Chapter 2 Electric Boogaloo: 'The King' of England

The year was 1157. When Strip landed, he was dazed and confused.

"Wha- what happened?" he wondered to himself. Strip soon realized that he was in a wheat field, and he decided to search for help.

"A farm's gotta have farmers, don't it?", he thought, "perhaps they can help me".

Strip eventually happened upon a small house with thatched roofing. Out in front of the house was a Ford Model A. Strip cautiously approached the old car and spoke to it.

"'Scuse me," he said in a polite tone, "I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be?".

"Why, this is Oxford, England!", replied the surprisingly literate peasant car, "Why do you ask, stranger? Don't you know where you are?"

"Er, no", Strip said. He then remembered the fact that he had a time machine strapped to his back.

"What year is it?", Strip asked.

"1157", responded the Model-A, "Who are you?".

Before Strip could answer, he heard a large screeching noise overhead. He looked up to see a dragon! Since all living things in the Cars universe are vehicles of some description, the dragon wasn't a dragon as much as it was a huge-ass airplane. The dragon flew into downtown Oxford, and started spitting fire everywhere (as dragons do). Strip was shocked by this latest development; actual medieval England was nothing like 7th grade history class said it was! There wasn't much he could do, so Strip just sat and watched the fire with the Model-A. The Model-A did not seem especially concerned with Oxford going up in smoke.

"Yep, same shite as always", said the old car, "That dragon always goes and burns the town. This is nothing out of the ordinary, stranger."

"Well, why?", asked Strip. The Model-A shrugged. Then the dragon, satisfied with the destruction it had wrought, flew away back towards the farm. The dragon then noticed the bright blue racecar in the yellow field, and decided to destroy that too.

Strip saw the dragon flying directly towards him, and quickly dove out of the way. The dragon, being a hulking, clumsy beast, crashed nose-first into the ground. The dragon stopped moving after impact. The Model-A rolled over to the dragon and poked at it a couple times. The dragon was dead. The Model-A beamed with delight at the death of the fearsome beast, and thanked Strip for killing it. Strip didn't actually try to kill the dragon, but he was happy to have helped.

Strip decided that it was high time he tried to return to the future. He easily reached the 88 mph necessary to travel through time. Sparks enveloped Strip, and he was thrust somewhere (somewhen?) else in time. Like the Delorean from Back to the Future, Strip left little flame trails where his wheels were.