"Are you really fast?"
"Of course. We won't get caught, at least not if the two of you are slow."
"Yeah, right. Me, slow? I think if that happened, I'd be out of a job."
"Oh, shut up and hand them over."
A bundle of firecrackers was passed from tire to hand, and the hand gripped them tightly, the other slowly drawing out a matchbook from a jeans pocket. A pair of beat-up sneakers crept towards an old army bunker, so worn out that they didn't make a sound. The hand holding the matchbook flipped it open, and the one holding the bundle of explosives set the firecrackers down. That same hand pulled out a match, and struck it against the bottom of a sneaker, a small flame appearing instantly. The hands lit the bundled-together strings leading to the firecrackers, then snuffed out the match quickly.
"Go, go, go!" A female voice hissed frantically, and there were two screeches of tires peeling out on the asphalt, then two engines revving wildly. After that, there was an explosive crackling that echoed up and down the main street, scaring the target of the prank and making them burst out of the old army bunker. Their shout echoed up and down the street, waking up any of the others who weren't awoken by the blast.
The sets of tires and one pair of sneakers had booked it down to the local racetrack, trying not to make too much noise, in case they were heard. They heard sirens following them, and the trio decided to split up, two going one way, with the other going the other way. The pair split up even further, the sneakers diving behind a bush, trying not to pant too loudly. They watched as the set of tires they had been following darted behind the rock formation at the racetrack, then dared to peek over the top of the bush.
The owner of the sneakers, Foxy, watched as Sheriff began searching for the culprits who had pulled the prank.
The owner of the set of tires she had been following, Lightning McQueen, got her attention, then mouthed, "Who is it?"
She mouthed back, "Sheriff."
He nodded, then risked a peek around the rock formation. Sheriff was turned away from them, searching behind the bushes on the other side of the track. He decided to make his move, inching as rapidly as possible towards Foxy.
"What are you doing, moron?" She hissed. "He'll find us for sure, then we're royally screwed!"
"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Was his reply, and he got a glare for his efforts.
"Just trust me on this, okay?"
Foxy rolled her eyes, which widened as Lightning began speaking. Loudly. "Foxy, that's not how you play Carhunt. You're supposed to go hide, and wait for me to find you! It's like hide-and-seek, but at nighttime."
Sheriff perked up and whirled around as soon as he heard Lightning, starting towards them.
"I-I-Uhh… Give me a break, I didn't know that the rules were any different. I thought the whole meaning was to try and find the seeker, without them seeing you…" She fumbled at first, but quickly composed herself.
Lightning gave her a wink, and Sheriff poked his front end around the bush.
"So the two of ya are the culprits!" He declared, and the duo looked offended.
"Us? Never! We were playing Carhunt, Sheriff." The two replied in unison.
"Do you wanna play too, Sheriff? It's not too much fun with just two." Foxy added, and Sheriff snorted in disgust.
"Yeah, I know what the two of ya are doin'. It ain't gonna work."
"All right, you caught us, Sheriff. I wanted to watch Lightning bust his bumper at night on the track. Happy?"
He watched the two carefully for a moment, then rolled his eyes. "Don't know why ya couldn't do it during the day." He retorted, and Foxy grinned.
"Because, at night he can't see jack crap. During the day, he can see it just fine. He's just an idiot."
"Hey!"
Foxy laughed, and Sheriff chuckled. "The two of ya are just lucky that Sarge didn't get ya."
"Thanks, Sheriff." Foxy gave him a grateful smile, and he nodded.
"He'll be lookin' fer a fight tomorrow, so watch out."
"I'm not afraid of him. I'm not afraid of anyone around here. Except for the spiders, scorpions, and whatnot." The two cars chuckled, then Lightning pulled out from behind the bush, Foxy coming out afterwards.
"The two of ya better get goin'. It's late."
"Can do, boss." Foxy replied with a large grin, knowing how much he hated it.
He gave her a look that clearly stated, 'Don't push it.'
She grinned, then began walking back up beside Lightning, Sheriff following after the two.
True to what Sheriff had suspected, Sarge rolled into Fillmore's dome early the next morning, and he was not pleased. He grabbed Foxy by the ankle, and roughly dragged her outside. She woke up when the sunlight hit her eyes, and sat up, mumbling something he didn't care about at the moment.
When her vision cleared, she found herself nearly face to bumper with Sarge, and she thought he looked downright pissed. He nearly shoved the remains of the firecrackers up her nose, demanding to know what it was he was holding.
"Hey, lay off. It was just a prank." She grumbled, irritated that he had woken her up to yell at her.
"A prank, huh? Fine then, what if I just so 'happened' to spill your coffee all over you? That qualify as a 'prank'?" He snarled, and she grew angrier.
