Disclaimer: I do not own Cars, the Cars characters, Disney, or Pixar. Though I wish I did. I could use the cash. However, I do own Suzie, Sadie, Storm, and Stacie. They are MY babies; so don't run off with them.
Sadie: Age 18
Stacie: Age 16
Stacie slapped the red plastic tray on the countertop. Working at the V8 was the last place Stacie wanted to be spending her precious Saturday.
"Sadie, table five, order up," she said dully. Her older sister, Sadie, an attractive French blue GT, was staring off into space. Stacie frowned.
"Sadie? Hello? Snap Snap! Earth to Ms. McQueen!" Sadie blinked.
"What? Oh, sorry Stace. I was just… thinking." Stacie smirked.
"Man, you are out of it. Stayed out too late cruising with Jet, eh?" Sadie narrowed her eyes.
"Can it," she snapped. Stacie's eyes lit up with mirth.
"Oh-ho! So defensive! Here. Table five's order, lover-lips!" Sadie roughly shouldered the tray on her lowered window.
"Brat," Sadie growled. Stacie giggled.
"You know it! Table nine, order up!"
Storm: Age 19
Suzie: Age 8
"SSSTTTOOORRRMMM, go clean the Cozy Cones for your mother, pppllleeeaaassseee? Ugh, she's killing me! Wasting a perfectly good Saturday on this crap… OOWW! Stupid buckets!"
The French blue Thunderbird racecar slammed the empty mop bucket against the motel room wall with his right tire.
"Hey Storm?"
Storm "Number 33" McQueen groaned. 'Stupid little sisters.'
"What?" he snapped.
Suzie McQueen, an eight year old apple red Mustang, rolled closer to her brother.
"How come you're cleanin' the Cones?"
"It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it," he quipped, flinging an empty antifreeze can behind him. Suzie sidled out of the "line of fire."
"But, um… that's Sadie's job."
"Tell me about it," Storm grumbled.
"What?"
Storm sighed and turned to face his little sister. "Sadie is helping poor, defenseless Stacie out at Flo's, and I, the loving brother, 'volunteered' to take over her shift, a.k.a. Mom made me. Now, scoot. The faster I finish up here, the faster I can get back to practicing."
Suzie's eyes lit up. "Can I watch while you do laps? I promise I'll be reeeeeal quiet!"
Storm rolled his eyes and flashed her a grin. "Yes, you can watch."
Suzie bounced on her tires. "YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Suddenly, Storm got an idea. "Hey, why don't you help me out here? With two on the job, the work will go faster and we can practice sooner!" He gave her one of his most charming smiles.
Suzie snorted. "Oh yeah, sure thing Storm. I wasn't born yesterday! Later loser!" With that, Suzie pulled a donut, spraying gravel in Storm's face, and peeled out of the parking lot.
Storm spat out a mouthful of rocks. "Little Worm!" he screamed after her.
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