"Run!" Boost yelled. The four young, highly modified cars took off down Route 66. It was nearly midnight in Radiator Springs when the gang broke out of impound. They were serving a second sentence for causing mischief. Mater was in charge of watching them this time and the old tow truck had dozed off.
"Man, that was too easy," DJ commented as they wound their way towards Wheel Well.
"Guys, they're after us," Snot Rod said as Sheriff's siren wailed in the distance.
"We gotta hide!" Wingo panicked and scanned the sides of the road for a suitable hiding place. "Over there," he said, spotting a cave in the side of the cliff.
The four took refuge in the cave as far back as they could see to go without their headlights and silently waited. Snot Rod held back a sneeze. Soon, Sheriff and a group of others sped past, missing the boys in the cave. The siren grew fainter and eventually disappeared.
"That was close," an exhausted DJ sighed.
"Yeah, man," Wingo seconded. "We should get outta here."
"No," countered Boost. "Let's stay here for the night. They lost us and will quit looking."
"Good. I'm tired," Snot Rod yawned.
The four cars settled down and were starting to doze when, from somewhere deep in the cave, an odd bluish glow appeared.
"Yo, DJ," Boost scolded. "Turn off your neons."
"It ain't me, man," DJ replied.
"What IS that?" Snot Rod puzzled as they watched the glow brighten.
"I got a bad feelin' about this," Wingo trembled.
The four huddled together as the light continued to brighten, until it engulfed the cars and culminated in a blinding flash. Then it was gone, and along with it, so were Boost, Wingo, DJ and Snot Rod. Vanished...into thin air.