The gang was still pondering what colors to paint the dune buggy.

"Golly...this is harder than I thought." said Tinker.

"You can say that again." Stanley remarked.

"Yeah." Debbie said. "There's a lot of colours for us to choose from."

"Maybe we could try some blue and green?" suggested Stanley.

"Why?" asked Henry. "Because they're your favorite colors?"

"No!" Stanley folded his arms, but knew when he was beat. "Yes..."

"Other than those two, what else?" Mark asked.

"How's about something that can give us a real racing feel?" suggested Debbie. "Like a checkerboard?"

"I don't know Debbie..." said Tinker. "It doesn't sound right if a dune buggy has a checkerboard pattern on it."

"How about racing stripes?" suggested Henry.

"As awesome as that sounds Henry, we don't have a lot of room on the sides of the car to paint stripes." Mark pointed out.

"Good point." Henry nodded thoughtfully.

"How about yellow and orange?" suggested Stanley. "It seems like they could really blend in."

"Hey that's not a bad idea, Stanley." said Debbie. "I do see a few faded marks of orange on it."

Henry, Mark and Tinker all shared a look with each other.

"Fine by me." Henry nodded.

The gang then started to paint the car, and in just an hour or so, they were finally done.

"Looks as good as new, gang." Tinker said as they examined the buggy.

"Yeah." said Henry. "We are sure to win the race next week."

"A great job if I may say so myself." Debbie added.

"Good." said Mark. "We'll do a practice run tomorrow at the racetrack."

Just then, Stanley then saw a tiny, green box on the desk.

"Hey! What's this?" he wondered as he picked up the box and started shaking it.

"Never seen it before." Tinker remarked as they walked over to closely examine the box.

Stanley opened up the box and saw that there was some kind of microchip inside of it.

"Jeepers, what's that?" asked Debbie.

"I think it's some kind of microchip, Debbie." said Henry.

"Golly!" said Tinker. "How on Earth did it end up here?"

"I don't know." Stanley shrugged.

"Maybe somebody left it to me as a Christmas present." Tinker assumed.

"Don't be ridiculous, Tinker." said Debbie. "It's the middle of August."

"Maybe it's for the car?" Stanley guessed.

"Don't be ridiculous, Stanley." said Henry. "Why would a car need a chip?"

"Maybe it's a tasty snack?" Stanley chuckled.

Henry simply rolled his eyes at the remark while the others deadpanned.

"Uh, maybe we should just leave it alone." said Mark. "I mean, it could be dangerous."

"Oh come on, its just a chip." said Stanley.

"Well, who know what a chip can do." Mark pointed out. "It could be a crucial part of a listening device."

"Or it could be connected to some interplanetary conspiracy to destroy the galaxy!" Tinker added.

Everyone stared at him with blank expressions.

"Uh...never mind that." Tinker said.

"Well come on, we'd better close up shop if we want to wake up and practice tomorrow." said Mark.

"Right." said Tinker. "Come on."

Everyone nodded as they prepared to close the shop.

While everyone left, Stanley stayed behind to look at the chip again.

"Gee wilikers..." he thought as he looked at the chip. "I wonder what would happen if I put this chip on the car...oh but I can't. I promised the others I wouldn't do it..."

He thought for a while, still not sure if he should do it.

"Stanley!" Henry called to his brother. "Are you coming?"

"Uh...sure!" Stanley nervously replied.

Without thinking, Stanley placed the chip into the car with the thought that it might get stolen if he left it on the desk. He then raced over to join his brother.

As soon as Stanley closed the door to the garage, something surprising happened; the car started to light up, two blue pupils appeared on the headlights, and a mouth appeared on the front grille, as if it was coming to life.

Dec 1"Where...am...I...?" The car wondered.

Dec 1The car looked around and used his headlight eyes to see that it was inside of a garage.

"Sp-sp-sp-What is this sc-sc-sc-scary place?" he asked himself. "Looks dark and messy."

He shivered as he continued to look around.

He saw a button on the edge of the garage door, and pressed it with one of his wheels. Just then, the door opened and there was a whole road for him to drive on.

"Ooh..." he said before driving himself down the road in pure curiosity.

As he drove down the road, the buggy looked around.

There were many places and people who were either going home, or going into one of the places.

"Hmmm..." The buggy thought to himself as he drove on.

Just then, he passed by a pizza shop, where he saw Henry, Stanley, Mark, Debbie, and Tinker entering the joint.

"Huh?" He wondered as he saw the six entering the pizza shop.

He drove over to the restaurant's window, and then saw them sit at a table together, and converse.

"So, y'all excited about the race?" Tinker asked the gang.

"I sure am." Mark nodded. "It's something I've been looking forward to since graduation."

"Same here." Debbie added.

"Yeah, and this race seems like the beginning of our racing career." Tinker added.

"Too bad me and Stanley's careers are gonna be raising our eight brothers and sisters." Henry sighed.

"It was quite a surprise when we found out that you two have eight siblings." said Debbie. "I don't even remember seeing them at graduation, or at any point beforehand, for that matter."

"Oh, yeah." Tinker added. "You never mentioned them before."

"It's kind of a complicated situation and a long story." Stanley chuckled.

Before anyone else spoke, Mark looked outside and spotted something.

It was the dune buggy, staring right at them.

"Uh guys...look..." he said as he pointed towards the window.

The group looked out the window and saw the dune buggy looking right at them.

"Hey! Isn't that your car, Mark?" Henry asked Mark.

"Yeah, he looks quite familiar..." Stanley added.

"It's the exact same shale and colors." Mark remarked. "The only difference is that it has a face, so it really can't be ours."

The gang shrugged and started to continue what they were doing before, but suddenly, they realized something, which caused Mark to spit out his drink all over Henry and Stanley.

"A FACE?!" he shouted.

The five quickly looked at the car again.

The car then grinned right at them and waved his wheel right at them.

"Aaaahhh!" screamed the gang.


Author's Note:

Looks like the Miracle of Birth has gone mechanical.