Foxy, a Porsche, was pondering what to do for Christmas this year. Should she make a simple Santa hat, or should she go the whole hog and make a reindeer outfit? She sighed, and settled for the Santa hat. She set out the things she thought she'd need, and got to work.
A few hours later, she had finished, and proudly displayed the roofwear when she went outside.
"You made a hat."
"Yeah. Now I can munch on candy canes and look adorable." She replied, and Doc chuckled. Foxy just gave a small smile, and weaseled a candy cane off of Lightning. She parked at his side, licking the peppermint cane.
"Ya look like an overgrown kid, Foxy." Sheriff replied, chuckling.
"I thought I looked like that everyday." She replied, and the others laughed. "Oh! I made a scarf, too! Where is it…" She muttered, placing the candy cane between her teeth to hold it. "Ugh, I'm all schticky!"
The others laughed at her realization, and watched as she tried to rid herself of the offending stickiness. "Give it up, Foxy. It ain't gonna work." Doc replied, chuckling.
She huffed a sigh between her teeth and the candy cane, then got back to looking for her scarf. "Here i ish!" She replied, hoisting a red scarf with white cotton on the ends out from behind a wheel well. She wrapped it over the space between her hood and her windshield, then smiled and got back to her candy cane.
"Now ya look like a candy cane!" Sheriff replied, and she giggled.
"Not necessarily. My scarf has a hat on it, see?" She showed off the one end of her scarf, where she had stitched in the outline of a hat, even going as far to sew in some white fluff at the bottom of it, and a little ball at the tip.
"That's pretty good. Where'd ya learn to sew like that?"
She just shrugged. "I taught myself." She gave him a grin, and got back to licking her candy cane. "Hmm…" She reached up, and tilted her hat down over part of her windshield. "Do I look like a little kid now, Sheriff?"
"Sure do." He replied, chuckling.
She discovered that she was completely covered in melted candy cane stickiness, and the others laughed.
"Who'd have thought, Foxy goes nuts if she gets covered in melted candy cane." Lightning laughed, seeing her nearly go into panic mode.
"Ugh it's so sticky! Get it off!"
"Red?"
The firetruck laughed silently, then sprayed Foxy's hood, washing all the stickiness away. She sighed, and looked up at Red. "Thanks, Red."
He gave her a grin, and nudged her gently.
She tipped her hood upwards, and stuck her tongue out as snowflakes began drifting to the ground. She caught one, and cheered before trying to catch another. Her hood was darting back and forth rapidly, and she would occasionally lunge forwards rapidly, in her quest to catch one.
The others laughed, and she flashed them a quick grin before continuing.
She stretched up as high as she could go, and pattered her tires on the ground impatiently, her tongue out. "WHOO!" She cheered as her efforts paid off, and returned to Flo's.
"Have fun?"
"Yeah, a little bit." She replied, grinning. She waited for about fifteen minutes, then darted out into the thickening snow. "Whoa!" She exclaimed as she slid a little.
"You okay?"
"That was fun!" She called around a laugh. She had managed to find a slick spot on the road, and the others began laughing as they watched her try to get off it. First, she tried sliding her way off. When that didn't work, she tried jumping over it. Finally, she just hopped straight into the center and began trying to step with her tires rapidly, looking like a horse at full gallop.
Doc rolled up behind her, and gave her a push, and that sent her to the edge. She didn't realize it, and continued stepping like a show pony.
Ultimately, this caused her to tumble hoodfirst into a pile of snow that had steadily grown over the past hour. The others laughed, and all that was visible was Foxy's Santa hat, and a bit of her hood.
"Ya all right?" Sheriff chuckled, rolling to Doc's side, where the Hornet was laughing.
A set of green eyes popped out of the snow, and this got the others laughing. "Pfft!" A cloud of snow puffed out into the street, and a bright red tongue began licking away at the snow.
"Don't eat the brown snow, Foxy. Or the black snow." Mater advised, and Lightning burst out laughing.