"Do you want to die? Because only people who want to die dare to screw around with my coffee." She threatened, growling.
"Ohh, you're so frightening, with your big fluffy tail and ears!" He snapped, and she shot up from the ground angrily.
"All right, gigantor, you want to go? Let's freakin' dance." She snarled, getting into a fighting stance.
"What sort of dance? Ballet?" He mocked, getting into a fighting stance also.
"No, not ballet. It's a special dance that I like to call, 'Show You Who's Top Dog'."
"I already know that dance. I majored in that in college." He shot back with a snarl, and Foxy lunged at him. He ducked, and she went sailing over his canvas top, hitting the dirt.
"Ohh, I'm about to open up a can of-"
"No, you aren't. You're going to lose this, and you know it. Honestly, at least come up with some good comebacks." He retorted, and she lunged for him again, this time landing on his roof.
She bit into it, her jaws snapping together. She shook her head from side to side rapidly, her teeth still clenched over a part of the canvas.
He tore off towards Flo's, hoping to dislodge her. It didn't work, and she grinned devilishly around the canvas. She let go long enough to get a few words out. "What's wrong? Champion got your canvas?" She mocked, and he whirled around in a doughnut, throwing her to the ground.
He pounced at her, but she rolled out of the way, and tackled him again with a snarl.
The two began getting into a full-fledged fight, wrestling around on the ground, the others jumping out of the way to avoid being hit. They made their way into the dirt, and soon had a dust cloud kicked up, which obscured the two from the others. There were yelps every now and then, coming from both, and the townsfolk shared uncertain glances, wondering what had happened, but none willing to go break it up.
Red, it seemed, was getting increasingly more anxious as the fight went on. Finally, he couldn't take any more, and blared his horn and siren, startling the two apart. Not for long, however, as the two just lunged at each other again, and began to fight even more than before, this time words joining the battle. While there were mainly curses, there were a few retorts here and there.
"ENOUGH!" Doc bellowed, honking his horn to be heard over the noise the two were making.
They froze and stared at Doc, both their expressions ones of shock, the look made complete by the black eye that was developing on Foxy's face. "Both of you, knock it off! Foxy, go sit over by Red! Both of you, just stay away from one another for once!"
Foxy went over to sit by Red without a word, too shocked to even throw a snarky remark towards Sarge. She kept her bangs covering her face, too embarrassed that she had been yelled at by Doc to do much else.
Red began petting her hair comfortingly, and when he neared her black eye, she leaned away, her eye already beginning to swell shut. He looked down at her in concern, then tried to peek underneath her bangs curiously. She jerked backwards, her bangs flopping down to cover her eye again.
At a hard nudge to her back, she turned around, only to find Max parked there, on his way to visit the others, and just in time to watch the entire scene. "Good going, dum-dum." He muttered, giving her a glare.
She gave him an intense, one-eyed glare, then sighed, giving up, figuring that it would be useless to try and fight. She just flopped forwards, facedown on the pavement, feeling that she was in time-out, like a five year old.
A few hours later, Doc asked if the two were ready to make up.
"I will if he does." Foxy replied n a low tone, watching Sarge out of her left eye, the undamaged one.
"She started it with those firecrackers last night."
"Enough! Since the two of ya can't get along, Sheriff, take 'em both to the impound. A night in there oughta straighten things out."
Sheriff dipped his hood in a nod, then rolled over to collect Foxy. She was already standing up, and had began walking towards the road, leaving him to follow along behind the two of them. He opened the gate, and the two entered, Foxy heading towards the back, wanting to get as far away from Sarge as possible.
As the afternoon dragged on, the two refused to speak to each other, Foxy in the back corner on the left side, Sarge in the back corner on the right, Foxy facing out, towards the distant mountains. Lightning rolled towards her, then tossed something up and over the fence. She caught it, and looked down at it. It was a green apple. She looked up at him blankly, her mind numbed over, her bangs hiding her black eye.
"I thought you'd be hungry."
She stared at him a moment longer, then began slowly sinking her teeth into the apple, forgetting how sour they were. Her eyelid lowered, and she continued munching.
Lightning smiled, then placed a tire against the rusty chainlink. "That's my Foxy."
She snorted in disgust, looking at him with distaste. He just grinned, then headed towards the road once more. As she gazed out at the mountains, she sighed, feeling more depressed than ever. She looked down at the apple, and sighed. She was beginning to not want it anymore, and chucked it as far and as high as she could, watching as it landed in the trees behind the impound. She sighed again, then curled up in the corner, trying to think of a way out. As she looked up at the chainlink, she realized that she might be able to climb it, but then she saw the barbed wire going around it at the top, and quickly abandoned the idea. As she stole glances over at Sarge, however, she saw that his roof was tall enough for her to leap up and over the barbed wire.
