Max chuckled, then lifted his hood up slightly, signaling he was going to back out of Doc's. Foxy was ready for it, and didn't slip as she laid down on her uninjured side. "See? That wasn't so bad, right?"

"I guess not." Foxy sighed, and Max snickered. They went back over to the café, and found all the other cars waiting for them.

"You all right, honey?" Flo asked Foxy, who nodded and smiled. "That's good. We were worried about you."

"Thanks, but I don't want you guys to fuss over me. I'm just a girl." She shrugged, then winced slightly as her ribs moved.

"Yeah, but you're the only human here, man." Fillmore told her, and she blushed.

"Really?" Her question was met with nods and grins, and she relaxed as the morning wore on.

"Hey, do you guys want to come to Willy's Butte with us?" Harry called, and Max and Foxy looked at each other.

"Why not?" They agreed, and Max lowered his hood slightly, signaling he was going to drive forwards. Foxy prepared herself, and didn't get sent up and over his roof as he sped up slightly. They followed the children, and soon arrived at Willy's Butte.

"Wow, this place is incredible." Foxy said in awe. "You want to go try it out?" She looked into Max's eyes.

"Are you going to be-"

"Of course I will. Go try it." She urged him, then slid off his hood. He smiled at her, then left for the track. The children were begging him to race, and he looked up her way.

She called out, "Go for it!" and he laughed. She could see him agree to race, and the five all cheered. At the sound of another engine, she turned around to see the van they called Fillmore standing a few feet away. "Hi." She greeted him, and he drove closer once she acknowledged him.

"Mornin', man." He greeted her, parking at her side.

"What brings you down here?" She asked. She figured he wasn't a big racing fanatic, so his arrival peaked her interest.

"Lookin' at the scenery." He replied, and she smiled.

"It is really pretty."

Fillmore nodded approvingly. "You're pretty groovy, man."

"Thanks... umm...?"

"The name's Fillmore. You should try some of my organic fuel." He said, and she giggled.

"Is it made for humans?"

"It's the wildest trip you'll ever take." All the same, he shook his front end sadly.

"Really? Maybe we can make some that I could taste?" She offered, and he nodded happily.

"Far out." They spent the next few hours talking about flowers, and their favorite hobbies. It turned out, they had more in common then they thought. They both liked the outdoors, and clouds, and sunflowers.

It was late in the evening, and Max still hadn't stopped racing around the track, loving the feel of the dirt on his tires. Foxy had long since started leaning on Fillmore, gently at first, then gradually turning so her whole back was against his side, she had began to doze off, her legs curled up and her head resting against Fillmore's side, barely reaching up to his four-way lights.

As the sky turned a darker blue then it already was, Fillmore nudged her gently with a tire."C'mon, man. Time to go back." He whispered, and her eyes opened, blinking sleepily.

She yawned, and asked, "Is it morning?"

"Not yet, man, but it is gettin' late. Tell your friend down there that ya can come stay with me for the night, if ya want, man." Fillmore offered.

Without a second thought, Foxy called, "Max, I'm going with Fillmore. Good night."

"See you tomorrow!" Came a shout, and Foxy staggered to her feet, wide awake now. She started back, following Fillmore, who was leading the way. They arrived at the main road at about ten o' clock, and Fillmore led her into his dome, where she dropped onto the first thing she saw, which was one of his bean bag chairs.

"Night, Fillmore. And thanks." She said with a smile before she fell back asleep, and she thought she heard, "No problem."

She woke up the next morning, momentarily wondering where she was. She remembered the night before, and as her vision came into focus, she spotted Fillmore lying by her side, sleeping quietly. She rolled over to face him, and drifted back to sleep under the tye-dyed blanket someone, most likely Fillmore, had laid over her.

Fillmore woke up about fifteen minutes later, yawning. He spotted her still sleeping, and gently nudged her with a tire again, trying to wake her up.

"Hm?" She asked without opening her eyes.

"Time to get up, man." Fillmore told her, and Foxy opened her eyes, looking up at Fillmore sleepily.

"Morning." She said around a yawn, then giggled sleepily. She stretched, then sat up in the beanbag chair. Her hair, which had been up in a ponytail, had come out of the ponytail holder and was now extremely messy.

"Ya look like a tumbleweed, man." He told her, and she felt her hair.

"I probably do." She giggled, and pulled out a pocket brush and began brushing her hair. Fillmore watched her, curious. When she was done, it flowed in neat waves down her back and shoulders, stopping at mid-stomach length.

"Woah, man. It's really long." Fillmore commented, and Foxy smiled.

"Thanks. I've been trying to grow it longer though."

"Isn't it long enough?" Fillmore asked, and Foxy laughed.

