The First Cars Musical Chapter 1, a cars fanfic

And now, I proudly present to you the first Cars Musical! *hears clapping* Thank you, thank you. Now, if you all would just sit back and enjoy the show, we will begin shortly.

One morning, Fillmore and Foxy were hanging out under the tree in his yard. Well, Foxy was in it. She had managed to climb onto a comfortable branch, and was now resting on it, gazing out at the surrounding area. Fillmore glanced up at her contented sigh, and chuckled. He turned his radio on, and began swaying with the music.

"Ow, she's a brick, house. She's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out. She's a brick, house. That lady's stacked, and that's a fact, ain't holdin' nothin' back. Ow, she's a brick, house. Well we're together, everybody knows, and this is how the story goes. She knows she's got everything a woman needs to get a man, yeah yeah. How can she lose, the good stuff she use. 36-24-36, ow, what a winnin' hand! Oh she's a brick, house. She's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out. 'Cause she's a brick, house. That lady's stacked, and that's a fact, this is how the story goes. 'Cause she's a brick, house! Yeah, she's the one, the only one. Built like an Amazon, yeah, yeah. The clothes she wears, her sexy ways, make an old man wish for younger days, yeah yeah! She knows she's built, and knows how to please. Sure 'nuff to knock a strong man to his knees! Yo she's a brick, house! Yeah she's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out. Ohhoh, brick, house! Yeah she's the one, the only one. Built like an Amazon, yeah. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it da-da-da! Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it! Oh a brick, house! Yeah she's mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out! Oh, a brick, house! Yeah, she's the one, the only one. Built like an Amazon, yeah. Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now! Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now! Shake it down, shake it down now. Shake it down, shake it down now! Shake it down, shake it down now! Shake it down, shake it! Oh, a brick, house!"

When the song ended, Foxy blushed. "Knock it off." She replied with a half-whimper, half-giggle.

Fillmore chuckled, and the two gazed at each other fondly.

Later that morning, Foxy was wandering down the main street, looking for something interesting to do, when she heard someone singing. She looked around in confusion, and noticed that it was coming from... "Ramone's? Hmmm..." Foxy crept closer to the door, and saw Ramone, his back to her, singing along to the radio.

"All, my friends, know the low rider. The low rider is a little higher."

He was cleaning the shop, nodding his hood to the beat of the music and moving up and down on his hydraulics.

"Low rider drives a little slower. Low rider is a real go-er. Hey!"

Foxy leaned up against one of the columns outside the entrance to watch him, a playful smile on her face.

"Low rider knows every street, yeah. Low rider is the one to meet, yeah."

He continued cleaning, working near the lift and paint booths.

"Low rider don't use no gas now. Low rider don't drive too fast."

Foxy continued watching, unbeknownst to him.

"Take a little trip, take a little trip. Take a little trip and see. Take a little trip, take a little trip. Take a little trip with me."

As the song ended, Ramone finished up with the shop, only to turn around at Foxy's quiet laugh. "'Sup, L-Z?" This was his playful nickname for her, and her grin grew wider.

"Not too much. Just listening to two insane cars just randomly start singing."

Ramone chuckled, then asked who the other car was.

"Fillmore." She replied with an exasperated sigh.

"Shoulda seen it comin', dude."

"Yeah, I guess so. You know where Lightning is?"

"Haven't seen 'im, L-Z."

She sighed, then raised a hand to him before leaving.

"See ya later, man." His voice drifted back to her, and she smiled.

As if on cue, she heard a heavily rumbling engine behind her. She turned around, only to find the very car she was looking for.

"Hey, Foxy. You ready to go?"

"Go where?"

"Uhh, hello? It's Friday, and our next race is in Texas...?"

"Oh! Right!"

"Come on, let's go." The two headed for their separate trailers, and the crew plus the racer were soon on their way.

Mater, to keep himself entertained was fiddling with his radio to try to find something interesting. He stopped when he heard the opening sound to Alabama's 'If You're Gonna Play In Texas'.

"If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot, but not for 'Louisiana Man'. So rosin up that bow for 'Faded Love' and let's all dance. If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band. I remember down in Houston, we were puttin' on a show, when a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled, 'Cotton Eyed Joe'! He said 'We love what you're doin', boy's don't get us wrong. There's just somethin' missin' in your song.' If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot, but not for 'Louisiana Man'. So rosin up that bow for 'Faded Love' and let's all dance. If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band."

