A few days later, they were on their way to the airport, Red, Sally, Sheriff, Ramone, Flo, and Doc waving them off. Doc had explained that he needed to stay behind to keep the clinic running, but said that either Foxy or Mater would do the job just fine. Fillmore's idea had worked, and although Foxy was stuck at the back of the plane, she didn't mind.

Since there were no real 'pets' in the Cars universe, the kennel had been placed at the back of the passenger compartment. Once they had lifted off and were free to move around, Fillmore drove back and unhooked her crate door. She scampered out, her tail the last to leave the crate, which was a type of plastic material. It was large and roomy, and Foxy found that she could lay down in it quite comfortably. She stretched like a dog, then stood up.

"That was fun." She gave him a grin, then scampered inside the crate abruptly, hunched over as she sat down at the back. Fillmore quickly shut the door, then drove back to his seat as they heard the flight attendant's engine moving towards them. She tried to look inside the crate, but Foxy's loud, bugling bark made her leap back a few feet in surprise. She looked over at Fillmore, gave him a slight smile and nod, then drove up towards the front of the plane as another car called her.

"Looks like you've gotta stay there, Foxy." He whispered to her. He heard her tags jingle, and guessed that she had nodded.

"Doesn't bother me."

"What about food though?"

"I'll see if I can mooch some off the other passengers. I know it ain't exactly the right thing to do, but it's what a dog would do, so if I want this to be convincin', that's how it's gotta be."

He heard her sigh, and knew that she didn't like the idea very much either.

"I could bring back some coffee, if ya wanted?"

"With me confined in as small a space as this, I don't think that's gonna be good, at least not in the end." Foxy whispered, and giggled quietly.

Fillmore chuckled, then sighed. "I'll figure somethin' out, don't worry." He told her, and thought he could see a smile.

"Thanks, Fillmore." He could hear her purring, and smiled back at her, then departed.

The sun was setting, and Foxy yawned. She curled up in the crate, then frowned. The floor of it was freezing, and not very comfortable. She rummaged through her bag until she found what she was looking for: Fillmore's tye-dyed blanket, folded up neatly. She sighed happily, then began spreading it out across the bottom of the crate.

About ten minutes later, when she had curled up again, her head near the door of the crate but mainly in shadow, she heard a quiet engine moving towards the crate. She opened her eyes and saw just a bit of seafoam-green paint. She squirmed until she was lying where she could look up into Fillmore's eyes and give him a grin. He smiled back, and she yawned sleepily.

"Go to sleep. We're not gonna be there for a while." He told her quietly, and Foxy looked past him, confused as to why there was a bright light from a few rows in front of his.

"What's goin' on up there?" She asked quietly as she heard stifled giggling.

"Mater and McQueen are watchin' some show or something."

"Really? Cool." Foxy smiled, then yawned again.

"Get some sleep, man. It's gonna be a long flight."

"All right, all right. G'night, Fillmore."

"G'night, Elizabeth." He gave her another gentle smile, which she returned before he drove back to his seat.

Foxy scooted back into the shadow of the crate, then drifted to sleep, comforted by the familiar feel of the blanket. She remembered dimly the crate being lifted, but rolled over and went back to sleep. When she woke up next, she was in the crate, but there was light on the other side. She moved to the front of the crate and looked around.

"They couldn't have gotten here already, right?" She said to herself as she looked out into what appeared to be a hotel room.
She called cautiously for one of the others, and was surprised when Lightning, Fillmore and Mater rolled into the room.

"Looks like someone finally decided to wake up." Lightning said with a laugh as Foxy looked out at them.

"Can I come out now?" Her tone was so pleading that the three laughed, then Fillmore rolled over and unhooked the latch. "Finally!"

Foxy swung the door open, then stepped out, stretching, her tail arching over her back. She gave herself a good shake, then sighed happily.

"There!"

Lightning chuckled and ruffled her ear hat, making her purr and lean into his tire. "You got up just on time, Foxy. The party's almost started." He said with a grin, and Foxy instantly perked up, as though she had been given a shot of pure sugar.

"Let's go!" She exclaimed, leaping into Mater's bed from the floor. She went into a roll, and was stopped abruptly by his towing mechanism, awkwardly positioned upside down.

Fillmore looked at her and chuckled, then she righted herself in a hurry, laughing and sitting up, dangling one hand out of Mater's bed. They drove out of the hotel room with Luigi, Guido, and Sarge.

