Hello everyone!
This story is basically going to be Cars, the first movie, but humanized. I've been wanting to do this for a long time so I thought I'd take a crack at it finally.
And, if anyone wants me too, once the second movie comes out on dvd, and if enough people like this version, I'll attempt to rewrite that one as well. Although I will admit, Cars 2 seems tricky with the rewriting into humanized thing. There are some scenes in there that are going to be tough.
And hell, even in the first movie there are some tough scenes. So, i'll need some reviewers help! At the end of this chapter I'm going to write what I want some help on. Just some ideas (like how Lightning is going to fall out of his trailer).
Alright, so HERE WE GO
Hope you enjoy!
"Okay. Here we go. Focus. Speed. I. Am speed." A voice began, talking into a dark room.
"One winner. Forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast."
"Breakfast...maybe I should have had a little breakfast. A little breaky could be good for me- No, no, no, no, stay focused. Speed. I'm faster than fast, quicker than quick."
"I am Lightning."
Outside of the darkened room there came three knocks on the door, breaking the man from his thoughts.
"Hey Lightnin', you ready?" The voice called.
The young man, Lightning, pressed a button to his left, causing his trailer door to start opening.
"Oh yeah. Lightning's ready."
He begins to walk towards the opening door. He is wearing a red zip up race jacket. A yellow lightning bolt is covering each sleeve, and the number '95' is on the right shoulder along with a smaller, bluish lightning bolt.
On the left side of the jacket, there is what appears to be different company patches, along with another small bluish lightning bolt. The young man is wearing a necklace with a yellow lightning bolt charm, and a white t-shirt underneath the jacket. He is also wearing black finger-less gloves.
His pants are normal, blue jeans that looked a little worn, and he is wearing what looked like regular black boots.
As the trailer opens more his smirk grows. His short blonde hair seeming to shine perfectly in the appearing sunlight. His black sunglasses reflecting the light.
The minute he finally stepped completely out of the trailer the crowd went wild. All cameras pointed at him, and he appeared on the jumbo screen in the middle of a race track.
For a second he just stared at the crowd, his smirk seeming to grow more. He then removed his sunglasses, through them over to the taller man that knocked on his door, and did a 360-spin, sticking his arms out into what looked like guns.
"Ka-Chow!"
And with that, the ground went wild, and then he was out on the race track with all the other competitors.
McQueen seemed to be somewhat behind, but that wasn't stopping him from getting to the top.
He was swerving through the other racers like it was nothing.
He looked up at the jumbo tron and noticed he was once again, the main attraction. So, he decided to give the crowd a wink, causing all his fans to go crazy.
Chick Hicks, another competitor, number 86 with a green car, seems to be far behind the leaders as well. But that's not stopping him. He bumps number 63 with no trouble at all, in an attempt to make it to first place, but what he doesn't see coming is that number 43, The King, Strip Weathers, passes him. Causing Chick to be in second place.
The King smirks and speeds up, angering Chick, causing him to speed up as well.
Lightning McQueen is behind the two and determined, speeds up as well.
We now pan up to the announcers booth where Darrel Cartrip and Bob Cutless are stationed.
"Welcome back to the Dinoco 400. I'm Bob Cutless here with my good friend Darrel Cartrip. We're midway from what could be a historic day for racing."
"Bob my blood pressures through the roof right now! If this gets anymore excitin' there gonna hafta take me outta the booth!" Darrel cut in, laughing.
"Right you are Darrel. Three men are tied for the season points lead. Heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race, Darrel, will win the season title. And the Piston Cup."
Their screens now show the three head racers tied for the lead.
"Does The King, Strip Weathers, have one more race in it before retirement?"
Darrel cut in "He's been Dinoco's golden boy for years! Can he win that one last Piston Cup?"
The screen shows a man, driving a blue number 43 race car with the word "Dinoco" written on the back sides. On the hood it shows his team's logo. A dark blue dinosaur inside a circle, standing on the words "Dinoco". He's shown standing in front of his company, with his team behind him. Another shot shows him standing in front of a row of Piston Cups, showing how great he is.
