Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cars unfortunately, but I do own the plot.

So I hope you guys know what a grill is, haha. If you don't, it's like a cover for your teeth with jewels on it. Haven't you heard the song? lol. Okay. So please read and review my friends!

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"Alright, bro," Ramone said, rolling back away from Fillmore. "Is that the best paintjob you've seen, or what?" Fillmore had spent most of his afternoon in Ramone's House of Body Art, getting his paint renewed. It was all the same, except Fillmore got the flower petals on his side changed to yellow. The rest was just painted over with the same design.

"Far out," Fillmore said in awe as he admired himself in the mirror. "You never fail to amaze me, man."

"I know. And to think it all started with a can of spray paint," Ramone replied, cleaning the area used to paint the VW bus.

"What do you think, Sarge?" Fillmore asked. Sarge was in the back of the store, looking around at the different shades of green. Simply by coincidence, Sarge had set an appointment on the same day. The army veteran drove over to the mirror where Fillmore was.

"It isn't really my style, but--" Sarge paused, thinking of a compliment. To tell the truth, Sarge thought Fillmore's designs were terrible. The whole "Peace" theme just never struck him as appealing. "It's nice." Fillmore laughed at the response.

"Tell the truth, man," Fillmore said, still looking in the mirror.

"It's an abomination," Sarge said.

"That's what I like to hear," Fillmore replied as he drove away so Sarge could be painted.

"Anything special this time, dude?" Ramone said, getting Sarge's colors ready.

"No thank you. I just want it renewed," Sarege said as Ramone covered Sarge's tires.

"No no. I think he should get a little pink peace sign riiight here," Fillmore said, poking Sarge above the right tire.

"Fillmore it will be a very cold day in hell when I put a peace sign anywhere," Sarge replied. Fillmore just smiled, shrugged and slowly rolled backward, accidently knocking over a can of paint-- which fortunately did not open.

"Whatever you say man, but your lack of color gives me headaches," Fillmore said. For a moment Sarge had this confused look on his face, taking in the irony of that last remark.

"Well your presence of color is the thing that gives me headaches." Sarge said as Ramone began painting.

"Hey, I like my colors. I stand out, and all of the designs really do send out a message, you know?" By now Fillmore was at the other end of the store, browsing the counters. All three of them were silent(well, Ramone had been for the past few minutes anyway.)

Sarge was occupying himself with an issue of Sports Illustrated. By now Ramone was busy painting his top. And no, it was not one of those filled with "exposed women." Flo confiscated and destroyed those before it could ever get into the posession of Ramone.

In the back of the store, Sarge could hear Fillmore snickering and messing around with something. Sarge just rolled his eyes. What is that hippy getting into now? Deciding to ignore whatever his friend was getting into, he began peacefully reading about the Arizona Cardinals. After a few moments of silence, Fillmore rolled up in front of him, thier faces only inches away. Sarge looked up with an annoyed look on his face. To his surprise, Fillmore's eyes were squinting as if holding in laughter. In return, Sarge gave a look of intense confusion. Ramone even stopped painting to see what was going on. Fillmore then grinned, and in his mouth of all things, was a grill.

Fillmore and Ramone busted out laughing, while Sarge was still trying to figure out what was going on. Ramone and Fillmore hi-fived eachother, as they continued laughing. The army veteren shook his head. "What on Earth are you doing?"

"I have no idea, man," Fillmore replied, still laughing. He took the grill off and set it aside.

"I just got a whole shipment of those grills, dude," Ramone said, grinning from mirror to mirror. I know we probably won't have any customers to buy 'em, but I just couldn't resist."

"What's a grill?" Sarge asked.

"It's kinda like those things you put on your mouth to whiten your teeth, except grills just have jewels all over them," Ramone answered, getting back to his work.

"What's the purpose?" the veteren replied.

"I really have no idea," Ramone said. Setting the grill back on its correct shelf, Fillmore continued to wait for Sarge to finish. After nearly five minutes passed, Fillmore couldn't take the wait any longer.

"Are you done yet?" he asked Sarge, in a rather childish manner.

"No, I am not done yet. Why should you have to wait for me anyway? Go up to Flo's or something," Sarge said, gesturing with a tire toward the door, hitting Ramone in the face by accident.

Fillmore laughed, and drove out of Ramone's.

He made his way down the street, on his way to Flo's V8 Cafe. Many of the residents were already there: Mater, Luigi, Guido, Flo, Sally, and Doc. Once he got there, he rolled into his usual spot. Everyone else was engaged in several different conversations; Luigi and Guido were arguing in Italian, Doc was trying to convince Mater to stop tractor tipping, and Flo was complimenting Sally on her new pinstripe tattoo.

"Well howdy, Fillmore!" Mater said as Fillmore was pulling up. Everyone else greeted him as well.

"Hey everyone," Fillmore said in his raspy voice.

"Where's Sarge?" Sally asked, surprised that he wasn't with him.

"Oh, he's getting a paintjob at Ramone's. Why do you ask?" Fillmore said. He was preoccupying himself with an over-turned beetle on the ground in front of him. He flipped it over and watched it fly away.

"I was just wondering. You two are pretty much attached at the waist," Sally said with a smile. Not a second after she finished, Sarge pulled up next to Fillmore, followed by Ramone.

"So did you decide to get that peace sign?" Fillmore asked with a laugh, already knowing the answer.

"No way, man," Sarge replied. Immediantly after these words left his mouth, Sarge's eyes grew wide and he gasped.

Aha!" Fillmore yelled pointing Sarge.

"I didn't even--" the veteren replied at a loss for words. He cou'dn't believe that he had just let the words 'No way, man' escape his mouth.

"It looks like a bit of Fillmore is rubbing off on you," Flo said with a smile.

"No no no no no. Now I'll admit that I've been hanging around that hippy too much, but never ever will he rub off on me," Sarge said in his stubborn manner.

"Sure I won't, man," Fillmore replied sarcastically, nudging his friend.

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I hope you guys liked it! I really have no idea what I was trying to accomplish here, so it's just the essense of randomness. So I'd lovie it if you could review! And Cars comes out on DVD tomorrow, so you guys better buy it like me.