"You can sleep through anything, Foxy." Sarge said with a faint smile.

"What do you mean?" She gave him a confused look, then he explained that she had slept through being picked up, then carried into the hotel, set down on the ground, then picked up again until she had finally been set down on the floor in the hotel room. "Cool!" Foxy replied, making the others laugh.

When they arrived at the party, Foxy's eyes grew wide. "Wow..." She looked up at the large building in amazement. They went inside, and Foxy nearly toppled over in shock. "This is incredible." She whispered, her thoughts racing. "Hey, Lightning, isn't this cool?" Foxy asked.

Lightning looked over at her and nodded."It sure is."

She went back to looking around at everything at once, the others more or less doing the same. There was bubble gum pop music, so traditional of Towkyo, playing over the crowd of cars that had gathered inside the building. Foxy watched as Luigi and Guido left to go look at the tires, and Ferraris who were clustered in a small group, presumably talking. "Wow.. It's so big and there's so much here..." She mimed falling over in a faint, making Sarge and Fillmore chuckle as she looked at the two upside down. They got down to the bottom of the spiral ramp, and landed on the bottom floor. Foxy stepped out of Mater's bed, looking around with wonder. There were cars everywhere, some of which were looking at her curiously. She blushed, then hurried along next to Lightning, who was driving over to talk to a black car with brown eyes.

To Foxy, he looked like a McLaren model, and the car to his right looked like a Corvette of some type. They too looked at Foxy curiously, who blushed and moved closer to Lightning, putting her head down to try to hide her face.

"What's this, McQueen?" It was the black McLaren who had spoken, and Foxy looked up slightly at his British accent.

"Lewis, this is Foxy, my team mascot."

"She sure doesn't look like any fox I've ever seen, Lightning."

Foxy's head jerked up as she looked at the yellow Corvette with wonder. 'He sounds just like Jeff Gordon.'

"Looks like you got her attention, Jeff." The McLaren, Lewis nudged the yellow Corvette with a tire.

Foxy smiled at the two timidly, her tail drooping to the floor. Lightning nudged her worriedly, and her head snapped back towards him. "Hi, Light." She said with a soft smile. Lightning chuckled, then introduced her to the two. "Hi." She replied quietly with a soft smile.

"What does a 'mascot' do? Foxy, was it?"

Foxy nodded, then replied that it was a type of animal that the team chose, and they would bring that animal to every race. "Sort of for good luck." Foxy finished with a smile, seeing that Lewis and Jeff were interested.

"I don't mean to be rude, Foxy, but what kind of fox are you, exactly? I've never seen one like you before." Lewis asked, and Foxy replied that Lightning had found her wandering the desert a long way from the town.

"It's very nice to meet you, Foxy." Jeff gave her a smile, and she returned it shyly.

"Thanks. It's nice to meet you guys too." Her tail began wagging at its tip, making Jeff and Lewis laugh. Foxy looked around for Lightning, only to find him gone. "Where'd Lightnin' go?" She asked, suddenly seeming fearful.

"He was with that tow truck last time I saw him." Lewis told her, watching her tail droop. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm just afraid of gettin' lost in a big place like this." Foxy said quietly, and Lewis offered to help her find them. "Thank you, Lewis." She said quietly with a small smile.

He nudged her gently, then drove off, Foxy following. They soon found Lightning, Mater, and the car Foxy had seen on the television screen on a raised platform. By the sound of it, they seemed to be getting on each other's nerves slightly. "Thank you for helpin' me find Lightnin', Lewis." She gave him a smile, and he returned it before nudging her gently and driving away. Foxy walked up the ramp to the platform, and suddenly, Francesco's eyes were upon her. He seemed to freeze midsentence. Foxy seemed to cringe away, but Francesco was quick to recover.

"What-a is this, McQueen?"

"That's my pet, Foxy. I brought her along because she's my team's mascot." Lightning replied through slightly gritted teeth.

Francesco drove over to Foxy, who seemed to fall in on herself, watching Francesco nervously. "Her tail is-a so full. Where did you-a find her?" Francesco turned to Lightning.

"I got her in the desert. In the middle of nowhere."

Francesco surveyed Foxy carefully, causing her to sit down at Lightning's side and curl her tail over her feet nervously.

Lightning picked her up out of habit, then set her on his hood.

