Stu had been very excited about the fact that Pops Racer had finally agreed to let them shoot the team putting together a car. For some guy named Cary… but that wasn't the point. He'd followed Speed and Pops and all of them for three days already and he hadn't been allowed into the garage, but now it was the chance, the moment that would surely bring in the ratings.

The cameraman followed Speed. The young man was clad in an old T-shirt and jeans and his face was dirty and had streaks of oil on it, though no one was really sure how that had happened. Sparky was underneath the car, resting on a board on wheels to allow him easier movement. "I think I got it."

"You sure?" Pops asked, glancing over. "Because last time-"

"I'm really sure this time." Sparky replied, rolling out from underneath the car and nearly colliding with Ethel who had been filming him. The whole camera thing was weird and he didn't like being filmed as he worked.

Speed stood off to the side, flipping through various papers attached to a transparent green clipboard. "Well… I think that's all the specifications he wanted, except for the paint job, but that's easy enough."

At that moment Mom Racer wandered in, closely followed by Trixie, each of them carrying sandwiches for the mechanics. Trixie was somewhat annoyed that she wasn't being allowed to help out, but Mom had needed someone to watch Spritle while she was sorting through Speed's fan mail, and Cary had been insistent that Speed helped put the car together.

"Lunch." Mom said, setting the sandwiches down, which the three men promptly bolted to retrieve.

"Thanks Mom," Sparky and Speed said gratefully, while Pops showed his appreciation by pecking his wife on the cheek.

They ate in silence until Spritle came bounding in, wearing a top hat and carrying a glittering cane. He was dressed in a red, white, and blue three piece suit and Trixie vaguely wondered where Spritle got half of the stuff he owned because Mom and Pops sure didn't buy it for him.

"Okay! I think I've got it now!" He announced excitedly.

Speed rolled his eyes. "Not now Spritle."

Spritle rolled his eyes and began attempting to tap dance on the garage floor. It sounded awful, but the tune could be interpreted as "Yankee Doodle" with some imagination. The family rolled their eyes at the attempt. He'd been pestering the cameramen since day one with his "Captain Banana" stunt and apparently had decided to try a different approach after watching a rerun of The Wild Wild West.

"That's very good Spritle." Mom said encouragingly, clapping her hands together as her youngest son finished his routine.

"Riiiiight…" Speed muttered to himself, finishing off his sandwich and taking a sip from his silver water bottle.

"You think that was neat? Watch this!" With a flick of his wrist, Spritle twisted the top off of his cane and a lit sparkler appeared. He showed it to everyone, and while Trixie and Mom and even Sparky were amused, Pops wasn't so sure.

"Spritle! Get that out of here! There are oil and gas everywhere."

Spritle looked horrible deflated and left, taking his sparkler with him, but not before a spark landed on a puddle of oil and ignited it. The Go Team stared at it for a moment, not really registering what was happening right away, before springing into action before something really bad happened.

Pops grabbed a hold of Speed's water bottle and threw the water onto the fire while Sparky grabbed a hold of a nearby blanket, dropped it on the fire and proceeded to stomp it out. Pops let out a sigh of relief as the fire was put out. Spritle had apparently not noticed what he'd done as he'd left the garage. The family let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Well, that was close."

"Poor Spritle… maybe we should put him on America's Got Talent or something, he does want to be a TV star…"

"I think we need to get him tap dancing lessons first…"

"If he does something like that again-"

"Dad, he didn't mean to." Speed sighed. He did love his little brother and while bringing something with sparks into a garage wasn't the smartest thing to do, he meant no harm in it. He just really wanted to be on television.

"Yes, but you're the one who brought a bomb into the garage if I remember correctly."

Speed winced. Yeah… that was true.

Stu blinked, raising his hand as he put his camera down for an instant. The fire thing was momentarily panicking, but the family got it quickly under control. Now their conversation was beginning to confuse him. "Does this stuff happen to you guys often?"

The family all shared looks before rolling their eyes and simultaneously replying. "You have no idea."

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