"And as always in the second place spot" Bob continued "We find Chick Hicks. He's been chasing that tall his entire career."
A young, black haired man, is seen driving a green number 86 car. Many sponsor logos are seen on the sides of the car. The letters 'htB' are written on the back sides and on the hood. The screen also shows his many loses, resulting in him being in third place.
"He thought this was his year Bob. His chance to finally emerge from The King's shadow. But the last thing he expected was, LIGHTNING McQUEEN!"
The screen is now showing a young, blonde haired man, driving a red number 95 red car.
"You know I don't think anybody expected this. The rookie sensation came into the season unknown. But everyone knows him now."
The screen shows a clip on Lightning, standing in a black room while below that it shows his race car. There is a giant lightning bolt with the number 95 written in red and yellow. The logo written on his hood and on the back sides says "Rusteze Medication Bumper Ointment".
"Will he be the first rookie to win the Piston Cup and land Dinoco?" Darrel asked.
"The Legend" Bob said, the screen showing The King.
"The Runner Up" He continued, the screen showing Chick Hicks.
"And The Rookie." The screen showed Lightning McQueen.
"Three cars. One champion!" The screen showed a Piston Cup exploding and then went back to the three racers.
Back on the race track the The King is in the lead, right behind him is Chick Hicks and a little further behind him is Lightning McQueen.
Chick attempts to pass The King, but he won't allow it, continuing to block his tries.
Lightning speeds up and appears on Chick's right, looking out the window and smirking at the man. The two men fight for who is in front, Chick beating him.
Lightning slows up and attempts to get in front of Chick by going on his left.
He finally gets in front of Chick, speeding up to be behind The King, but Chick speeds up as well, ramming into McQueen's back left side.
Lightning spins out into the grass, falling behind all the other racers.
Chick laughs evilly. He looks back and notices how far behind Lightning is.
"Dinoco is all mine." He stated, ramming his left side into number 56, causing a huge wreck right behind him and The King.
"Ha ha! Get through that McQueen!" He shouted, speeding up.
"Oh, a huge crash, right behind the leaders!" Bob announces as the crowd gasps.
As every car begins to spin out and wreck into each other, McQueen has no choice but to try and figure out a way through the scene.
In the beginning he manages to make it through perfectly, avoiding any damage.
"Wait a second Darrel, McQueen is in the wreckage!" Bob announced.
"There's no way the rookie can make it through!" Darrel stated "Not in one piece that is."
McQueen smirks to himself as he manages to make it through each and every car perfectly. But then he looks directly in front of him and sees a car, flipped over, leaning on top of another car.
His eyes widen and there isn't any way he can figure out to get around it. Instead, he speeds up and gets enough momentum to swiftly launch himself off the flipped over car, as if it were a ramp.
While McQueen soared through the air, everything seemed to go in slow motion. The crowd looked awestruck as they saw him fly past them, two girls in particular sighing as his car's lightning bolt him them.
Suddenly everything became faster as Lightning slammed back into the ground, passing the check point line, a green flag waving.
"Look at that! McQueen made it through!" Darrel shouted, very excited.
"And a spectacular move by Lightning McQueen!"
Lightning had a huge grin on his face as he turned a corner.
"Yeah! Ka-Chow!" He shouted, thrusting his fist into the air.
The crowd went insane with excitement shouting "McQueen" over and over.
A bigger man in the center of the track with the other fans who brought trailers shouted
"Yeah McQueen! KA-CHOW!"
"While everyone else heads into the pits, McQueen stays out, to take the lead!"
In the pits, Chick Hicks is getting his tires changed.
"Haha what do ya think boys? Thing of beauty." Chick said, sounding very proud of himself.
"McQueen made it through!" His crew chief announced.
Chick looked him with an angry, confused expression "What!"
They both looked up at the jumbo screen and saw he wasn't pitting.
"He's not pitting!" His crew chief yelled.
"Come on! You gotta get me back out there! Come on we gotta go!" Chick started yelling, getting impatient with his pit crew.
Bob looked onto the track shocked "McQueen is not going into the pits!"
"Ya know the rookie just fired his crew chief! That's the third one this season!" Darrel exclaimed.
