Sheriff had just finished his work for the day and was dozing in his living room. It was peaceful and the rain was falling gently, the perfect background music for sleeping. The phone rang and Sheriff jerked and shook his engine to wake himself.
"Just when I was taking a good nap." He grumbled and drove over to answer the phone. "Sheriff here."
"You need to come here, there's a...package for you."
"Where is "here". I need specifics and what the box contains."
"A baby truck..." the voice sounded confused.
"Parents were in a bad car crash. Totaled both of them. Engines were beyond repair." The voice cracked.
"Give me the location."
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An hour later found Sheriff in Sparkplug county. He drove into the building that had been indicated on the phone. His engine stalled with nervousness as he glanced at the surroundings. An orphanage...he didn't like the ideas of a bunch of young cars having to live there.
He passed a young looking corvette, she looked like she was barely old enough to be driving without an adult car with her. His grill dipped into a frown. On wary tires he found himself into the main office. A male Grey thunderbird was parked behind a desk. Sheriff cleared his throat to get his attention.
"How can I help you? Ohhh I know," the car drove from behind the desk. "You must be here about the young truck. This way."
Sheriff clenched his teeth together to keep from popping the thunderbird's tire. The all business tone of the fella made his oil boil. These were innocent young cars! Not spare parts that could be sold at a whim! They drove into a musty looking room, it seemed like a nursery. Baby car toys littered a corner of the room and books lined a small shelf. Over in another corner, Sheriff heard a soft engine purr.
"There he is."
Sheriff peered into the crate that was indicated. It was a makeshift bed lined with a few old blankets and a baby truck no more than a week old. He felt as if a bucket of cold oil had been dumped on him. An innocent and impossibly tiny tow truck was nestled into the blankets. It was a boy... Sheriff just knew. His light green paint made the gruff squad car smile.
"Are you taking him or shall I add him into the system. We really don't have room to deal with him."
"I'll take him." Sheriff glared at the thunderbird. He didn't like the car that was trying so desperately to rid himself of a helpless infant vehicle. So without second thought Sheriff was taking a baby truck back to Radiator Springs. Enough cars had kids and lived...it couldn't be that hard.