another famous car comes to Radiator Springs?

Melody Amelia Song is a car with a devastating past and a life she wants to get away from more than anything. When this star runs (or drives) into a town that is the new home of the famous Lightning McQueen, she is finally able to follow her dream. What will happen to Melody when she becomes a racing rooky and a trainee spy? Read on to find out.

Note: I do not own any recognizable characters or quotes. All recognizable characters and quotes belong to John Lasseter, the creator and director of 'Cars' and 'Cars 2'.

Chapter One

Another Famous Face

"'You get a line I'll get a pole we'll go fishing in the crawfish hole. Five card poker on Saturday night, church on Sunday morning. Thank-you everybody," said the pink and black car on stage. While driving off stage she heard her fans shouting, "Mel" that was her shortened, public name her real name was Melody Amelia Song.

"Melody, you where great, honey," said Melody's dad, Joseph Thomas Song. He was also Melody's agent and manager. "Oh, and-," he started to say, when his thirteen year old daughter cut him off.

"Wait, let me guess; we're leaving in the morning?" she said.

"Bingo," said Joseph.

'It's now or never tonight,' Melody thought to herself.

"I'm going to bed early, Melody," Joseph said driving off. "Yeah, daddy," she called back. After making sure her dad was sleeping, Melody made her move. 'Drive, don't look back, just drive,' she thought.

You may be wondering what her plan is. Melody's plan was simple; get on Interstate 40, and never, ever look back. Basically, she was driving away from the life of a famous singer and, hopefully, away from her past.

So, under the cover of night, with only about an eighth of a tank of gas, Melody snuck out. Melody was hopeful that her exceptional memory would help her find the Interstate. Melody drove and drove, without working headlights or knowing she was really on the historic Route 66.

There she was driving past the Radiator Springs billboard where Sheriff was sleeping. He woke up to the sound of an engine and turned on his lights. "Not in my town you don't," he said to himself and took off after the speeding car.

"What, that's not the Interstate, whoa!" Melody said, meanwhile, Sheriff's siren was blaring and his lights were flashing. "Oh, maybe he can help me, ah, great," Melody said to herself. She had just run over some broken glass and it had given her a flat tire. To make things worse, Melody was out of gas. After managing to pull over, Melody came face to face with her pursuer.

"Girl, you're in a load of trouble," said Sheriff, panting. After hearing this, Melody closed her eyes and went to sleep. She had been driving since 9:30 that night, now it was 11:30.

That morning, at about 5:30, Melody opened her eyes, and as usual, her sight was very blurry. "What a dream," she said to herself, trying to clear her vision. "Ahh!" Melody screamed when she realized that last night hadn't been a dream.

"Well, I didn't know yous waked up this early," a rusty tow-truck said, startling Melody even more.

"Wait, what, who are you?" Melody asked still trying to clear her vision.

"My name's Mater. Ya know, like ta-mater, but without the ta," said the tow-truck.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mater," said Melody, whom was now thinking about putting on her glasses.

"Where am I," she asked Mater.

"Where are ya, well you're in Radiator Springs," answered Mater. Melody tried backing-up, but soon realized that she had a parking boot on.

'Great, I'm in an impound lot, in a parking boot, in a small town, in the middle of nowhere,' Melody thought to herself.

"Mater! What'd I tell you about talking to the accused?" Melody recognized that voice.

Mater replied quietly, "To not to," he said and the sheriff nodded. 'Great the town sheriff,' Melody thought.

"Well, I didn't expect such a young kid to be up at this hour. What's your name?" questioned the sheriff.

Melody got nervous, 'On one tire, I can't lie to a law enforcement officer, on the other tire, he could very well recognize my name,' Melody thought.

"Kid, I need an answer," the sheriff prompted.

"My full name?" Melody asked, her eyes becoming cold, as if she was hiding her emotions on stage.

"Yes," said Sheriff.

