One morning, as Foxy settled down at Fillmore's side, she cast a look around at the others, who were full of dirt due to a recent mud-filled storm. "All right, here's what we're doing today. Bathtime." She announced, and the others, covered with caked-on mud and dirt turned to look at her as one. "Yep. He's first." She replied, gesturing to Fillmore, who just chuckled. "I'm serious." She replied, and the others sighed. She went to get a bucket, sponge mitt and liquid soap. "Red, could you spare some water?" She asked sweetly, and he nodded, filling the bucket with water until she told him to stop. She slipped on the mitt, dipped it into the soapy water, and began scrubbing the dirt off Fillmore's sides. She hopped onto his roof, then began scrubbing that as well.
When she was finished, she hopped down. "All right, you're done."
He watched her, one eyelid arched playfully, then began shaking the water and soap off, like a dog.
"Fillmore!" She shrieked, but it was too late. She was now covered in soap and water, making the others laugh.
"That's why ya don't give one of us a bath!" Sheriff exclaimed, bursting into laughter again.
"Just for that, you're next!" She exclaimed, and his expression quickly turned into one of panic.
"I gotta do my patrols, Foxy. I-" "
No. Over here. Now." She ordered, snapping her fingers and pointing at the spot beside herself.
He sighed, then rolled over to her, not looking too happy. He parked at her side, as ordered and she dipped the mitt in again, and set it on his hood, making soap suds spread across it.
She scrubbed it furiously, then his sides and roof, leaving his trunk for last. "There, you're done." She told him, putting her hair up in a messy bun and tossing off her sweatshirt. She cast her ears and tail aside, then called for Doc.
He just sighed and rolled towards her, seeing that she wouldn't take no for an answer. She heard snickering as she scrubbed his hood free of dried mud, and grinned wickedly. "He's next." She muttered, and Doc chuckled.
He was completely mud-free in about ten minutes, and Foxy nodded. "See, that's how fast it goes if you don't fight!" She announced, looking directly at Sheriff.
He just chuckled guiltily, and she shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
"Lightning! Where do you think you're going?" She demanded, seeing him trying to slink away.
"Uhh… I'm going to… Uhh.. Uhh… The Butte?" He finally came up with a good answer, giving her a small, toothy smile.
"Nope. Over here."
He tried creeping away, but she snapped at him. "Don't make me come over there! Now, either you come over here, or I'm chasing after you, getting Mack to pin you down, then I'll scrub everything off, not just the mud and dirt. Which is it gonna be?"
He looked back after cringing, which was a mistake.
Her eyes flashed angrily, and her mouth was set in a thin line.
He sighed, his hood drooping, then he rolled about a quarter of the way towards Foxy. "
Over. Here!" She ordered. The others were watching this in amusement, knowing that Lightning hated baths.
He rolled another quarter of the way over to her, then after a slight hesitation, another quarter.
"Lightning! Now!"
He rolled the last quarter at a snail's pace, and finally stopped at her side, looking like a puppy who had been swatted with a newspaper.
She began scrubbing, and when she got to his roof, he began complaining that she was scrubbing too hard. "Suck it up. It'll be over in about ten minutes."
The others were laughing quietly, overhearing her comment.
He pouted throughout the entire thing, and when she declared that he was done, he shook the excess off his frame, then sped off.
"Lightning, you brat! Was that necessary?!" T
he others laughed, and Lightning hid behind Sally. Foxy looked down at herself, finding her clothes completely soaked. "You're lucky my phone's in my back pocket, otherwise you'd have a new dent in your back bumper!" She swept over the group, trying to decide who was making her maddest, other then Lightning. "Sarge! Your turn."
He dipped his hood in a stiff nod, and rolled over without complaint. He parked at her side, and she started in on his hood, moving to his canvas top afterwards.
"You're done. NEXT!" She exclaimed after ten more minutes.