"I've always had long hair, and a few years ago I got it cut short. I wanted to try something new, but I didn't like it, so I let it grow."

"Far out, man." Fillmore commented, touching her hair gently with a tire. "It's really soft, man."

"Thanks. I think it feels like bunny fur myself." She giggled as she felt his wheels running through her hair gently. A bugle sounded from next door, and Fillmore drove over to a table, giving Foxy a smile before turning on 'The Star Spangled Banner', by Jimi Hendrix.

"You like this too?" She asked in wonder, and he nodded.

"Would you turn that disrespectful junk off!" Came Sarge's gruff voice.

"Who's that?"

"That's Sarge, man. He lives next door." Fillmore said, then drove to the entryway of his dome. "Respect the classics, man! It's Hendrix!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, hippie?! I don't care WHO it is! It could be you for all I care! Shut it off!"

"Hey, leave us alone!" Foxy wasn't even aware that she had walked over to the entrance, much less that she had yelled that.

"You can't tell me what to do, you scrawny human!" Sarge shouted defiantly.

"SCRAWNY! I'll show you who's scrawny!" She shrieked, and marched over to the fence separating the two yards. "Listen here, you! I am not scrawny! I can lift seventy pounds! Not every girl can do that, at least not where I'm from!"

"That's still scrawny to me!" Sarge shouted back, a snarl on his bumper as he glared at the human over the fence.

"Right on, man! Fight the power!" Fillmore called from his dome.

"Can it, hippie!" Sarge shouted at him.

"Why don't you can it, Sir-yes-Sir?! And maybe we will too!" Foxy shouted back. Her voice was starting to get raspy from all the yelling, but she ignored it.

"Who's going to make me?!" Sarge shouted back.

"I am!" With that, she vaulted over the fence and landed on Sarge's hood, hard enough to make him wince in surprise. "Now, why don't you just drive back into your hut and start organizing again, like you probably do every morning, you got that?" When Sarge didn't answer, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "YOU GOT THAT?!" And cracked her knuckles threateningly, throwing him a glare that rivaled his. "And next time, don't blare that crap at five in the morning! At least wait until MOST of us are awake!"

Sarge glared at her, then dropped his eyes to his hood. "Affirmative." It was so low, Foxy didn't think she heard it.

"I can't hear you! Are you a Jeep, or are you a Smart car?!"

"I said, 'Affirmative', Sir!" Sarge spoke up, and Foxy narrowed her eyes at him.

"Good. Shut that racket off." She told him in a growl, and Sarge nodded. Foxy climbed down from his hood. She gave him a hard stare, and he snapped to attention.

"At ease." She said, then climbed back over the fence. Sarge drove inside quickly to shut off his record player, and Fillmore shut off his. "That wasn't so bad, right?"

"Ya told him off, man. He never gets yelled at like that."

"Yeah, well, my brother and I usually have shouting matches at my house."

"You've got a bro? Far out."

"No, he's not. He could throw me into a wall without trying."

"Woahh." Fillmore replied, looking slightly shocked.

"I-It's nothing. He does it all the time." Foxy replied quickly, trying to cover up the mistake of telling him the way she did. It didn't help, and Fillmore looked at her sadly.

"That's not cool, man. Why's he do that?"

"Because I like the same things he does."

"That's totally not cool, man. Where's the love?"

"He's as bitter as Sarge."

"That's pretty bad, man."

"Yeah, you're telling me."

"Ya could stay with me if ya wanted to, man." Fillmore offered.

"Thanks, Fillmore. I think that's groovy." She said, then giggled. They departed his dome and looked up at the sky.

"Looks like it's gonna rain, man." Foxy nodded in agreement, and rubbed her bruised ribs gently. They seemed to be aching worse then usual, and she could only guess that her encounter with Sarge didn't help any. She sighed, and they went down the street, side by side.

They arrived at Flo's, and Max drove over to her, smiling.

"Morning, Max." She smiled, and he said nothing, just kept smiling up at her. "What?" She asked with a laugh.

"I thought I was loud, but you've got me beat." Lightning spoke up, laughing.

Hi, everybody! I figured that I should upload something, since I haven't since last year! Har de har! All kidding aside, I really wanted you guys to see the way Foxy reacts to Sarge's yelling, because I had so much fun writing that part! I was acting out the entire thing to get it to sound right, and I was trying to think of things I would say in a situation like that, it was just hysterical. I'll bet that if there were any hidden cameras in my house, I'd have won a million dollars on America's Funniest Home Videos. XD

See ya soon, CarsCars2Fanatic. (If you guys need a name, just call me any nickname of Elizabeth ;])