Yet another fast update! I can't believe the speed I've been doing these, man, it's insane. Well, I'll let you get to the story. It might not make sense, so let me know:P.
It was thirty long minutes of Fillmore serenading Sarge with "Hey Bulldog" by The Beatles, over and over again. It would have taken longer, had they not sped and raced most of the way. But after this, the two finally made it into town. Ahead of them was a line of buildings on either side of the main road, looking very much like Radiator Springs, but more populated. There were even small streets coming out of the main road, for several houses and other buildings, making the town stretch out to about two square miles, which was very large compared to Radiator Springs. From where Fillmore and Sarge were, the town started with a car wash on the right, tire service on the left, and mostly necessity stores followed. The name of the town was Carburetor City, having been in the very center of Carburetor County, and being the largest town on top of that.
"Where to first?" Sarge asked as they slowly drove up the street. Not too many cars were out, but the town was like Radiator Springs, and didn't mind so much the speed limits. The two looked from left to right at the different shops. They hadn't been there in quite some time; usually it was the other residents that went into town. Fillmore and Sarge never really needed too, unless they needed batteries or tye-dye or something. Either way, they'd always go together.
"Dude, do they even sell stereos like ours anymore?" Fillmore said in his low voice with a small laugh. Sarge looked up at him with a doubtful smile.
"I don't think so..." Sarge answered. He was driving in a perfectly straight line, looking very tense. But that was normal for him. Fillmore on the other hand, had continued to slightly swerve back and forth alongside his friend, and smiling to the few cars that passed.
"Let's check this one out," the hippie said, stopping in front of a shop covered from bottom to top in graffiti. A brightly lit display case included several different models of CD changers and different patterns for neon license plate covers. The sign, in neon of course, said 'Musik Capitol.' Fillmore stared at it for a few seconds with a weird look on his face, then smiled. He leaned over to Sarge, nudged him, and said, "Now that's corny."
The army jeep laughed. But before they could enter, a decked out Chevy drove in, pushing the swing doors. They peeked in the inside as the car went through, and saw several other cars browsing the shop, each of them looking similar. Some were brightly covered with mock-graffiti, and others had tail fins taller than they were.
"This place is so stupid," Fillmore said with a laugh, finding it hard to believe what these Cars were doing to themselves.
"Stop! They'll hear ya," Sarge said, nudging his friend and giving him a stern look.
"Let 'em," Fillmore said, lifting a tire. "Should we go in now?"
"I don't see why not," Sarge said. But before Fillmore could get in the building, a few 1969 Mustang girls smiled at him as they drove by. He gave them a lopsided smile in return, and entered the Musik Capitol.
The small room had perfectly polished black tile that reflected the bright blue-ish fluorescent lighting above. The walls had a bright green paint, with advertisements and promotional posters all over them. Shelves and counters lined the walls, mostly filled with music related add-ons for a car, including stereos with extra bass. Then on the other side of the shop were neon lights of every color, to line your frame with, so that you'd glow at night on the highway. Special items for street racing were in another corner. But at the very end was a circular counter for the cashier to stand behind; a new Mustang that must have been wearing one of each item in the store.
Fillmore still had a "you've gotta be kidding me" face on, and was smiling at the insanity of the products. Sarge had the same look, and they glanced over at each other, letting out a laugh.
"Let's just get the thing and get outta here," Sarge said, looking around the store from where he was, to see if they might have the stereo he was looking for.
"Hey! Hey man, this one's outta sight," Fillmore said, beckoning with his right tire for Sarge to come over. Fillmore pointed to one with a triumphant look on his face for having found it himself. It looked like it had been on that shelf for almost a year, completely untouched. It was a nice clear blue color, and looked much stronger than their last one.
"Well take it to the counter, hippie, so we can get the hell out of this place," Sarge told the van.
"Yes, sir!" Fillmore replied, mocking Sarge, who rolled his eyes. They headed towards the circular counter, and paid for the item. The Mustang cashier had been giving the pair a weird look the whole time they were there, and had to have known that they were quietly making fun of everything. After paying, the two hurriedly got out of the 'Musik Capitol.' They finally reached outside air, and Fillmore started laughing, and Sarge for some reason was trying not too.
"Man," Fillmore said, and that's all he needed to say about that place. Sarge quickly drove ahead of him, eager to leave Carburator City.
"Now we can leave," Sarge said, heading towards their small town. Fillmore quickly caught up with the Army jeep. They drove along the main street of the city, looking at the buildings they passed, the activity inside. But then, before Sarge could comprehend the situation, Fillmore pulled him by the tire into a sharp turn down Diesel Drive. "AAAH!" Fillmore let him go as he continued driving down the road, his expression still dazed and confused as normal. "Now what was that for?"
"Hey man, you promised me that we could go to my friend's shop, but I new if I reminded you, then you wouldn't let me. So I'm just taking you," Fillmore said stubbornly.
"You're wrong, I would go with you if you had just asked me," Sarge lied. The reason he was in such a hurry to leave was because he didn't want Fillmore to remember.
"Lies, lies, dude," Fillmore said teasingly. "Now just follow me."
"Alright, hippie. We'll go to the car's place, but I'm not coming inside," Sarge said, wanting to be able to at least have some say in what was happening.
"Whatever man. You're always such a drag," Fillmore said with a laugh, guiding the way.
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Part 2! I guess I'll have to have a 3rd one as well. Man, but the whole time I was writing this, I was so worried about the reader's not being able to understand the jokes, or being able to understand it at all for that matter, xD. And YES, it's true, I don't like the Delinquent Road Hazards or the unnecessary glowy stuff they have all over them. It was funny in the movie though, heh. So tell me if you could understand what I meant when I described stuff, cause I don't know if I did such a great job, you know? Well please review.
Peace, love, and old cars.