Red rolled forwards, and Foxy smiled. "Thank you, Red." She dipped the mitt in the suds, then began scrubbing the thick coating of mud along his running boards and sides. "Shut it." She advised, and his mouth snapped shut so she could clean his front bumper. "There. Since all I've got is a bucket of soapy water, you'll have to do the rinse cycle yourself." That's exactly what he did, drenching her in the process. "I swear, you guys think I need a bath too…"
Red laughed quietly, then returned to his spot, his paint shining brightly in the sunlight. "Actually, Red, c'mere. I'll need you for the rest of the day." He gave her a grin, then returned to her side. "Who should we pick next?" He nudged her, then pointed with a tire. "Ramone?" He nodded rapidly, and Foxy grinned. "Ramone's the next victim!"
The lowrider chuckled, pulling out and rolling over to her. "Ehh… not too bad. Passed." Ramone grinned, then rolled back over to Flo's. "Now who?" Red pointed to Sally after some debate, and Foxy nodded. "Sally!"
Sally rolled forwards, giving Lightning a sly grin, as he was now left with nobody to hide behind. She parked at Foxy's side, and Foxy began working. "Jeez, how'd you get so muddy?"
"I had to check on Wheel Well."
"Ohhh, that explains a lot. Okay, Red." Red sprayed the suds off, and Sally shook herself dry.
"Thanks, guys." She gave both a smile before rolling back over to Flo's. "See? It's not that bad."
"But I hate baths!" The others laughed at Lightning's exclamation.
"Oh, Lightning? Did I hear you say you loved baths? Then come back, we'll give you another one!"
"OH, NO!" He wailed, speeding for the safety of his cone. Foxy burst into laughter, tossing her head back. Finally, a few minutes later, hiccupping with laughter, she looked to Red. "Now who?" He gestured to Luigi and Guido, and she nodded. "Luigi, Guido!"
The two looked surprised, and both rolled over to her. "Luigi first." She began scrubbing the dirt off, and was done in about seven minutes. Red washed all the suds away, and that was that.
She started in on Guido, and when she got to his roof, she giggled as he began leaning towards her. Red sprayed the suds off once more, and soon two clean tire salescars were parked in front of her. "You two are finished. Hmm… Let's go with… Mariana, Jack, Harry, Sara, and Paul! Line up!"
The children did so, all except for Paul, who decided that since he was the muddiest, he didn't need a bath. "Paul! Now!"
"Aww, come on!"
"Let's go! The longer you take, the longer you'll have to wait!"
"Why can't I wait here?"
"I want you over here in five minutes, otherwise I won't be your best buddy!"
In a flash, he was at the front of the line. "Okay, I'm here." She smiled, then began scrubbing him.
"Good. Thank you for listening. You're finished." She told him five minutes later.
Next was Mariana, and she was finished without incident.
Harry hung back, unsure. "Harry… You're next…"
"But-but-but I don't want a bath!" He exclaimed, and tried to run. Too late.
She had already caught him, pinned him down with one hand, and begun scrubbing.
"No, no! I don't wanna!" He shrieked, squirming and kicking out. Foxy dodged his kicks expertly, never losing her grip on his blower. She continued scrubbing, only pausing to blow a stray chunk of hair out of her face. "Red, you're up."
He sprayed Harry, and Foxy let him go.
He bolted for the safety of the others, then peeked around Brian at her, giving her the puppy-dog eyes. "Now, let's see who's left…. Mater and Thunder!" The two appeared at her side, and she smiled. "Thunder sit and stay. Mater, you're first."
He nodded, and stayed put while she scrubbed what she could without Mater snickering and squirming away. Despite her firm exterior, she was still Foxy as she giggled and half-chased him. Finally, he was finished, and Thunder was next. She squirted dog shampoo into his fur after asking Red to drench him. She began scrubbing with her fingers, and giggled as Thunder's foot began thumping against the ground. Finally, Thunder was sudsed up, and Red sprayed him again. Thunder shook himself off, getting both Red and Foxy. "Thunder!" Foxy laughed, shielding herself with her hands.
He licked her, then trotted back over to the cafe.
"Now, DRH." The group of tuners looked around when she pointed to them, as though trying to find copies of themselves to put in their places. "Come on."
"Us?"
"Yes, you four. Let's go, before the soap disintegrates."
They rolled towards her, Wingo, Boost, and DJ grumbling. Brian parked in front of her without complaint, and she began scrubbing away. "Jeez, you're really muddy." She replied, scrubbing with the now-chocolate brown mitt.