She cringed as Francesco gasped dramatically. "It-a sits on your hood?"

"Of course. She always does it at home." Lightning replied, trying to be polite, but Foxy could tell that he was getting irritated.

She whimpered softly, looking around fearfully. She wanted to get away from all these cars and just concentrate on watching the race. "I'd better go. She's getting really skittish." Lightning told Francesco a few minutes later, looking down at Foxy.

"Very well, I shall see you at the race, McQueen."

"Same here."

"You will not-a see Francesco like this. You will see him-a like this, as he drives away from you." With that, Francesco turned around to reveal the words 'Ciao, McQueen' in a bumper sticker below his taillights.

"That's cute. Do you have one made up for the other racers?"

"No." Francesco replied, a smirk and raised eyelid proving that he knew that he was getting on Lightning's nerves.

"See you tomorrow, Francesco." Lightning replied stiffly, and then rolled down the ramp, ignoring Francesco's, "Ciao, McQueen!".

"You all right?" His question caught Foxy off guard, and she jumped slightly before looking at him.

"Just a little jumpy, that's all."

Lightning looked down at her with sympathy. "I'll go find Mater if you want to ride around with him."

"Thanks, Light, but I think I'd rather-" Just then, she heard a voice call out, "Sir Miles Axlerod!"

"Better go. Don't worry, Foxy, you'll be fine. Why don't you see if you can go find Sarge, or Fillmore?"

"Okay." Foxy said, trying to smile as she slid down from Lightning's hood. He nudged her gently, then drove off in the direction of the stage. Foxy looked around, scanning the crowd for the familiar shapes of any one of the others. Finally, she found Fillmore up near the stage. She began making her way over to him, trying to stay on the outskirts of the crowd.

Finally, she did, and he gave her a smile before lifting her up onto his roof, where she curled up into the tightest ball she could, curling her tail up along her body, the tip nearly going up to her eyes. She must've dozed off, because the next thing she knew, she was startled awake by loud screaming.

She bolted upwards, her tail puffing up, and caught a fleeting glimpse of Mater as he raced for the stage, his tongue flying out of his mouth. He raced right up to the waterfall behind Lightning and the car that Foxy recognized from the talk show and began slurping loudly, mumbling garbled words nobody understood. Finally, he stopped, and drove over to Lightning and the other car, Foxy watching from Fillmore's roof. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but abruptly, there was a puddle of oil underneath Mater.

Foxy's eyes widened, and a few seconds later, she pulled her hat down to cover them. 'Ohh, Mater, you didn't...' She thought to herself with a quiet groan. She heard Mater go by her, and pushed her hat up, curling up again and sighing.

Foxy surprisingly fell asleep again, and only woke up again when Mater returned from the bathroom, asking what a rendevous was.

"It's-a like a date." Luigi replied, and Mater jumped.

"A date!"

"Mater, what's going on?"

"What's goin' on is I got me a date tomorrow! There she is now!" With that, Mater pointed with a tire to a magenta car across the building . "Hey, hey lady! See ya tomorrow!"

Guido said something as they watched her drive away quickly, then Luigi said, "Guido still don't believe you."

Foxy shook her head in bewilderment, then curled up and fell back asleep. She woke up just as they were entering their room. Foxy went limp as she felt herself being lifted down, then opened her eyes.

Fillmore blinked in surprise, then smiled. "I thought you were sleepin'."

"We all thought you were sleeping, Foxy." Lightning said with a smile.

Foxy returned the smile and purred softly, but yawned all the same.

"I knew it, you're still tired." Fillmore set her down, and she went back into her crate, instantly falling asleep, her head just barely poking out from the crate. Fillmore nuzzled her gently, then turned off the lights before going to sleep himself.

The next morning, Foxy woke up, then went to get out of the crate, but instead bashing her head off the hard plastic top. She growled a string of curses through her teeth, rubbing the injured spot, then curled up and went back to sleep, her tail flowing out of the crate.

A few hours later, she felt a tugging at her tail. "Hmm?" She mumbled before yawning loudly.

"Time to get up." She blinked sleepily, then clumsily made her way out of the crate, looking up at Lightning sleepily.

He chuckled and picked her up, setting her on his hood, where she curled up and fell asleep again. He sighed, then deposited her on the floor, setting a plate of warm food in front of her. "Ohh, that's right, she can't smell..." He paused, then tried to think of a way to get her up.