The snow-Foxy just grinned and continued eating herself out. When her front end was mostly free, she tugged her back half out of the snow, and shook herself like a dog, snow flying everywhere. "That was fun!" She replied, her entire form shivering.
"Such a kid, Foxy." Sheriff muttered, shaking his hood and rolling his eyes.
"Why?"
"You're havin' so much fun, ya don't even realize that you're cold."
"I'm not cold!"
"Yeah ya are."
"Nope. Not cold." She continued denying the fact for several more hours, and finally, Doc chased after her, trying to force her to go inside. She darted through a snowbank, sending snow flying into the air.
"Hey!" Doc exclaimed, dodging the jet of snow that very nearly missed him.
She just continued fleeing, at least until she hit the same patch of ice.
"Foxy, you're cold. Just go inside!" Sheriff called, and still she denied it.
"In. Now." Doc pointed a tire at a free cone, the door already open, and Foxy's hood lowered.
She crept off the ice, taking small steps, then rolled into the cone, the door sliding shut after her.
"That oughta do it." He chuckled to himself, and rolled back over to Flo's, a rear tire slipping on the very same ice patch Foxy seemed to love. "Aagh…"
Lightning started giggling, and quickly placed a tire over his bumper to try and stifle it.
Sheriff chuckled, and Doc gave him an unamused look.
Foxy, meanwhile, had curled up in front of the heater, not even bothering to take her scarf or hat off. She sighed happily, and sank lower into the carpet. A few minutes later, the heater shut off, and Foxy looked at it in distaste. At least she could go outside now.
When she opened the door, she yelped and ducked as a snowball was thrown her way. "Watch it!" She shouted, and heard laughter. However, she couldn't find the car that had thrown it. Lightning and Sally were having their own snowball fight, but they were both too far away to have thrown one. Fillmore was nowhere in sight, and she figured that Sarge wouldn't have tossed a snowball at her. Mater was throwing snowballs for Thunder to chase, and the children were making a snowcar.
She spotted Sheriff, giving her a large grin. She arched an eyelid, and his grin grew wider.
He nodded his hood slightly to the bushes to his right, and she looked back at him, nodding her hood at the bush also. His grin grew even larger, and she smirked.
She rolled out of the cone, and made a snowball. She got her aim lined up, and took the shot.
There was a shout of surprise, and a familiar blue Hornet rolled out from behind the bushes, Foxy's snowball splattered across his hood. "How'd ya know?"
"You're little elf, there." She gestured to Sheriff, and laughed as Doc swiftly sent a snowball in Sheriff's direction.
"Hey! I didn't do anythin'!"
"Really? Then does showing me where he was qualify as doing nothing?" Foxy asked, trying not to laugh.
For a response, Sheriff sent a snowball her way, causing her to throw herself to the side.
"Oh. It. Is. On." She hissed playfully, and whizzed one in his direction. It hit its mark, right in Sheriff's moustache.
Doc started laughing as Sheriff tried to shake the snow out. "Great shot, Foxy."
"You think so? Then you'll be sure to love this."
To his surprise, he too got a snowball lodged in his moustache, courtesy of Foxy. "Hey!"
She laughed, but shut her mouth at once when a snowball hit her hood, directly followed by one splattering across the front of her roof, right above her eyes.
"That's how you do it!" Lightning announced triumphantly, giving Sally a high tire.
Foxy shook the snow off, and narrowed her eyes. "You asked for it!" She began whipping snowballs out like nothing, and began throwing them in every direction.
"Uh-oh." Seemed to be the popular phrase, and the ring of townsfolk around her vanished quickly. Occasionally, there would be a loud yelp as one of the others got hit, but that was it. Everything else was dead silent, due to the falling snow.
Foxy abruptly jumped into the air with a yelp of surprise, and whirled around. Parked there, grinning, was none other then Mack. "Not cool! That was freezing cold!"
"Mack brought down the Ice Queen! Horray!"
Foxy launched a snowball at Mack, and it hit him squarely in the grille.