First, she'd have to make amends with the beast. She sighed at the thought, and started talking. "Sarge, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the firecracker prank. It honestly was Lightning's idea, not mine."
He snorted, rolled his eyes, but refused to answer verbally.
"I'm serious. You think I know how to pull off a good prank? My idea of a prank is a whoopee cushion or ding dong ditch."
"Elementary, at best." He grunted, and she nodded.
"Yeah, I know, my prank list sucks. What do you expect? It's me. I used to be a goody-goody at school."
"Sure didn't act like it."
"Yeah, and I'm sorry about it."
He lowered his hood in a stiff nod, and Foxy guessed that he accepted her apology. "You wanna get outta here?" She asked.
"Sure. I've got better things to do than sit in here all night." He replied, and she nodded.
"All right, then I'm going to need your help. If you could give me a boost, I could leap over the barbed wire, get around to the front, then unlock the gate for you."
"How do I know that you won't just run off after I let you out?"
"I won't."
"How do I know you won't?" He asked, rolling towards her, and leaning forwards, looking down at her threateningly.
"You don't! You don't know that I won't, but you're just gonna have to trust me!" She exclaimed frantically, looking up at him submissively out of one eye. He glared at her for a minute more, then was about to speak when they heard a chuckle at the gate.
"That's as close to an apology as they're gonna get, don't ya think, Doc?"
"Sure do. Let 'em out, Sheriff."
"How long have they been there?" Foxy asked, looking over at Sarge. He shrugged, his front tires turning outwards.
Doc chuckled, then replied, "Long enough." The two headed towards the gate, which was rolled open by Sheriff.
"So what started that, anyway?"
"The firecrackers." Foxy replied, looking down at the ground one they had arrived back at Flo's. "Then we got into name-calling, and boasting, then there was the actual fight." She was sitting at Lightning's side, and he was petting her bangs, which were still covering her face.
He got too close to her black eye, and she drew away in pain. He looked over at her, concerned, then lifted her bangs up. He spotted it, and let her bangs fall in shock. "Foxy, how'd that happen?"
"What?"
"This!" He pulled her bangs up again, and the others gasped.
"Oh, you know, I just got into a fight with a living car. That has tires that are bigger then my eye." She glanced over at Sarge with her good eye, and the others turned to look at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, he got me dead on, too. I could feel it." She replied, and Lightning gave her a disgusted look.
"What?"
"You just got punched in the eye, and you're acting like you're visiting the Queen. Why do you not care?!"
"It's an eye. Big deal. I've got another one. Besides, it shows that I'm not one to mess with."
"Honestly, you can freak out over a tiny spider, but when you get a black eye, you act like it's nothing. HOW?!"
"I just… don't…" She replied, shrugging, unsure why he was so obsessed over it. "I used to get black eyes all the time when I fought. It was never a big deal then, and it sure as heck ain't now."
"You fought?"
"Yeah, my mom didn't care. I figured that if she didn't, then neither should I."
"Foxy… you're not supposed to get in fights…" Lightning groaned, sighing afterwards.
"Why not? Nobody ever cared if I lost or won back then."
"What happened to the 'nice' Foxy?"
"She left when you offered her a beer, I think…"
"You are the world's biggest pain!"
"Yeah, yeah. Just because I'm the sister and I could whip you without trying, that automatically makes me the pain in the bumper."
"You could so not whip me without trying! If anything, I'll give you a black eye to match the one you've got! Then you'll be one of those raccoons!"
"So I go from a pirate to a raccoon. Lovely." She replied with a roll of her eye.
Lightning cuffed her on the head with a tire, and she growled playfully. He picked her up, then proceed to squash her just enough in a hug that she started complaining.
"All right, now you two knock it off, otherwise, Foxy's goin' in the impound, and stayin' there."
Lightning dropped Foxy to the ground, and she scoffed, looking up at him.
"Dude?!" She exclaimed, giving him a 'WTF?' look.
"What? I put you down."
"No, you dropped me on my face!" She exclaimed, then got up without another word and stalked off towards the Butte. Once there, she began taking her anger out on a bush, throwing all sorts of kicks at it, curses flowing out of her mouth like a waterfall.
Here's the new story! :) As you can tell from the first chapter, Foxy's language really increases in this one. If you can't handle tuff like that, I wouldn't recommend reading this story, since it isn't going to be a happy one except for the ending. I'm really trying to test my limits, see what I can do with this one, so keep reviewing, and if you don't normally review, I can only beg you to review, that way I really know if you guys like this story. Thanks for reading, and I hope you guys can't wait for the next chapter!
