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~The M6. A thoroughfare of England. Where thousands are heading home for the holidays. Among them, our heroes drive home after saving the world from the effects of climate change.~
The camera then shows DM, still wearing that hat from Melted, and Penfold, singing something which was obviously from that episode. The traffic began to slow down, as the mouse agent noticed the driver in a white McLaren P1 directly in front of him. He looked humanoid, with long, flowing greyish hair.
Oh great, thought DM. It's Captain Slow.
At least it wasn't a Peugeot driver.
Meanwhile, in that car, a James May look-alike noticed in his rear-view mirror, the occupants of the Lotus Esprit-like car behind him. "Seriously," he said to himself, "What's a mouse in a cheesy hat and eye-patch doing in a car with a creature of an indeterminate species?"
As for Dawn, who was restrained to the back of the Danger Car, she wasn't having it good either. For she was staring at the nose of a scarlet red LaFerrari. As if that wasn't strange enough, it's driver was a Clarkson look-alike.
"Seriously," said the Clarkson doppelganger to himself. "What is with that trunk ornament? If that's what it's called." A Peugeot then whizzed past him, on the right. "Maniac!" he hollered.
The Peugeot then managed to pass both the Danger Car and the McLaren, befor going off-road on a field, as if it was taking a short-cut.
Penfold looked over to his left. "Chief, I think that car is making a crop circle." He then noticed it's bumper sticker, which read WE WANT HEAD CHEESE.
"What's head cheese?"
~Trust me, Penfold, you don't wanna know.~
At this time, Squawkencluck came on, via a hologram. "Danger Mouse, status report."
"We're on our way." She then noticed the red prancing horse behind the Mark IV. "Careful, the guy behind you looks like he could take you at any moment." And he did, in one fell move, the Clarkson look-alike passed both the Danger Car and the P1. As the thunderous V12 engine roared down the freeway, the driver managed to drive between two semis.
Penfold the covered his ears. "It's like that car has loudspeakers for it's engine. How many cylinders does it have? Twelve?" DM and Squawkencluck then gave him a weird look.
"You need to get off the freeway. Asap."
"On it." And DM pressed the button, as the glass roof came up and the wings sprouted from either side of the car. The Mark IV then took off into the blue sky above.
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