"Well he says he likes working alone Darrel."
The two men looked over the pit area.
"Looks like Chick got caught up in the pits." He announced, a slight smirk on his face.
Darrel nodded "Yeah after a stop like that he's got a lotta ground to make up. Get ready boys we're coming to the restart!"
As the flag went down, all the racers took off past the starting point. The race continued on with Chick fighting to reach first place, Lightning up front, and The King, trying as well, to get to first place.
Lightning made his way over to his pit crew, making his final stop.
"You need tires now! Come on!" One team member yelled, as the group rushed over to begin changing his tires and fuel his car up.
"No, no, no, no! No tires, just gas!" McQueen shouted, taking off as soon as he was completely filled up.
"YOU NEED TIRES YOU IDIOT!" His team member yelled, throwing a tire down angrily.
"Looks like it's all gas and go for McQueen today." Darrel stated as he watched the young man speed out of the pits.
Bob agreed, "That's right. No tires again!"
"Normally I'd say that's a short term gain, long term loss! But it's sure workin' for him! Hey he obviously knows somethin' we don't"
Lightning continued on, he could tell his car seemed to be going slower.
"Come on baby. We have this! Just a little further and I promise I'll get you new tires!" He thought to himself, knowing his tires were worn.
He passed by the check point and saw the white flag being waved, indicating the last lap of the race.
"This is it Darrel, one lap to go and Lightning McQueen has a huge lead."
"Aw he's got it in the bag, call in the dogs and put out the fire, we gonna crown ourselves a new champion" Darrel said, grinning like crazy and hitting Bob's shoulder playfully.
Lightning sped through around the track, the crowd going wild and screaming his name.
"Checkered flag, here I come!" He said, smirking to himself as he was approaching his last turn.
Right as he said his last word, his back left tired popped, causing him to start swerving.
"No!"
"Oh no! McQueen has blown a tire!" Darrel yelled, leaning over the table in front of him, clearly shocked at what he had seen just happen.
"And with only one turn to go!" Bob yelled, just as shocked as his partner, "Can he make it!"
Back in the pits his team was furious as they watched the tiny screens.
"You fool!" One man yelled. Another stormed over to the rack of tires and tipped them over in rage.
On the race track Lightning was devastated at what was happening. He began panicking and didn't know what to do.
"No. This can't be happening! Not now!"
The King and Chick's crew chief both informed the men that McQueen had blown his tire. They both looked over at the giant screen in the center of the track and sped up, going to beat the rookie.
While McQueen was far enough away from the two, with a blown tire it would be a difficult race to win.
As Lightning tried to keep going his other back tire popped!
"Ah!"
"He's lost another tired! The King and Chick are comin' up fast!"
"They're entering turn three."
"Come on!" Lightning said to himself, forcing his foot hard on the gas pedal to make his car move faster.
"I don't believe what I'm watching Bob!" Darrel shouted, now leaving over to the window, preferring to view the scene from the window instead of the television in their studio.
"Lightning McQueen is a hundred feet from his Piston Cup!"
The King and Chick sped up as fast as they could around the turn. Lightning still seemed to be struggling with his car losing the back wheels. He pressed hard on the gas pedal.
"Come on! Come on! We've got this! We can't lose! Not now!" He shouted to himself.
He turned his head slightly and noticed his two rivals getting closer and closer.
"No!" He shouted. He pressed both feet hard on the gas pedals, the car seeming to go a little faster.
"There we go! That's it!"
The King couldn't help but wonder just what was going on in this boy's head. Chick tried passing The King but ended up beside him instead.
Lightning continued to press harder and harder on the gas pedal.
"We're so close! Almost there! Come on!"
"The King and Chick rounding turn four!" Bob announced, pressed up against the glass like Darrel.
The main by the check point held his flag high, a worried look on his face.
"Come on! Don't fail me now!"
The King and Chick we're right beside each other as they got closer and closer to McQueen, trying to beat each other.
Lightning was terrified and he could feel the sweat running down his face through his helmet. He started to bite his lip as he got closer and closer to the finish line. He could feel the two racers behind him, approaching fast.