Mater had began singing to himself, his tow hook swinging from side to side with the melody. It was lucky he was in the back of the group, otherwise he might've caught one of the others with his hook.

"So we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight. Them Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case. You say ya'll wanna two-step, ya say ya wanna do-si-do. Well here's a fiddlin' song before we go. If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band. That lead guitar is hot, but not for 'Louisiana Man'. So rosin up that bow for 'Faded Love' and let's all dance. If you're gonna play in Texas, you've gotta have a fiddle in the band."

Now he was swaying from side to side, and his voice was carrying. Lightning could hear him across Mack's intercom, and rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Oh, brother."

Mater, it seemed, was having a grand old time with his newly-discovered source of entertainment, and Foxy was beginning to hear him. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Three..."

Somehow, the group didn't get bored with Mater's 'energetic' sing-along, and it actually seemed to move the group along faster. They reached the hotel much earlier then expected. The group turned in early that night, and were on the road again the next morning.

This time, Mack was the one leading the group in song. He had seemingly forgotten that the others were behind him as he tuned his radio to the older country station as well.

"East bound and down, loaded up an' truckin'. A-we gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there, I'm East bound, just watch ol' Bandit run. Keep your foot hard on the pedal, son never mind them brakes. Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make. The boys are thirsty in Atlanta, and there's beer in Texarkana, so we'll bring it back, no matter what it takes! East bound and down, loaded up an' truckin'. A-We gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there! I'm East bound just watch ol' Bandit run!"

Foxy could hear him singing as Fillmore dropped back a little, and sighed. "What is this, a frickin' musical?" She rolled over in the beanbag chair, and pulled the blanket over her head so she wouldn't hear any more. The group just kept motoring along, oblivious to her distaste. (A/N: Yes, Foxy, it is.)

"East bound and down, loaded up an' truckin'. A-We gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there, I'm East bound just watch ol' Bandit run! Ol' Smokey's got them ears on, he's hot on your trail, an' he ain't gonna rest 'till you're in jail. So you've gotta dodge him, you've gotta duck 'im, you've gotta keep that diesel truckin'. Just put that hammer down an' give it hell! East bound and down, loaded up an' truckin'. A-We gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there, I'm East bound just watch ol' Bandit run!"

Foxy could still hear the song, and groaned as she tried to not get a headache. Mack was a very LOUD singer, and Foxy supposed that it was because he was a semi. Bigger car, bigger voice. Finally, she gave up and lifted the blanket off her head. It was getting way too hot underneath. When she did, she was thankful to hear the singing stop. "Ohthankgod." She replied in one breath, adding a sigh on the end.

They reached the next hotel around nightfall, and Foxy ducked inside Fillmore's room. The two fell asleep cuddled up next to one another, as usual, and didn't wake up until nine the next morning. They got their morning coffee, then Fillmore radioed her that they were almost to the track. "Really? Awesome!" When he shut the radio off, Foxy sighed with relief. "Now maybe everyone will stop singing." She grumbled, flopping into her beanbag chair to read and drink coffee.

They reached the track with plenty of time to spare, and Lightning went out for some practice laps.

Nobody was singing, and everybody was busy with something. Foxy was deciding to give her ears ear tufts or not, or just make her ears fluffier. Fillmore was making sure the fuel was plentiful, and helping Foxy decide.

"Maybe a little bit more furry, but not too furry, 'cause if it's too furry it might look like your hair, man."

"Yeah, good thinking." Foxy replied, and set to make her ears look a bit more furry. "What about the tail...Hmmm..." She mumbled to herself, then shrugged and planned the same thing for it.

Finally, the opening ceremonies were finished, and Foxy was sitting where she normally did, on the crew chief's right side. Lightning was starting out in the middle of the pack, because that was where he had placed during qualifying.

"Not a bad spot. Could've been better, but could've been worse." Doc had told him.

The green flag dropped, and the racers sped past the start/finish line, the two rows quickly getting disorganized. "They're going three wide into the first turn! Oh, Junior was cut off by that rookie for Leak-Less Racing! He sure is gutsy for a rookie, Bob."

