Hi, everyone! This here's Vacation! I figured that now would be as good as ever to reveal the story, what with it being so cold and all. :) Hope you guys enjoy it, and I can't wait to see what you guys think of it! :D
It was an everyday morning at Flo's, quiet and uneventful. Foxy was sitting on Lightning's hood, the two of them engaging in a staring match to pass time. Currently, Foxy was winning, but only by a few matches. Lightning was proving to be quite the adversary in a staring contest. At this point in the tournament, Foxy's green eyes were wide open, and she remained completely still.
Lightning was squinting, and forcing his eyes to remain open. He blinked once, and Foxy laughed.
"Ha! I win again!"
"How do you do that?"
"Simple. If you ever notice my expression when I'm staring you down…" She used the same stare she had during the contest, and he blinked as he realized that she was…
"Zoning out? That's how you do it?"
Her eyes regained the glitter they lost whenever she was deep in the recesses of her mind, and she grinned. "A good magician never reveals her tricks."
"You're not a magician. You're just a human who got zapped here a few years ago and made this place her home." He yelped as he got a swift smack on the hood, and Foxy gave him a glare.
"Knock it off you two." Doc called, seeing the warning signs of a fight brewing.
Foxy slid off Lightning's hood with a sigh, then headed back over to sit between Doc and Sheriff.
Sheriff chuckled and ruffled her ears, smiling when she cringed away from his tire.
"C'mon, I just fixed them…" She complained, and scooted closer to Doc. Her hood was quickly thrown over them as he did the exact same thing. "C'moooonnnnnn…" She complained, flopping onto the pavement, her hood still covering her ears.
"Hey! Watch it with that tail of yours, Foxy!" Sheriff yelped in surprise as her tail whipped against his rear right tire.
Giggling sounded from underneath her hood, and her thin form shook with laughter.
"Ya think it's funny, do ya? I'll show ya what's funny." With that, he had pinned her down with a tire, and stripped her shoes from her feet.
"Oh, god! Sheriff, no!" Her thin legs flew up, her toes nearly touching her back, trying to prevent Sheriff from tickling her.
He just wrapped a free tire around one of her legs and pried it down. Using the same tire, he began tickling her foot, listening to her shrieks of laughter.
"Sheriff, no!" She wailed, and she proceeded to try and squirm her way out of his grasp. It soon turned into thrashing, and she managed to get her hands free. She used them to claw frantically at the pavement in front of her, still giggling wildly. The others were laughing the entire time, even Sheriff. When she couldn't pull herself from Sheriff's grasp, she resorted to trying to push his tire off her waist. This too was a failed idea, and she resorted to squirming again. This time, she managed to get her arms out of her sweatshirt, and proceeded to wiggle her way out of her sweatshirt. She thrust it onto Sheriff's hood, and when he raised a tire to take it off, she bolted in a semicircle, snatching her sweatshirt before he could even blink. She attempted to get her sweatshirt over her head, but put her head through one of the arm holes by mistake. "Ohh, crap! I'm stuck!" She began tugging at it, not able to see where she was going.
There was a thunk, a yelp, and the next thing anyone knew, Foxy was lying draped across Sheriff's hood, the squad car's eyes wide with surprise. To add insult to injury, her head popped out of the arm hole, and she blinked in surprise. "Well, this isn't right…" Laughter rang out from all corners of the cafe, and Foxy looked around. "What, what'd I do?" She got no answer, and noticed the familiar blue eyes to her right, only they were much bigger then before. "Sheriff? What's going on?"
"Ya tripped when ya blinded yourself, Foxy." He replied, chuckling to himself.
She had somehow gotten herself 'beached' on his hood, and when she tried to kick her feet to find footing, all she got was air. "That's just pathetic." Lightning replied, and Foxy sent him another glare. "Watch it, you! When I get out of this, I'm-I'm-I'm-!" She uttered an angry snort, and Lightning snickered. "Why I oughta-" She began kicking her feet with more force, and suddenly, they hit something. She used that as leverage, and pushed herself off his hood-facefirst towards the pavement.
Sheriff moved to catch her, but wasn't quick enough. By the time he reacted, she was already going into a somersault. She ended it by colliding with Strip's side, and her feet drooped towards her head, her position crooked and upside down. "Well, this is great and all, but I'd like to get unstuck…"
Strip pulled away, and she flopped onto her back. "Ow." She replied, then sat up, beginning to disentangle herself from her sweatshirt. Once she had finished, she stuck her arms through the sleeves, and got more comfortable, only to have the hood of the sweatshirt flop up over her face. "Wha-hey!" The others laughed, and she sighed miserably. "Ohh, screw it. It's staying like this." She tossed the hood down, and reclined back, stretching her legs out on the pavement.
"When's the last time the two of ya had a whole beach to terrorize?" Sheriff asked.
Foxy's head tilted, her mouth scrunched up, and an eyebrow arched. The tips of her ears curved down to the ground, to the left, the same way her head was tilting. This was her new 'confused face', and Sheriff chuckled when he saw it. "I dunno…" She replied in a high-pitched voice. She had decided that this was one of the easiest ways to annoy Sheriff, and didn't hesitate to use it. He shook his hood and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Sheriff's right. We're overdue for a trip to the beach." Lightning replied.
"We are?" Foxy replied in confusion.
"I've gotta agree with Foxy on this one, kid. It's just fine here."