He heard their engines right on his tail. The King and Chick approached and were right by his side in a heartbeat.
"Down the stretch they come and it's-"
Lightning saw the finish line right before his eyes and finally, when he knew he was close enough, removed both his feet from the pedal, slamming his hands into the steering wheel and cursing to himself quietly as he leaned back in his seat and finally taking a moment to breath.
"It's to close to call!" Bob yelled, a giant grin on his face, "To close to call!"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
Lightning sat in his seat, panting as if he'd been running a marathon. His car had come to a complete stop after passing the finish line and he was now being pulled into the pits.
"I totally won this" He thought to himself, smiling slightly as he heard the crowd cheering.
"The most spectacular, amazing, unbelievable ending in the history of the world!" Bob yelled, as he watched Darrel flail his arms happily yelling "I don't believe it!" over and over.
"And we don't even know who won!"
Back in the pits, Lightning McQueen was sitting on the hood of his car as his pit team replaced his tires. He was leaning back, smirking as he watched the paparazzi taking a million photos of him. He chose to ignore the many screens re-playing the ending of his race.
He looked over when he saw a woman with long blonde hair, grayish blue eyes, wearing light tight blue jeans, a t-shirt that said 'RSN' on the back and was holding a microphone with cameras following her.
He grinned, recognizing the woman immediately.
"We're here live in victory lane awaiting the race's results." She turned to Lightning, who was now sitting up smirking.
"McQueen, that was quite a risking move not taking tires-."
"Tell me about it..." a pit crew member mumbled quietly.
"Are you sorry you didn't have a crew chief?" She asked.
McQueen just chuckled and waving his hand as if to say 'Oh please. It was nothing.'
"Oh Kori. There's a whole lot more to racing, than just winning. I mean, taking the race by a full lap! Where's the entertainment in that? No, no, I wanted to give the folks a little sizzle."
"Sizzle!" His crew member yelled.
"And am I sorry I don't have a crew chief? No. I'm not." He said, giving Kori a serious look. "'Cause I'm a one man show." He ended his sentence with a smirk while looking directly into the camera.
"Oh yeah right" His member said, rolling his eyes as he walked over to the other side of McQueen's car, preparing to work on the next wheel.
"That was a very confident Lightning McQueen, coming to you live..." Her voice drifted away as Lightning began to pay less and less attention to her and more attention to the many cameras pointed at him.
He smirked with his teeth showing at the paparazzi but realized Chuck, or who he believed was Chuck, was in the way.
That's when one camera man said "Hey! Get out of the shot!"
"Yo! Chuck!" McQueen yelled, looking down slightly annoyed.
"Chuck what are you doing? You're blocking the camera! Everyone wants to see the bolt!"
"What!" Chuck yelled, getting extremely annoyed.
Lightning looked down angrily when he noticed his team member standing up to him.
"Now back away!" He yelled, beginning to stand up. As he stood up, he looked at the paparazzi with a huge cocky grin on his face.
"GAH! That's it!" Chuck threw his screw driver onto the ground, "Come on guys!" He called to the other members of the team.
They dropped McQueen's car, causing him to stumble and almost fall over.
"Woah! Woah team!" He called out as he watched his pit crew all start storming away from him.
"Where are you going?"
Chuck turned around and pointed at him angrily.
"We quit Mister One Man Show!" He yelled.
As he turned around McQueen smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, oh, oh, okay leave. Fine." He looked at the paparazzi and started chuckling as he stood up straight.
"How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill a car up with gas?" He asked, causing the crowd around him to laugh loudly.
"Adiós Chuck!" He said, smirking towards the crowd.
"AND MY NAME IS NOT CHUCK!" The main yelled back from inside the crowd.
Lightning rolled his eyes, "Oh whatever." Causing the crowd to once again, laugh loudly.
"Hey Lightning! Yo, McQueen!" A voice called over from his right. Lightning glanced over as the crowd split, revealing Chick Hicks standing with his pit crew around him.
"Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racing out there." He stated, nodding with a cocky look on his face while his pit crew agreed.
"By me!" He yelled excitedly as he began to laugh loudly with his team.
