Turning the Tuners

Chapter 1 - New Cell Mate

Radiator Springs had been pretty fun, especially after Lightning McQueen brought back Radiator Springs to its glory days again, and since then, it was like every car who came to town was happy to be there. The vibes just felt good, and everyone enjoyed themselves…well, ALMOST everyone. Remember the Tuner Cars? Yeah, they still had to waste their Sundays on pulling Bessie for community service, and because of that, the Sheriff made sure they never left town until they could pay off their fine for speeding.

And wouldn't ya know it, it was a hot and sunny Sunday, and while the rest of Radiator Springs was enjoying themselves, the Tuner Cars were busy pulling the miserable Machinzilla.

"Man, can you believe this? We're pulling a stupid tar layer; I wasn't built for this," Boost growled in frustration.

"You think you got it bad? What about me?" Wingo cut in angrily, "if so much as ONE drop of tar gets on my paint, I'm gonna-!"

But just when Wingo was about to say it, he jinxed it when a bubble who backed up a pipe couldn't hold anymore, and it was big enough to splatter on all four gang members when it burst. The Tuner Cars just sat there for a moment, glaring at nothing in particular as hot tar slid off them and stuck to their paint.

…

"Got anymore jinxes, Wingo?" Snot Rod asked sarcastically.

"I don't know. Do you wanna keep your tongue?" Wingo asked with sarcastic enthusiasm, and Snot Rod hushed himself at that.

But suddenly, the sound of tires screeching and the Sheriff's sirens wailing echoed through the town, making the Tuners wonder if the chase would end up near them since the roads they have to pave over are always closed off. And soon enough, the source of the chase was seen spinning out around a corner and into the Tuners' view.

It was a female Ford Mustang with very slim and sexy body work, and the sunlight glistened against her bright yellow paint, but it soon became apparent that she was the one the Sheriff was chasing when the fear in her silver eyes became quite obvious.

And the Ford Mustang became even more fearful when she struggled to turn, only to do a whole donut before she stopped, and she stomped a front wheel in frustration and immediately sped towards the Tuner Cars.

"Consarnit, get back here, ya speed demon!" the Sheriff called angrily once he finally rounded the corner while huffing heavily since he was old and couldn't keep up as much.

"Ya gotta catch me, old man!" the yellow Mustang mocked as she sped passed the four gang members, quickly catching their attention at how fast she was. And she soon escaped around another corner, making the Sheriff growl as he went after her again.

"Just wait 'till me neice gets here, missy! There'll be no use in runnin' away then!" the Sheriff's voice and sirens echoed off the buildings around them when he soon disappeared around the same corner.

And the whole time, the Tuners could only stand there in shock at how fast that that Ford Mustang was going; they couldn't spot a single added tube for exhausting nitrous, even though they could clearly hear her engine revving loud enough to sound like she might have been.

"Y'know, I actually hope that that old cop catches that Mustang," Boost pointed out with a smirk.

"Why?" DJ questioned.

"Do ya like her?" Snot Rod asked while puckering his lips and batting his eyes.

"No, you ding-dong! Even though I do agree that this one-horse town lacks some good women, I think we could use a speed demon like her. Besides, who wouldn't want a bad-ass Ford Mustang like THAT in their group?" Boost explained, and the other three gang members slowly started to agree with him.

Later that night, once the Tuners pulled Bessie off road and the Sheriff reattached their parking boots, he followed close behind the four of them as they all pathetically and slowly hopped towards the jail yard at the edge of town. But little did the gang know that they would be joined by a surprise guest tonight.

"You're gonna want to make room in there, boys," the Sheriff began with a smirk.

"What are you talkin' about, old patrolman?" Wingo sneered.

"Ooh, look Boost! You're wish came true!" Snot Rod suddenly cheered sarcastically while pointing his free front wheel into the jail, and lo and behold, standing in there with a parking boot on one of her front wheels while glaring up at them was the exact same yellow Ford Mustang the Sheriff was pursuing earlier that day.

And that's when the Tuners realized what the Sheriff meant about making room because they now knew it would definitely be cramped with a fifth car inside.

"Actually, how about I get the chains, and you can sleep out here, lil' lady? I don't trust you around these boys," the Sheriff asked with concern.