He rolled a massive snowball, and held it over Foxy. With a grin, he let it fall, and she braced for impact. She was instantly engulfed in snow, and all one could see was the pom-pom on her hat, along with the edges of her scarf. She heard muffled voices somewhere, and began digging her way out, using her tires, and eating the snow as well. She spotted light, and shoved her hood towards it, breaking through a wall of snow. "I'm alive!" She managed to break a hole into the snowball large enough for her to get her hood out, but her windshield got stuck. "Agh! I'm stuck!"
There was laughter, and something grabbed her left front tire. There was a sharp tug, and she popped out into the sunlight. She shook the snow off her frame, fixed her hat, and grinned. "That was fun!"
"Well that was enough fun for one day." Sheriff replied, heading back for the courthouse, snow still stuck to his moustache.
Foxy snickered behind a tire as she noticed, and she nudged Doc with a tire. She nodded her hood at Sheriff, and Doc instantly noticed the frozen rain stuck to Sheriff's grille. He chuckled quietly, and Foxy scooped up a tireful of snow. She managed to mold it to her front bumper, and rolled along behind Sheriff.
She heard quiet snickers, along with stifled laughter, and grinned.
Apparently Sheriff heard it too, because he turned around. "What're ya doin', Foxy?"
"Nothing…" She replied, giving him an innocent grin.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." With that, he turned around and continued heading towards the courthouse.
Foxy followed along behind him, until he turned around again. This time, he noticed the snow on her front bumper. He looked down at his own grille, and brushed at it with a tire. "Hey!"
Foxy started laughing, sinking down onto the road. "You had no idea!" She replied, and he was not amused.
"Oh, get outta here, Foxy!" He replied, storming into the courthouse in a huff.
Foxy laughed, and rolled back to the others. As she did, an idea began to hit her.
"Foxy?"
"Huh? Oh."
"You were thinking again, weren't you?"
"You've got no idea." With that, she began rolling towards Fillmore's dome, shaking the snow off her tires and frame before going inside. She poked her hood out of the dome, and called for one of the others. "Could someone come help me for… about an hour?"
Lightning and Fillmore rolled into the dome, looking utterly confused at what she was planning. "All right, two helpers! Thanks you two. Now, Lightning, come over here, and take this to the other side of my fender. But keep it straight." She handed him the one end of a tape measure, and he got to work.
"How's this?"
"Mmm… a little more."
He moved it about an inch, and she nodded. "What's it say?"
"Five and a half feet, a little more."
"Okay, cool. Thanks." She scribbled it down on a pad of paper. "Now, Fillmore. I need you to measure from about the middle of my roof on the side, straight down."
Fillmore nodded, and did so.
"Measurements?"
"Four and a quarter feet, man."
"Thanks." She replied, putting that down as well. "I'll need both of you for this. Lightning, you hold it at the spot where you were, at my fender. Fillmore, you take the extra, and loop it around my trunk to the exact same spot, on my other fender."
The two nodded, and did just that.
"Okay, what's it say?"
"Twenty-eight feet, just about."
"Okay, thanks." She jotted that down, then got to work cutting out strips of black leather to the measurements.
They watched as she began stitching them together, but Lightning got bored after about half an hour and left.
Fillmore remained behind, and not only since it was his home. He was genuinely curious as to what she was making, his front end tilted as he watched her.
She paid him no mind, as was her usual when she was sewing. She finished with whatever she was making, but started up again on something completely different, using brown fabric instead of the black leather that she had been using before. When she had finished, she sewed whatever the brown things were onto a large strap, made of black fabric. She produced a large box, that made a jangling noise when she moved it. She reached in, and pulled out a jingle bell. Catching Fillmore's eye, she smiled, then began sewing it to the thing she had made out of black leather. She kept reaching into the box, and pulling out jingle bells, then sewing them onto the black thing.
He eventually went to bed, but she stayed up, finishing her project.
Here's one of my stories for Christmas! :D I couldn't resist putting it up a little early, but it's okay because I've got another one for closer to Christmas. ;) Hope you guys like this one! :D