"Welcome to the Chick Era baby!" He said as he winked and bumped fists with his team mate.
"The Piston Cup, it's mine dude, it's mine." His pit crew around him began to agree with all of them saying "Yeah" and glaring over at McQueen.
"Hey fellas, how do ya think I'd look in Dinoco blue? DINOCO BLUE!" He began laughing again as his team mates began to picture just how amazing he'd look.
Lightning just chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes, still smirking.
"In your dreams Thunder."
"Yeah right...Thunder? What's he talkin' about 'Thunder'?" His team mates all gave confused looks towards each other and shrugged all saying "Uh..I don't know boss."
Lightning looked over and began unzipping his race jacket, "Oh you know, cause Thunder always comes after...LIGHTNING!" He yelled, throwing his jacket to the side, and doing another 360 spin revealing two lightning bolt tattoos on his forearms.
"Ka-perwn! Ka-ka-kapow!" As soon as he began the paparazzi went insane. They began gathering all around him, taking as many photos as they could.
Chick stood with his team outside of the crowd, still as confused as before.
"Who here...knew about...'bout the Thunder thing?"
His team shrugged again and all said "I...I didn't!"
Chick watched angrily as the crowd went insane around Lightning and he glared. Then out of no where he smirked and chuckled evilly.
"Uh...boss?" The team mate on his right said.
Lightning continued to give the crowd what they wanted as he spun around, making his arms into the shapes of guns and showing off his lightning bolt tattoos.
Over at the Dinoco tent things were much more calm. The paparazzi had gotten what they wanted and now Tex, Dinoco's leader, The King and The King's wife were walking outside the gate, past some security guards.
"Wooowee, that was one close finish, you sure made Dinoco proud. Thank you King." Tex said, smiling fondly at the man beside him.
"Whatever happens you're a winner to me you old daddy rabbit." His wife said, pushing her elbow lightly into her husband's side and taking his hand.
"Ah you've been good to me all these years, it's the least I can do." He replied, putting his arm around Tex's shoulders playfully.
"Thanks dear. Wouldn't be nothin' without you." He replied smiling happily down at her.
Lightning had finally got off the hood of his car and managed to walk backwards, fighting his way through the paparazzi to get to behind the stage. He was still posing for the cameras when two identical twin girls, that looked a few years younger than him, came up in front of him with huge grins on their faces.
They were wearing red tank tops that had McQueen's number on the front and his name underneath. They also had '95' tattooed on their shoulders. Both were wearing necklaces that had back stage passes attached to them.
"I'm Mia!" The one on the right said, pointing to herself.
"I'm Tia!" The other stated, pointing to herself. Both not being able to contain their excitement.
"We're like your biggest fans!" They both screamed at the same time, glancing at each other quickly before looking back at Lightning.
"Ka-Chow!" They both yelled, grinning as they both lifted their shirts up, flashing McQueen.
Lightning laughed through his grin "I looove being me." He he said quietly as he looked at both girls.
Out of no where two security guards came from behind McQueen and started pushing them away, forcing them to put their shirts back down.
As they were being pulled away they both looked sad and yelled "We love you Lightning!"
Lightning laughed while shaking his head and did an air kiss towards their direction. He began back up and almost turned around when he saw The King approached him.
"Hey man, you are one gusty racer." He said, reaching he hand out for Lightning to take.
Lightning grinned and shook the older man's hand "Hey Mister The King!"
"You've got more talent in one finger, than a lot of these guys have in their whole body."
"Wow really, thank you-"
"But you're stupid." The King said, looking at him with a straight face.
Lightning just raised his eye brow, looking annoyed "Excuse me?"
"This ain't a one man deal kid! You need to wise up, find yourself a good crew chief and a good team. You ain't gonna win unless you got good folks behind ya and you let them do their jobs like they should..."
Lightning was nodding and put a fake smile on his face, pretending to listen. But as soon as he heard 'good team' his mind began to drift off.
"Good team...yeah..." He said, looking away from The King and over towards Dinoco's area.
His mind than began to drift off into a fantasy world. He pictured his car and his uniform being turned from red to blue, losing the many sponsor patches that he had once had.