"You said it, Darrel. He isn't playing around today. Whether it's because he's afraid of getting caught up in the pack, or because he wants to prove something to the other racers, he's taken the lead!"

"Oh, would ya look at that! Stolen by Junior! He won't leave that rookie alone today, Bob!"

"It doesn't look like it, Darrel, but let's see what happens as the race goes on."

Down in the pits, Foxy was watching the rookie intently. He didn't seem to be too comfortable in a pack. Lightning was in front of him, and Foxy was watching him as well.

As the night grew darker, Foxy could tell that something wasn't right. All the other cars were trying to avoid the rookie, number 53.

What happened next shocked everyone.

One of the cars in front of the rookie wanted to pass, and his back bumper just clipped the guy. Startled, the he looked frantically for an escape. He dove for the hole that had been made-which another car was going for at the exact same time. The two collided with a screeching of metal, and soon, others were crashing into them, loud bangs thundering across the track. The spectators and Foxy gasped as the smoke from their tires filled the racetrack, making it hard to see.

The flagger waved the yellow flag, but it was too late.

He wasn't able to be seen because of the smoke, and one after another, more cars plowed through the smoke, crashing into the pile with ringing bangs and loud screeches.

The only ones who were able to avoid it were Lightning, Junior, and another rookie, one racing for Apple. He was a more seasoned rookie then the one who had caused the pileup, and knew to slow down and swerve around the mayhem.

Back in the pits, Foxy's eyes were wide with horror, staring out at the crash.

Cars had flipped onto their roofs, hoods, or had rolled multiple times and ended up on their wheels in the grass. Still others had spun out in a circle and gone into the wall. The rookie, the poor rookie wasn't moving, and his eyes were blocked by another racer, halfway on his hood.

Foxy shook her head repeatedly, all the while backing up. When she was clear of the others, she raced for Lightning's trailer, her eyes beginning to well up with frightened tears.

Never had she thought a crash this big would have happened. Finding his trailer locked up tight, she stupidly realized that she didn't know the pass-code to open it. She instead chose to dart to her trailer, where she punched in her code and was let inside. There, in the safety of her beanbag chair, she curled up under the blanket and wept, the horrific images of cars leaking oil, flipped upside down, and severely mangled flashing across the inside of her eyelids like some gruesome murder movie. She didn't know how long she lay there, only that she began wishing that Lightning was all right.

A while later, she was just beginning to calm down when a thumping at the door made her jump and shriek in surprise.

"Foxy, are you all right?"

The voice sounded worried, and she wiped her tears away before replying, "I'm all right."

"Were you in there the entire race?"

"N-No. Just after the crash." She heard her voice shake, and bit her lip. Would they notice?

There was a pause, then she was able to hear whispering. She wasn't able to catch what was being said, but was sure that there was at least two voices. "Foxy, that crash-"

"I don't want to talk about it." She replied quickly, and heard more whispering.

"All right, well did you want to come to the afterparty? I won."

Foxy sat back in her beanbag chair, surprised. She was talking to Lightning.

Sensing her hesitation, he asked if he could come in.

"Sure."

The ramp lowered, and he rolled in. He nudged her gently, seeing her expression. "You all right?" He asked quietly, and she looked down. He sighed, and pulled her closer to his fender in a tight hug. "Foxy, listen. Nobody knew that was going to happen, not even me. I don't even think the rookie knew what was happenin-"

"Lightning, h-he wasn't moving!" She whispered before pressing her face into his fender, whimpering.

"I know he wasn't. I went to see if he was all right and he just got shaken up a little. Nothing too bad. Everyone else is getting checked out right now." His voice was quiet, and Foxy had never heard it this low before.

"H-How'd they let you in to see him?"

"His pit is next to ours. If you would've stayed, you would have noticed how upset all the forklifts got over there."

She whimpered and shook her head for an answer, and Lightning hugged her more tightly. "I know, you panicked and ran. I would've done the same thing if I were you."

"B-But the ones who were upside down, and on the grass, and smashed into the wall..." She couldn't continue, and her eyes started welling up with tears again.