Finally, she had managed to get it off his blower, and he gave her a smile. "Thanks."
"Of course."
Red sprayed him, and he went back to Flo's. Next in line was Wingo, and he had managed to get mud all the way to the top of his spoiler. "Red? Mind giving me a lift?" Red shook his front, then raised her up on his ladder. "Not too high… there. Perfect." She replied, looking down and giving him a smile. She began scrubbing the top of it, and gradually worked her way down.
"Okay, Red. I'm going to need you to bear with me. This could get bad, real fast." She explained, and the others watched in shock as she hung herself upside down from his ladder, her legs over the second last rung. She hung there, upside down. "Okay, now lower me a little."
Red, looking slightly afraid, did so, all the while whimpering quietly with fear.
"Okay, a little lower… I can't quite...reach…" He did, and she grinned. "Perfect! Hold it, right there!" She had hung the bucket on the end of the ladder, and reached up to grab the mitt. From there, she could reach Wingo's last remaining section perfectly, and began scrubbing away.
The others watched in amazement as she finished up without falling. "Okay, now comes the fun part." With that, she reached up, grabbed the last rung, unhooked her legs from the other one, then dropped down in front of Red. "Ta-da!" She exclaimed, and he nudged her. "Yes, I'm okay. The only thing is that now the bucket's stuck up at the top of the ladder…"
He shook his front, and brought the ladder down as far as he could.
She scrambled up his side, grabbed the handle, and got down. "There! Now, onward!" She began scrubbing the rest of Wingo's panels, and deemed him finished a few minutes later. Red hosed him off, and he went back over to Flo's, where the others were discussing the acrobatics display Foxy had put on. "DJ, you're next."
He pulled up to her side, and she began scrubbing his hood. "Watch the CD's." He mumbled, trying to avoid getting the soap she was using in his mouth.
"I will, don't worry." She replied, and moved along the bottom panels at his trunk, scanning them. "They're fine. Red?" Red nodded, and sprayed DJ.
He took off like a shot, wailing about his CD's. Foxy sighed, rolling her eyes. "Okay, Boost. You're next."
He nodded, and she began scrubbing his hood, working gently with the carbon fiber so it wouldn't bend. Next she moved onto his sides, and finally, his back bumper. "There. Not too bad. 'Kay, Red, you're up." Red sprayed Boost off, and he examined himself.
"Not bad, Foxy."
"Thanks." She nodded, and he drove off to join the others. "Now, all that remains is Mack, Lizzie, and Flo. Mack, let's get you cleaned up."
He nodded, and pulled forwards. "Oh, boy." She sighed, seeing how muddy he was. "Keep it shut." She told him, and he nodded. She scrubbed his grille and bumper, then moved onto his sides. "Red, you can grant him the ability to breathe again, if you want." She replied offhandedly, giggling slightly. She knew that he had, because Mack began spluttering. "There. Now, for your hood…"
He picked her up and set her on his hood. "Thanks, Mack." He nodded, and she began scrubbing.
When she was finished, she slid down off it, then walked around to his back. "Nope. Nothing the mud flaps didn't catch." She confirmed, oblivious to his sudden blush as he remembered when Lightning had gotten lost in Radiator Springs. "Okay, all we need is to hose you down, and you're good."
He nodded, and Red did just that. Foxy decided to look over Lizzie to see if she really needed it, which she didn't. "All right, all that leaves is you, Flo."
"You don't need to do me, hon. Ramone I'm sure wouldn't mind at all."
As expected, a grin grew across said lowrider's face, and he rolled to Flo's side. "No problemo, baby." He purred, making Flo laugh.
Foxy shook her head, giggling. "All right, then that's everyone."
"Not too bad, Foxy."
"Thanks. Although I think I need to make sure Lightning can stay clean for more than a few seconds."
"I'm clean! See?! Just please, NO MORE BATHS!"
This is the first part of a long oneshot I have written, I hope you guys like it. :) I wanted to upload one, since I'm kinda... sorta... bored. XD I own the idea, the kids, Thunder, and Foxy. :)
