Chapter 1: Welcome to Daytona International Speedway
Daytona International Speedway, home of most prestigious race in all of NASCAR, the Daytona 500.
Through the many years the Daytona 500 has been ran, it has had many famous moments that have shaped NASCAR, with many photo finishes, last lap passes, fights, etc.
But this year, the 59th Running of the Great American Race, was going to be different.
And no, not for the good.
Why you may ask?
Well the answer is quite simple, because Calvin and Hobbes were going to be at the race.
And if you think they were going to cause chaos because they were going to be watching race, you are way off.
Calvin and Hobbes were strolling through the garage area, it was the day of the Daytona 500.
"I still don't get how on earth your Dad got these tickets." Hobbes remarked as the two roamed the garage unsupervised.
"Well, he got them in the mail somehow, and that's all that matters." Calvin said.
"But won't your Parents wonder where you are?" Hobbes asked.
"I made the duplicates, remember? So those two are with Mom and Dad, while we get to roam unsupervised, and can start executing my next get rich quick scheme." Calvin said.
Hobbes groaned, "Don't tell me." Hobbes remarked.
"What? So you don't want to enter the Daytona 500 and get a million bucks? That's all we need!" Calvin said.
"Ya, and the last time I got in on one of your international criminal plots, we got arrested in Vegas." Hobbes said.
"Well first off, this isn't Las Vegas, so we don't need to deal with the police. Second, this is a race track, not a casino, so we won't have any money until we win. Third, nobody will suspect the wiser." Calvin said in self defense.
"But nobody is going to let a six-your old drive a car that goes 200 miles per hour. Plus, we don't even have a car." Hobbes said.
"Well, that's what we are going to do right now, get a car." Calvin said.
"How?" Hobbes asked as he ran to catch up with Calvin. Eventually, Hobbes saw Calvin in front of Kyle Busch's hauler.
"Are you seriously going to steal this?" Hobbes asked.
"Yes, because I can't steal some car from some team that stinks that goes 20 miles per hour, and I want to win." Calvin said as he somehow managed to lower Kyle Busch's backup car to the ground.
"I seriously don't get how people make a living out of going in circles." Hobbes said.
"They turn right at two races per year, so they aren't just 'going left' " Calvin said in defense as he and Hobbes pushed the car into an empty garage space.
"So what do we now?" Hobbes asked.
"Simple, paint it." Calvin said as he handed a spray paint can to Hobbes so they could customize the car.
A little while later, Calvin and Hobbes had changed the car into the Number 85 G.R.O.S.S. Toyota.
"Looks good." Calvin said in approval.
"So don't we need a pit crew or something?" Hobbes said.
"Yeah, I managed to hire some guys I found online that work as a pit crew for races, so they should be here in a few." Calvin said.
Just them, a few people with fire suits that read "TEAM G.R.O.S.S." arrived.
"Are you Calvin?" One man asked.
"Yep! The one and only!" Calvin said.
"Great, I'm Bob, the crew chief for my company, and these people are the crew members." The man said.
"Good, so now you can help me win the Daytona 500." Calvin said.
"Oh yeah, we got a suit for you." Bob said as he handed a fire suit to Calvin, that was much too big for him.
"How are you going to fit in that?" Hobbes asked.
"Simple, you and me both get into it for driver intros so nobody will know the wiser!" Calvin said.
"But what about when the race comes? How will you drive it?" Hobbes asked.
"Simple, you work the gas, and I'll work the steering wheel." Calvin said, looking overly confident.
Hobbes sighed, it was going to be a long day.