He was than standing beside Tex, the company's leader, and above him was a sign that said 'The New Face of Dinoco'.
He pictured the sign with "The King" written on it changing to "Lightning McQueen" and a picture of him and his car inside a blue lightning bolt.
He then pictured himself standing in front of a white wall, beside him was a Piston Cup with his name on and him posing while saying "Ka-Chow" and getting his photo taken.
He pictured himself walking down the red carpet, wearing a blue Dinoco uniform, walking with the twins he'd just met, both wearing blue Dinoco outfits as well.
The fantasy changed. His name was in the sky written in iron. It then changed from "Lightning McQueen" into "Lightning Storm".
He drove through the letters of his name in his Dinoco styled car. The setting below looked as though it was straight out of the film "War of the Worlds". There were giant robot aliens zapping innocent victims.
Lightning had a determined look on his face as he smirked, staring down through his windshield at all the robot aliens. He reached over and pressed a button on his car's dashboard. The lightning bolts on the hood of his car started beeping, then missile launchers came out from the bottom sides of the car looking like wings.
He continued soaring through the air, shooting every alien he faced.
The fantasy changed again. He was now with the twins again, placing his hands in wet cement and signing his name, smirking as the paparazzi took photos and the twins giggled excitedly.
Once again, the setting changed. He was now in a tall building with many windows beside the Hollywood sign in California. There were a bunch of guests surrounding him as he stood by the side of his car, still wearing the Dinoco blue uniform.
There was a painting of him behind them of him standing on the hood of his Dinoco car, with a Piston Cup behind him and lightning bolts in the sky.
He smirked as he spun the spinners on his car's wheels, the twins kissing all over his face happily.
"You figure that out, you just gonna be okay." The King said smiling up at McQueen.
Lightning jolted out of his fantasy and put a fake smile on.
"Oh uh...that is spectacular advice! Thank you Mister The King!"
Victory music began playing loudly over the huge stadium and Lightning, once again, lost interest in the older man in front of him. He grinned listening to Bob Cutless speaking over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" He began, talking calmly, "For the first time in Piston Cup history-"
"A rookie has won the Piston Cup." Lightning said, smirking. He grabbed his jacket tightly in his hand and put a determined face on. Running as fast as he could he finally reached the paper curtain back drop, tearing through it, pointing his arm out into a gun.
"YES!" He shouted.
"We have a three way tie!" Bob announced, the crowd going wild, taking pictures of the now stunned McQueen.
He was alone on the victory stage, looking out at all the paparazzi taking photos of him.
"W-what?" He dropped his jacket out of shock as he heard Chick and King walk up behind him.
Confetti was shooting out of the canons behind the three men as more victory music began playing.
Chick came close to Lightning's side, laughing "Oh man, McQueen, that's gotta be embarrassing. But I wouldn't worry about it, because I didn't do it!" He continued laughing as Lightning rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the man in green.
Bob came back on the intercom "Piston Cup Officials have determined that a tie breaker race between the three leaders will be held in California in one week."
As the paparazzi went insane Lightning just stood there, still getting over the shock of the humiliating moment he just dealt with.
"Hey rook" Chick whispered into McQueen's ear, causing the young man to jump slightly, "First one to California gets Dinoco all to himself."
Lightning looked over, his eyes seeming to grow wider as he heard what his enemy said.
"I've got to get there first..."
I'm FINALLY done with this chapter! Holy crap! It took me SO LONG! I didn't think it would be that difficult to rewrite Cars into a humanized setting. It's much easier imaging it in my head than actually typing it all out.
I'm sorry if some parts don't make sense for whatever reason, I re-read over it twice to make sure it didn't have any spelling errors or anything. If anything is wrong just let me know and I'll try to fix it :)
I hope you enjoy, I've planned out how each chapter will end and begin. The next chapter, hopefully, won't be as long. It's going to be McQueen getting lost.
I really need some help with figuring out how exactly Lightning will be falling out of his trailer. If anyone has any ideas just let me know in a review. I'm really stuck on that part.
Again, I hope you enjoyed, let me know what ya think ;)