"Well, I don't know whether to be offended or thankful…but I'll gladly take that offer," the Mustang gasped, but then she started hopping out of the yard, making room for the Tuners. And the Sheriff soon left, only to quickly return with his little forklift friend Guido, as he held the chains in his appendages.

And soon enough, Guido chained the Mustang's parking boot to the gate after the Sheriff closed it, and she tugged at it a few times to see if she was actually grounded, and it never budged.

"You five get some sleep, ya hear? You'll all be gettin' back to community service, and you…well, we'll see in the mornin'," the Sheriff explained firmly as he pointed at the boys first, and he pointed at the Mustang last. With that, he and Guido drove off to call it a night.

But it was awkwardly silent between the boys and the Mustang for a moment, as she kept glancing between her parking boot at the Tuners, and she soon noticed how they were staring at her.

"What?"

The Tuners looked at each other and then back at the yellow Mustang in wonder.

"Ever used nitrous before?" Boost soon asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Maybe I have. Maybe I haven't. What's it to you?" the Ford Mustang hissed, but then she finally noticed the large splats of mostly dried tar atop the gang members heads, making her stifle a laugh. At first, the Tuners didn't know what she was laughing at, but then they followed her gaze and remembered they forgot to wash the tar off.

"Is that fecal matter on your heads?" the Mustang chuckled.

"No, it's not, lady! It's tar!" Wingo snapped.

"Alright, alright, whatever…they call me 'Queen', by the way," Queen finally admitted with a smile, "and I take it you guys are some convoy looking for trouble?"

"Hey, the only business you gotta know about us are our names," DJ pointed out angrily.

"Really? Well, then let me guess…Boost, Wingo, DJ and…Snot Rod?" Queen asked with a smirk as she guessed their names just by reading their front license plates.

The boys went wide eyed for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm startin' ta think that puttin' our names on our plates wasn't such a good idea, after all," Wingo whispered, and DJ and Snot Rod slowly nodded in agreement, but Boost wasn't amussed.

"Listen here, Princess-."

"Queen," the Mustang corrected.

"Whatever! We don't like back-sassin' cars like you," Boost growled and quickly hopped up to the fence.

"But didn't you say you wanted her in the gang, lover boy?" DJ chuckled darkly, making Wingo and Snot Rod laugh with him. But Boost only stood there and stared at Queen through the fence with an embarrassed expression.

"Aww, you wanted me on your adorable little team? How cute. Maybe I'll consider it when I get outta community service," Queen chuckled while batting her eyes, almost making Boost overheat with even more anger and embarrassment.

"Oh, you'd better take that back, or else I'm gonna set'cha straight when I get outta here," Boost hissed while trying to hide his humiliation.

"Good luck," Queen laughed darkly, "even if ya do get out, you're still wearing a parking boot."

"Yeah…but I'm not the one chained to a fence," Boost protested firmly and grinned evilly, and Queen's eyes went wide and her smile went away when she realized the leader of the Tuners was right.

"So, are you gonna play nice with your cell mates—Princess?" Boost mocked, but Queen only glared back.

"If you mean by 'play', I hope you mean 'try not to kill you'; I got booted, chained up and signed up for community service JUST for speeding, so I'd hate to see what happens ta me for murdering someone. And consider yourself lucky there's a fence between us right now," Queen explained dryly.

"Why?" Boost asked angrily.

"Because things would already be PRETTY messy if there weren't."

"You think I'd lose to a little girl?"

"Damn, Boost! You ain't gonna stoop THAT low, are ya?" Wingo suddenly asked with shock.

"Yeah, man, we don't fight girls," DJ added, "it's just not right, even for us."

Boost was hit with realization as he hopped a couple inches away from the fence, feeling kind of low for threatening a woman like that.

"Alright, listen…we don't need ta be friends…but let's try not ta become enemies, alright?" Boost asked as his eyes darted between the ground and Queen.

And Queen could only smile while cocking an eyebrow at Boost's sudden change of heart, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"I like you already."

Sorry for the short chapter!

But with the negatives aside, I've got some explaining to do! Now, this story takes place right at the end of the first Cars movie, where, if you've watched the extra scenes in the end credits, the Tuner Cars get caught and locked up by the Sheriff and has to do community service to pay for their crimes.

But let me know what you guys think, what you guys request, etc.

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!