"Alright, my name's Melody…" Melody confessed hesitantly.

"Well, now we're a bit closer to getting you home, Melody. Everyone here calls me Sheriff," he said. Just then, Sheriff said something Melody never thought she would hear, "Mater, tow this young lady to traffic court," Sheriff ordered.

'This day just keeps getting better,' Melody thought sarcastically.

As she entered the court room, Melody was nervous, but didn't show it. She knew law, and without a lawyer, Melody would probably have to defend herself. And from reading so many books on crime and law, she knew how to just that.

"All rise, the honorable Thomas Hudson residing," Sheriff said and everyone complied. Melody couldn't believe her eyes, a 1951 Hudson Hornet.

"Holy Hudson" Melody mouthed to herself.

"Sheriff, I want to know who has disrupted the peace in my town," said the Hudson in a stern voice.

A lift rose with the Hudson on it, and Melody could now see, with relative clarity, the car whom was the judge in this town. When the judge saw the young car in front of him, he was surprised. He knew nothing about this car. 'Who is this kid?' Thomas asked himself.

Within a few minutes, Sheriff was asking Melody some necessary questions to get more information. "Where are your parents?" he asked, and then waited for a response. After a moment of thinking of how to tell them Melody answered.

"My mother is dead, and my father made me a singer. It was alright for a while, but, now that I'm older, I don't want to be in the lime-light anymore. But my dad wouldn't let me stop, so I ran away." When Melody finished, all eyes were on her as if she were on stage.

"Alright, why are you in my town?" asked the judge.

Melody replied, "I was heading toward the Interstate and got lost," then she waited for a reply. Just then, the doors burst open.

"Sorry I'm late, your honor," said a voice. Melody looked in her rearview mirror and saw a racecar and rolled her eyes.

After the racecar found his spot, everyone got down to business. "Where's your lawyer?" asked Sheriff.

"I don't have a lawyer. I'm not even sixteen yet," Melody said with her eyes as cold as ice. She knew what would happen now, that old rule; if the defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him.

Sheriff rolled his eyes, sighed, and said, "If the defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him. Hey, anyone wanna be her lawyer?" All of the other cars just looked at each other and backed up, except for Mater.

"I'll do it, Sheriff," he said and drove to be next to Melody.

"So, what you're saying is that you no longer want to be famous. But your father had different plans, so you ran away so that you could live the life you want to. Your plan was to follow the Interstate, but, because you don't have working headlights, you got lost, sped into my town, ran out of gas, got a flat tire, and now, you are here in court, telling me all this," said the judge looking directly at Melody.

Melody looked around and then answered, "Yes sir," she said, her cold eyes staring into the judges eyes.

"Your honor, we have reached a verdict," said a light blue Porsche said. The Hudson nodded and the Porsche continued, "We find the defendant guilty on the charges of speeding and premature leaving of the household," she said. Melody knew what 'premature leaving of the household' meant. It meant that she could not, by law, live on her own until she was 18 years of age, this, she hadn't taken into account.

"Alright, I sentence you to live here in Radiator Springs until your father finds you, get headlights, and you must pay a $50 fine for speeding, case dismissed," the judge said.

After the trial was dismissed, Melody went up to the judge. "Excuse me, your honor," she said in a quiet voice, but it was enough to get the judge's attention.

"You can call me Tom, kid. Now, what do you want?" said Tom.

"I just wanted to give you this," Melody said pushing $50 toward the Hudson. Tom eyed the money them looked at Melody with a surprised expression on his face.

"But, how?" he asked, looking at the money, then at Melody.

"It sort of comes with being one of the world's most famous singers," Melody said, casting her cold gaze down.

"Alright, oh, Mater could you tow um," said Tom, whom had forgotten Melody's name.

"Melody," she supplied.

"Oh, yeah, could you tow Melody to Flo's then Luigi's?" Tom asked.