Suddenly, to his amazement, she moved closer to the plate, her nose twitching slightly. When she opened her eyes, she saw the plate and sat up. "You can smell!" Lightning exclaimed quietly.

Foxy looked up from the plate in confusion. "No I can't, you know that."

"You just did."

"I did?" Foxy asked happily, and Lightning nodded hesitantly. "Cool, I can smell! And this is really good..." She returned to the plate of breakfast, and it was quickly gone.

Lightning blinked in surprise, looking at the plate.

"What?"

"You must've been hungry."

"Maybe a little bit." Foxy replied. "Thanks, Light."

"There's more. I wasn't sure how much you wanted, so I ordered about three plates."

"You didn't!" Foxy said in shock, but Lightning could see that she was starving. He chuckled, then nodded.

"They're over there."

"Why? A simple coffee would've been enough."

"They don't have coffee here."

"They don't? That's a shame. You sure you don't want any before I eat any more?"

"You're forgetting that I'm a car, so I don't eat that stuff. I told them that you ate that stuff."

"Thanks, Light." Foxy gave him a smile, then started in on another plate of eggs and bacon.

Lightning watched her, until finally she looked up.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you eat anything besides apples."

"That's 'cause there's not exactly a lot of this stuff back home." Foxy gave him a grin, then yawned. "Time for a nap." She said, then wandered back to the crate, ducking into it and curling up, snuggling into the blanket with a large, content sigh.

Lightning chuckled, then turned the television on at a low volume until Mater or Fillmore woke up.

The two were up within the next couple of hours, and decided what to do. The trio decided to go see more sumo van wrestling, and set out.

"What about Foxy?" Mater asked, when they were almost out of the hotel, and Lightning smiled.

"She had breakfast, then went back to sleep. I think she'll sleep for a while, but remember, Sarge is still there."

Mater nodded, and Fillmore agreed.

Sarge wandered into the room, checking up on Foxy.

He peeked inside the crate to see her snuggled up on and underneath the blanket, her eyes shut tightly. She mumbled in her sleep, then rolled over.

Sarge watched her in curiosity, his hood tilted slightly to the right. He hadn't ever really seen her asleep this deeply before, and it intrigued him. He settled down in front of the cage to watch her, but all he got out of about ten minutes was Foxy curling up, twitching her tail, and sighing lightly. He departed the room then, going into the next one to wake Guido and Luigi up.

A few hours later, Foxy woke up, stretching and yawning. She heard an engine enter the room, and froze. She began growling softly, her tail puffing up and filling the crate.

"Foxy?" She relaxed once she heard it was only Luigi, and she called for him to come in. She heard a pause, then a voice.

"Where are you?" She heard Luigi ask as someone rolled into the bedroom.

"In here." She could see the someone jump, and they lowered themself to get a better look inside the crate.

Sarge, it turned out, found Foxy, curled up on her side, her tail wagging as she looked up at him. She yawned abruptly, stretching out like a dog. "Luigi, she's in here! The others left me here with you, Luigi and Guido, so what do you want to do?" Sarge said awkwardly.

"Good question. I dunno." Foxy scrambled out of the crate, then stood up.

"What're those?" Sarge asked, looking at her racing number pajama pants.

"PJ pants. I sleep in 'em, lounge around in 'em, used to go to school in 'em, the list goes on." She replied with a smile.

"They let you wear that kind of stuff in school?"

"As long as they didn't have pictures of inappropriate things on 'em, the school could've cared less. As long as the kids had pants on, they were happy."

Sarge grumbled quietly, and Foxy looked around.

"What's there to do around here?"

"There's a television."

"Ohh, really? What's on?"

"How would I know?"

"Let's find out." Foxy replied, turning the television on. She found an anime on, and sat down in front of the large screen, looking up at it like a small child watching their favorite show.

Sarge shook his hood with a sigh, then laid down next to her, looking up at the screen. "What exactly is this?"

"It's an anime. Japanese cartoons for adults."

"Interesting."

They watched various animes for a few hours, not even hearing when the others got back.

Here's another chapter of IAHGITCW! And yes, Foxy LOOOOOOVVVEESS bacon. There are always two ways to win her over. One is with coffee, and the other is with Bacon. Bacon is her favorite. :)

Random fact: Jumanji is an amazing movie, and it's on now! :)