Hello again. Here's an old fanfiction that I resurrected back from the dead, muahaha! Enjoy, Cars fans...

The sirens wailed, the tyres screeched, the engines roared. Lights blared past, the road wound and coiled in different directions like a snake. It was all the same to Boost, DJ, Wingo and Snot Rod.

'Yo, we can't run from these guys forever!' Wingo yelled, narrowly dodging an astonished Mini Cooper. 'They're gaining on us by the second!'

'Stop thinking so negatively, man!' DJ yelled back as he just avoided spinning out of control. 'And anyway, we're not running, we're driving!'

'Just shut up, you two,' Boost shouted. 'If you keep arguing we're never gonna lose them cops!'

'Yeah, and I think you should probably see what's ahead of us too!' Snot Rod screamed, almost hurtling backwards in surprise.

The others looked up and saw that they were right. All four mouths dropped simultaneously. Having about five or six police cars chasing after you at once on the highway was bad enough – but being chased into a one-way road, just to find even more of them waiting for you in the direction you're going, is even worse.

'What are we gonna do?' Wingo said, his eyes desperately darting backwards and forwards between the two groups of police cars. 'There's no way out of here! We're cornered, man!'

Boost was just about to agree, but paused when he glanced around him. Untamed bush, shrubbery and trees hung about limply on either side of the road, blocking any possible way of getting out quickly. Taking it slow would be their only chance of getting through without seriously damaging themselves in the process. But the police would catch them easily if all four of them went through the bush at once, at such a slow pace…

'Guys, listen,' he shouted over the wailing of the sirens, which was still growing louder. 'The only way we're gonna get out safely is to split up! DJ, Wingo – take the left! Snot Rod and me will go to the right.'

'ARE YOU CRAZY?' DJ screamed – but they had no choice in the next ten seconds; already he and Wingo were darting into the bush to the left while Boost and Snot Rod plunged into the right. The perfect plan.

Or was it…?

'What the – where the ruddy hell did they go?' one of the police cars bellowed, blinking in surprise. They all screeched to a halt and clustered in a heap between the two paths the Delinquent Road Hazards had taken. Having ten police cars in one road wasn't so tactful; they had become confused and angry, hardly able to move around or get out.

'Curse them,' an officer muttered, wheeling around so he could face his comrades. 'We've been chasing after these guys for weeks after they got out of the Impound at Radiator Springs. How do they manage to get away?'

'They're a sly bunch,' another said. 'Their leader is always plotting up schemes so they never get caught… or not easily, anyway. What's his name… the violet-y guy with the killing look – the purple neons, you know…?'

'Boost is his name,' said the officer, 'and he's definitely the one we want.'

Boost was the one who his gang members wanted too, afterwards. For you see, splitting up may have saved the delinquents from jail, but it had never saved their safety… or their lives.

Hmmm, hoped you liked that. Reviews please:D