"Okie-dokie," Mater said, driving behind Melody whom gave a slight gasp as Mater's hook caught on her bumper.

The first stop was Flo's V8 Café, so that Melody could get some fuel. "What'll it be, honey?" said a white and light green show car. Melody tried to see what Flo had but couldn't see clearly.

"Are you alright, solder?" asked a green army Jeep. It was then when Melody noticed that she was squinting.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she lied and proceeded to fill-up. After filling-up, Melody asked how much the fuel cost and paid the show car she now knew was Flo.

"Have a nice day," Flo said, "You too," Melody called back, and carefully drove to the tire shop, Luigi's Casa Della Tires.

"Hello," Melody called.

"I will be-a right-a there," called a voice from the back, in an Italian accent. A moment later, a light yellow 1959 Fiat 500 drove out. "Hello, what would-a you like?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm in a tire shop, talking to a Fiat, what do you think?" Melody said, and apparently the Fiat got the joke, because he started to laugh, and in turn Melody laughed to. After recovering, Melody told Luigi, "Just get me the best set of black-walls you got," she said and Luigi shook his hood.

"No, no, no, you don't know what-a you want, Luigi know what-a you want," he said and drove over to a covered display and blue Isetta forklift. "Black-wall tires, they blend-a into the pavement. But these, white-wall tires, they say 'Look at me, here I am, love me'," he said, in a very… expressive, manner.

'Oh great, white-walls, they're something new, and something I won't wear' Melody thought.

"Well, it's defiantly tempting, but growing up where I come from, you don't wear white-walls, and that sticks with you," Melody said remembering her only friend. "

You will-a regret it," Luigi said, trying to get Melody to try white-walls.

"Well, alright, you're the expert," Melody said, giving in.

"Guido," Luigi said and pressed the button to raise the lift that Melody was on.

"Pit stop," Guido said with a stronger accent. In about ten seconds, Melody was all set and in front of the mirror.

"So, what do-a you think?" Luigi asked.

"I hate to say this, but, I love them," she said, and started laughing, in turn, Luigi laughed. After that, Melody paid for the tires and left. Looking around, Melody decided to go look at the view of the famous Willie's Butte. "Wow," Melody said to herself.

"It's beautiful, huh," asked a car from behind.

"Ahh!" is the only thing Melody said before she quickly drove away.

A few seconds later, Melody looked in her rearview mirror, the racecar was following her. "Maybe if I-," Melody said and accelerated into the turn of the Willie's Butte track, 'Alright, strait-away coming up, then turn right to go left,' Melody thought.

"No, wait!" the racecar shouted, but Melody didn't pay any attention to him. She pulled off that turn as if she had been doing it her whole life. After the turn, Melody came to an expert stop in front of an impressed racecar.

"How, what, wow," he stuttered, making Melody laugh. 'Oh great, I'm wearing my glasses,' Melody thought, and tried to drive off, but was stopped by the racecar.

"Wait, why are you trying to get away?" he asked. Melody took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and turned to face him. But instead of hearing a gasp, Melody didn't hear anything, silence. "I-," the racecar tried to say something, but he was cut off by Melody.

"I know, I know, what kind of big-shot singer needs glasses," she said, closing her eyes again.

"That's not what I was going to say. What I was saying was 'I had no clue you raced,'" the racecar said in an amazed tone.

"Well, I don't really. But, I used to with my friend," she said remembering the very few years when she was able to actually be a kid.

That night was the start of Karaoke Week in town, and everyone wanted to hear Melody sing. "Come on, there have to be some volunteers," said Sally. "No volunteers, huh? Well, you know what that means," she said, at that moment, a spot-light started scanning the group of cars, and stopped when it came to Melody. "Thank-you for volunteering, Melody," Sally said, Melody took a deep breath before driving onto the stage.

"What would you like to sing, honey," Flo asked, Melody thought for a moment.

"Could I get Escape from the City?" she said, and began to sing.