New chapter! That was quick, wasn't it? Now I'm gonna warn you guys on something, Fillmore does say one little cuss word in here, but it's nothing bad. I say it all the time, in the same context, haha. So here you go man. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own the plot.

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It was another afternoon in Radiator Springs, and the residents were gathered around at Flo's V8 Cafe. The only car missing was Sheriff, who was doing his daily patrol at the billboard. Mater was sitting by the radio, trying to find something good to play, which was in between Fillmore and Sarge. He settled on, once again, country. Fillmore made a grossed-out face as Mater happily drove back to his usual gas pump.

"Whatsamatter?" Mater asked the van.

"That's the matter," the hippie replied, pointing at the boombox that was belting out Hank Williams Junior. Sarge rolled his eyes.

"But I thought you liked country!" Mater replied sadly. Everyone else looked over to Fillmore to his answer. Before he could answer, Sarge did.

"He likes the old good stuff," Sarge said, high-fiving Fillmore as he said it. "We like Johnny Cash!" They both smiled. Then Fillmore looked back down the where the music was coming from.

"But that's about as much country as I can handle," the van added, changing the boombox to his cherished Oldies station. On it was playing "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolf.

"Oh no you don't, boy," Sarge said, quickly changing it back.

"Ugh," the hippie said, sticking his tongue out, and changing it back. Sarge quickly pushed a button, and then Fillmore. The rest of Radiator Springs watched as the two continued.

"I bet you five-a dollars that Fillmore will quit first," Luigi said to Ramone, thinking of the veteren's unstoppable stubbornness.

"You're on, ese," the lowrider replied with a smile. When it came to music, Fillmore always found a way to come on top.

"It's over anyway!" Sarge yelled to Fillmore as they continued.

"Just because they stop singing doesn't mean it's over!" his friend replied in child-like manner. After nearly a minute passed, a sizzle noise came out of the music player, followed by...nothing. It had stopped playing anything all together. Sarge and Fillmore had been pelting the radio with their tires so hard, that it couldn't continue to operate. Mater gasped.

"You broke it!" Fillmore said, pointing an accusing tire to Sarge. The veteren replied with a gaped mouth.

"I didn't do a thing, hippie, you started it," Sarge said, scooting away.

"If you would just listen to my song like nice car, then it wouldn't have happened," Fillmore replied with a smirk, clearly not being serious anymore. Sarge made a noise between a sigh and a grumble, and looked the other way.

"Aw, now we cain't listen to music no more," Mater said sadly. Sarge looked over to the crestfallen little tow truck. Ramone and Flo gave him a look that plainly said "Make him feel better." Sarge got an angry look, but let it pass. He spoke to Mater.

"Don't worry soldier, Fillmore's gonna buy us another," Sarge said nicely, nudging Fillmore.

"What?" Fillmore said, glaring at Sarge. Sarge smiled and pointed at the hopeful tow truck. "Oh, um, yeah dude. Me and Sarge are both going," he said, then made a "haha, you have to come" look to the veteren.

"Yay!" Mater said, jumping up. The others laughed.

"Well, guess you two better be on your way to town then," Flo said, teasingly. Fillmore laughed, and Sarge gave a little chuckle.

"Yeah, alright," the veteren replied, pulling out of his spot. "Let's go, hippy."

"Far out," he said, pulling out. "We'll be back...whenever," he added to everyone else.

"Sounds promising," Doc said sarcastically.

The two started driving along Route 66.

"Just so you know, man, I'm buyin' this one," Fillmore said, swerving along the road.

"That's what I planned on," Sarge replied, dodging the crazy van.

"We're getting a real outta sight one this time. A real heavy one," Fillmore said. The veteren jeep gave him a wierd look.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, swerving playfully along with Fillmore.

"It's like, a, uh, term for cool, you know?"

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," Sarge replied.

"And then, there's the term 'gone' which also means cool. Like I could call you a 'real gone cat' and that means you're cool," Fillmore said. "Got it?"

"Yes...wait. Why am I learning forty year old slang?" his friend asked.

"Cause it's cool, that's why. Where are we headed to, anyway," Fillmore asked as he stopped swerving and drove straight.

"I'm not sure. Where's a place that we can get electronics around here?" Sarge asked. A slugbug was flying around his face, and he was busy trying to swat it with his antennae.

"I know this groovy dude with this shop in town we could check out," he said as the slugbug flew away. "It's a real bitchin' place. That's where I buy my stuff for tye-dye."

"Does he sell radios?" Sarge asked, knowing the answer that was to come. Fillmore thought for a second.

"No," he said, continuing to swerve again. Sarge laughed a little.

"I guess we'll stop by," Sage said, getting in a good mood.

"Right on!" Fillmore said with a mirror to mirror smile.

Sarge immediately regretted what he had said.

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This one's gonna have two parts, or maybe more:P. Well I hope you guys loved it. I thought about some of the old slang I know, and put it into the story, cause Fillmore's just cute with that stuff. So yeah man. Please review!

Peace, love, and Cars.