"The last I heard, the only one seriously injured was Rodney Hammerstein. He got pretty dented, and hit the wall front first. He's the one they're really worried about at the moment." He replied, picking her up and cradling her with a tire against his fender, at the same time rolling backwards down the ramp and closing it. He took her back to his trailer, hiding her below his fender, trying to save her some dignity. He set her down in his bed, where she crawled under the covers instantly after taking her shoes off. "Get some sleep. It's late, and I'll be back soon. I've got to go give that stupid talk-thing." He replied in a low voice before nuzzling her gently. He turned on the neons and the moon roof, and shut the ramp, leaving her alone.

For a while, she just watched the neon lightning bolts change color, thinking over what she had seen. Then, she looked up and took notice of all the stars that also changed color. She rolled onto her back and watched the colors circulate from green to yellow to blue and back again.

When she heard the ramp lowering, she looked towards it, only to see Lightning rolling in, covered in confetti. He shook it off before he rolled too far inside, and looked at Foxy.

"Feeling better?"

"A little bit."

Lightning drove over to the bed and climbed onto it, nudging his way under the blanket with her. He groped around until he found her, and pulled her close to his side.

She snuggled against him eagerly, and curled up against his fender.

"I'm starin' out into the night, tryin' to hide the pain. I'm goin' to the place where love, and feelin' good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain ya feel's a different kinda pain. Well I'm goin' home. Back to the place where I belong. And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not runnin' from, no I think you've got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home. Well I'm going home. The miles are getting longer it seems, the closer I get to you. I've not always been the best man or friend for you, but your love remains true, and I don't know why. You always seem to give me another try. So I'm going home, back to the place where I belong. And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from, no I think you've got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me, but these places and these faces are getting old. Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, and then some ya don't want. Be careful what you wish for, 'cause ya just might get it all, yeah. Ohh, well I'm goin' home, back to the place where I belong, and where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not runnin' from, no I think ya got me all wrong, and I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. I said these places and these faces are gettin' old, so I'm going home. I'm going home."

As Lightning finished the low song, he turned to Foxy to find her curled up, sleeping quietly. He smiled and pulled her closer before settling down onto the mattress and drifting off to sleep himself.

Meanwhile, outside his trailer, the others were in high spirits because of the win.

"Dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de- dada, dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum-de-de- dadadada."

Sheriff and Doc started singing 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy' because the country station they were both tuned in to was playing it.

"Well I walk into the room, passin' out hundred dollar bills, and it kills, and it thrills, like the horns on my Silverado grille. And I buy the bar a double round of Crown, and everybody's gettin' down, an' this town ain't ever gonna be the same! 'Cause I saddle up my horse, and I ride into the city, I make a lot of noise 'cause the girls they are so pretty. Ridin' up an' down Broadway on my old stud Leroy, an' the girls say, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' Everybody says, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' Well I don't give a dang about nothin', I'm singin' an' bling-blingin' while the girls are drinkin'. Long necks down! An' I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy or my Chevrolet for your Escalade, or your freak parade. I'm the only John Wayne left in this town! And I saddle up my horse, an' I ride into the city. I make a lot of noise 'cause the girls they are so pretty. Ridin' up an' down Broadway, on my old stud Leroy, an' the girls say, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' Everybody says, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!'"

The others laughed as they listened to the two, wondering how the town's Doctor and Sheriff could have ever found this song.

"I'm a thoroughbred, that's what she said, in the back of my truck bed, as I was gettin' buzzed, on suds, out on some back country road. We were flyin' high, fine as wine, havin' ourselves a Big an' Rich time. An' I was goin', just about as far as she'd let me go."

Sheriff chuckled once he had finished that part, but continued to sing along, in too good of a mood to change the station.

"But her evaluation of my cowboy reputation had me beggin' for salvation all night long! So I took her out giggin' frogs, introduced her to my old bird dog, an' sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of, an' we made love! An' I saddled up my horse an' I ride into the city. I make a lot of noise, 'cause the girls they are so pretty. Ridin' up an' down Broadway, on my old stud Leroy an' the girls say, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' Everybody says, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' What, what? 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!' Everybody says, 'SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY.'"

When the song was done, the duo chuckled and looked up as they reached the hotel they would be staying at. "This looks like the place." Sheriff replied, and the group went to check in.

Foxy and Lightning, meanwhile, were fast asleep.

The majority of the songs are in this one, so that's why it seems to be so long. There's only going to be one other chapter to this one, so it'll come tomorrow. See you guys soon!