A/N: So after seeing both 'Planes' and 'Planes: Fire and Rescue' I came up with an idea combining it with the most popular racing movie franchise ever, 'The Fast and The Furious'. I also wanna let you guys know that in this story the Planes, Cars, and Fork-lifts are all humanized.
Plot: In his pursuit to become a racer, Dusty Crophopper finds an unlikely mentor in Dominic Toretto, a former street racer turned hero who is known for taking down notorious criminals, as well as major crime lords.
But when a new enemy rises, Dom is in need of a new team member now that Brian O'Connor is raising a family, and turns to Dusty to help him save his Family and countless lives once more.
So, now that the plot is out of the way, you're probably wondering who the main villain is. You'll see who it is soon, I promise. Without further ado, enjoy.
-Dusty's POV-
I sit there in the parking lot of the garage where my long-time friend, Dottie works and clutch the steering wheel tightly and stared at a small timer on my wrist watch.
"Okay, all I gotta do is do three laps around the building under five minutes. Doesn't seem so bad" I muttered to myself. Oh yeah, I really wanna be a racer, a NASCAR racer, but I found myself without a car until I got one for my birthday from one of my other friends and we modified it together ourselves. I've been training with this car ever since, it was an orange 1995 Toyota Supra Turbo with green tribal tattoos painted on the sides. Chug said he found it in an alley somewhere and it was still in pretty good shape.
"Five, four, three, two, one" I counted down underneath my breath before starting my timer and slammed my foot on the gas and started driving faster than anyone would normally drive their car.
"C'mon, C'mon, gotta beat this record" I kept whispering to myself. By the time I was about to complete my third lap, my left wheel his a slippery spot and I ended up spinning out of control and hit the front of my car in front of a streetlight, slightly denting the bumper.
"Ahh!" I screamed in pain because I hit the brakes too hard in an attempt to stop but all I did was hit my head on the steering wheel the moment the bumper hit the streetlight. I then looked at my watch to see I didn't beat my previous record, there were two seconds above my five minutes.
"Crap!" I shouted slamming my hands on the steering wheel. There was then a small tap on the window, and I saw Dottie still in her work uniform holding a wrench. I rolled the window down and gave an embarrassed chuckle rubbing the back of my head with my left hand, the other still clutching on the steering wheel.
"Hit another oil puddle again?" asked Dottie. I just nodded with my smile fading. I heard her sigh and speak.
"Come on into the garage and we can replace the bumper. And replace the headlight, I saw one of them popped" Dottie said. A broken bumper and a broken headlight, that was just not good for me.
"Alright" I said now driving into Dottie's garage and stopping it in the very middle. I got out the car and got out the seat.
"Funny, you hit your head despite wearing a seat belt. Just goes to show you how reckless you really are, Dusty" Dottie told me. I then went over to the mirror Dottie kept in her locker, which was slightly open, so I just opened it and examined myself.
"I still look pretty good, you can barely even see any bruises" I told her. Dottie then lifted one of the bangs of my auburn hair to reveal a small curved bruise above my eyebrow.
"Well, at least your hair is covering it up" Dottie said before going back to working on the Supra Turbo. I just looked at myself in the mirror. My normal clothing of choice was a long sleeved gray shirt which had an orange vest over it that was slightly zipped up, black skinny jeans, orange Adidas trainers with blue stripes on the sides, and I had black leather finger-less gloves on my hands.
"Dottie, I hear there's a show out in the middle of the Desert outside Los Angeles that focuses on people racing custom cars on the desert landscape. I feel like I should totally go for it" I told her, making a face at myself in the mirror, making some of the freckles on my cheek move upward when I winked at myself.
"Race Wars?" Dottie asked. I turned back to her.
"You've heard of it?" Dottie provided a pretty quick answer.
"Dusty, everyone watches Race Wars on 'Spike' every Sunday" Dottie said as I saw her unscrew the hinges on the bumper and take it to the other end of the room and places it against the wall.
"I bet I could get Propwash Junction some tourists to come in if they saw me race" I told her.
"Dusty, that's not gonna happen for various reasons" she said. Wow, sometimes Dottie really knew how to crush my dreams.
"Why not?" asked with a sad tone.
"Well for one, people can die street racing. Two, it is super hot in the middle of the desert, you're gonna need just more than sunscreen to keep yourself from getting a major sunburn. Third, you are just a small-town farm boy who dusts crops for living, and spends most of his paychecks working on his car than he does paying the rent on his apartment" Dottie scolded. I really just wanted to cry right now. Dottie may have been my friend, but she spends most of her time trying to get me to give up my dream of being a racer.
"But I know I can race, I can do much more, don't you think?" I asked. Dottie then just looked to me and stroked my cheek.
"Dusty, I've known you ever since your mom and dad died, and I really like being your friend, but there are some things I discourage you from doing that could get you hurt. Street racing being one of them" Dottie said. I also forgot, Dottie acted as an overprotective sister for me sometimes. And you heard her right, my parents died when I was five and I've lived on my own ever since. The citizens of Propwash Junction have done their best to try and raise me like I was a second child to them.
"I appreciate the concern, Dottie. But this is something I just feel like I need to do" I said. Before Dottie could even say something, I saw my friend, Chug, who works as a Gas Station manager come in.
"Dusty! They're here! They're here!" he cried out in excitement with a large box in his arms.
"What's here?" Dottie asked. Chug then gently put the box on the workbench and cut it open with a box-cutter he head in his pocket.
"We ordered these online two weeks ago" I said opening the box to reveal two large silver tanks of NOS (Nitrous Oxide Systems) along with tubes and smaller parts in little plastic bags.
"Oh no, I am not installing these death machines in your Toyota, Dusty. Forget it!" Dottie exclaimed. I then just took one out and placed it on the floor.
"Dottie, come on. There's a street race tonight on the old abandoned runway a few miles from here. It's the perfect opportunity to get some practice for 'Race Wars' and to give these NOS tanks a test run" I said looking at the perfect condition on these tanks. I gotta remember to give the guy who sold them to me on eBay some good feedback.
"C'mon Dottie, you've installed Nitrous Oxide in cars before. Make an exception for Dusty here" Chug said taking out the other tank and sitting it down by the first one.
"Please, I'll share some of the money with you if I win" I said with a little begging face. Dottie then just groaned and flipped her hair back.
"Okay, I can get it done in an hour. What time's the race?" she asked.
"About 7:50 in the evening" I told her as I pulled out my iPhone 6 and checked the calendar app for the time and date of the race.
"Well, I guess you'll be getting some NOS in your car before tonight" Dottie said as she took the tanks to the backseat of the car. I knew what she was gonna do, remove the back seats and build a little rack for the tanks and connect the tubes to the engine and add some extra buttons to the dashboard.
"Dusty, this is really happening" Chug said with excitement.
"It's really happening. I'm gonna be a racer" I said in excitement as well.
A/N: There you have it! Chapter one! Little fun fact, Dusty's car is the same car Paul Walker's character had in the first 'Fast and Furious' movie. So anyways, I know Dom didn't make an appearance, but he will soon, maybe chapter 2. More to come until then. Please review, thanks!