"Ohh, come on Doc! We haven't been to the beach in forreeverrr!" Lightning complained, sounding very much like a child.
"You want to go to the beach, go right ahead. It ain't too far from here." Doc gestured with a tire in the general direction of the waterfall, and Lightning uttered a soft sigh.
"That's not a beach. A beach has more cars on it, and is a lot more fun, and has lots of shells and umbrellas and waves, and it smells like a beach. That doesn't smell like a beach, it smells like the tractor field." At this point, Foxy began giggling quietly.
Sheriff chuckled, looking over in her direction.
"Come on, can't we even go to the beach in Daytona? Just leave a few days early for the race?" Doc shook his hood, but Lightning continued begging. And begging. And begging.
As the days passed, each one closer to the first race of the season, Doc was getting increasingly irritated with Lightning's constant begging. "Please?" He didn't even have to specify what he wanted anymore, and Doc gave him an intense glare. It didn't last long before he sighed and shook his hood.
"Fine, go."
"All right! Thanks,-"
"You even think about gettin' drunk the night before the race, you're racin' with or without a hangover!" He warned sternly, and Lightning nodded, his hood lowering submissively. "Go on, get packin'. You wanted to leave a few days before the race, didn't ya?"
Lightning nodded once, scooped Foxy up, and sped off, ignoring her complaints and struggling.
"Did I ever say I wanted to go to the beach with you, you insane car?!"
"No. But I'm taking you anyway."
Foxy scoffed, giving him a look that said she thought he was completely insane.
"Chicks love you, and me. There's nothing better then suntanning on a beach with a group of chicks around you." He grinned deviously, and Foxy's eyebrows arched.
"If that's the case, then I'm telling Sally the real reason you want to go to the beach." She sauntered off, but didn't get very far before Lightning pinned her down from behind.
"No! You tell Sally, I'll send you to a lab!"
"Hmmm…. looks like I've got something else to tell Sally too…"
Lightning recoiled away from her instantly, and she stood up. "If you want this vacation to go as you planned, you'd better do three things. Not get drunk, leave me alone if I tell you to, and find a good beachouse."
"Is that all?" He replied with a grin.
"Hey, you don't want me to tell Sally two things, and you wanted to go on vacation, plus, you wanted to drag me along. You'd better be glad that the rules aren't worse." His grin faded, and he nodded before telling her to go pack. She walked out of his cone and over to her trailer, where she grabbed her Rasta bag. She began placing in things that she thought she was going to need. "Swimsuit… brush… I wonder if there's going to be a shower where we're going?... Probably a car wash. Great…" She sighed, and continued muttering a checklist to herself after packing a large-sized bottle of citrus-scented shampoo. She had discovered it in a pet store, and had been thrilled.
A few hours later, she exited the trailer, and blinked in surprise, seeing Luigi, Guido, and Sheriff parked at the edge of the road, bags strapped to their roofs. "You guys are going too?" They nodded, and she grinned. "Yay!" She darted into Lightning's cone, screaming his name repeatedly.
"What? What is it?"
"Luigi, Sheriff, and Guido are gonna come with us, too!"
"They are?!"
"Yeah, that's what I said too! Yay!"
"No, not yay! Now I can't get chicks to swarm me!"
"Seriously, is that all you care about? Doc let you go, you should be happy about that. I let you drag me into this. You should feel grateful that I didn't tell Sally or Doc."
He gave her an irritated look then replied, "You know, sometimes I forget that you're only an adopted sister."
Foxy smirked then retorted, "Yeah, you couldn't get a sister as awesome as me even if you tried."
He instantly recoiled, a disgusted look on his face.
"I win." Foxy replied lightly, walking out of his cone afterwards. He pouted and followed her, his bag in his trunk. "Hold on, I've got to go say goodbye."
"You sound like a five-year-old."
"So?" She stuck her tongue out at Sheriff, who was chuckling, then walked towards the dome. She entered, seeing Fillmore waiting for her. She smiled and gave him a hug. "Okay, my web-chatter has my number in it, so if I call you'll know something's up. Although I have a feeling that you're going to need to get Doc, if anything does happen." At his confused, worried expression, Foxy grinned. "I had a bone to pick with Lightning, so if he does anything, I'm telling Doc." He chuckled and nuzzled her. She gave him a quick kiss, and headed back out to meet the others. "Since you wanted to bring me along, you're carrying me." With that, she hopped onto Lightning's trunk, amid a yelp and laughter.
"Why am I carrying you?!"
"I just told you, if you'd have been listening."
"Get off!"
"Nope."
"Foxy." Sheriff gave her a look, and she just smirked.
"He wanted to drag me along. So he's going to be the one to carry me."
"Why don't I literally drag you?"
"You even think about it, I'll tell Sally. Or Doc. And they won't let you go at all."
"Fine. I'll carry you until we get to the beachouse."
"That'll work. Thanks, Lightning."
With that, the group set off for Florida.
Ohh, there's nothing like sibling arguments during a long car trip. XD Along with the parental threats of turning the car around and leaving both of you at home. *sarcasm* Anyways, I don't own Sheriff, and Doc, and Sarge, and Fillmore, and Lightning, and Luigi, and Guido, and Mater, and Ramone... basically, Lightning's whole pit crew other then Foxy. I own her, Mary, Sue, Thunder, and the idea that they all need a vacation. I also don't own the songs that come up in later chapters. :)