Oh my god! I was passing our hospital and I SAW SALLY! Okay, so the car didn't have eyes, and maybe it was silver, not blue, but still, IT WAS SALLY! I wanted to run up to it a hug it! Well, for now, I have my sister's remote control Sally. (Hugs fake Sally) So anyway, to the story!

"Guido, stop-a messing up-a de tires!"

"Mi non dite di smettere di scompigliare su quelle gomme!"

"It's my-a tire store, not yours!"

"Migliorate siete felici voi parlate italiano, anche."

"What do you-a mean by that?"

As this conversation was going on, Lightning and Sally were busy taking every single magazine from Lizzie's into a huge pile outside, making sure not a single magazine strayed away from the pile. Lexie and Mater watched them in their enjoyment, laughing at the fact that nobody knew what they were doing. This was going to be one huge bonfire.

"So," said Lexie. "When do I set the match?"

"Why can't I do the match?" asked Mater.

"Well… see, I'm a little more trustworthy when it comes to fire. You have how much experience with fire?"

"None."

"Exactly."

"Almost done, guys!" said Sally. She turned around to Lightning. "This will SO lower my RPMs."

"Your RPMs are low enough," said Lightning. "What needs to go down is the fact that you and I can't get married in this town. We've gotta do something."

"Maybe we shouldn't get married."

Lightning's heart shattered as soon as he heard that. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"What? NO! I would, I would never. It's just, maybe this is a sign. A sign that it's too soon."

"Do you wanna marry me?"

"Of course I do, Lightning. I mean, you're everything to me. But I think we might be rushing things a bit."

"Doc'll come to his senses."

"You sure about that? Doc's a rock, Lightning."

"But he can take a bet, can't he?"

"A bet? You're not gonna race him again, are you?"

"No, but it has to do with the Piston Cup. If I win, I get to marry you."

"WHAT? That's too much of a gamble. What happens if you don't win?"

"If I don't, then I'll find a way. Don't worry, we'll be able to be together."

"I love it when you're like this."

"I love you." Lightning gave Sally a little kiss and continued moving magazines from Lizzie's store to the pile outside. All was good. For now.

But that was all about to change.

"SALLY!"

Sally recognized that voice, and it was terrifying to hear it again. No, not here! Not now! She turned around to see the bright-yellow 1950 Bentley MK VI Chapron Drophead Coupé come right towards her. She couldn't escape her past now. "Hi… mom."

"Sally, dearest, what are you doing, with all of these magazines? They're the reason we in LA live!"

"That's the reason we're burning them. Set the match, Lexie!"

Lexie started laughing maniacally as to make the impression that she was some evil scientist. It actually scared Mater a bit, because he thought that Lexie was starting to be possessed by the devil. He drove around in circles, screaming "It's the ghost light!" as soon as Lexie put the match on the magazines. It was good feeling for everybody. Well, almost.

"Setting a match to magazines is a sin."

"So what? It makes good heat."

"Who needs heat in this wasteland?"

"WASTELAND? Mom, this is my home."

"Home? This place is a dump! And that Cozy Cone is a motel? Motels are not acceptable in our family, Sally, you know that."

"To you, nothing is acceptable in our family!"

"Not everything, but racing is, too, and here you are dating a racecar!"

"Just because he's a racecar doesn't mean he's not a good person!"

"Sally, racecars are terrible people! They're the reason that your generation is living such horrible lives."

"At least my generation is open-minded! Give him a chance, mom!"

"Give this idiot a chance? I beg to differ."

"You've never met him!"

"I can tell a person by their picture. You were better off with your boss."

"My boss was 30 years older than me! He's old enough to be my dad!"

"He was a fine man who treated you well."

"Mom, I'm in love, alright? You told me a long time ago that when you're in love, you're in love. Nothing you can do about it, right? Of course right!"

As Sally was saying her last sentence, she could here some type of rap music playing, thinking it was Lexie at first, but then saw four cars with amazingly bright colors, except for that one orange one, as seeing his paint was nearly worn. No, it couldn't be them. Not them again. And with somebody else, too. Some guy with a mustache.

As Lightning was finishing putting the last of the magazines in the bonfire, Lexie had stopped laughing like a villain from Superman and just stared at Wingo. Who was that hottie? Whoever he was, Lexie knew that she wanted him. She put on those eyes that said "come hither", but soon realized that was too obvious. A smile would be good when he looked at her. Lightning saw Sally talking to her mother, and almost figured that it would be a bad idea to go over there, but he had to introduce himself. He wanted to seem the least bit polite to his almost mother-in-law. He drove over, thinking quickly of what he should say to her. "Hey, Sal, so who's this?"

"Well…" started Sally. "This is my, my mother."

"Um, nice to meet you."

Sally's mom gave Lightning a glare that wasn't that hard to define. It was a look that Lightning had loathed every since he was a little kid, as he got it a lot. It reminded him too much of his past. "…okay." He turned to Sally. "Um, so, we started the fire before I got the last bit in, but somehow, it's in."

"Good job."

Sally and Lightning were both confused, seeing how that was a man's voice, because Sally hadn't moved her mouth at all. They looked over Sally's mom's rear-view mirrors, to see the Delinquent Road Hazards and Chick Hick, Chick in the middle, who stood out so much, it wasn't even funny. He looked ridiculous. "So, Lightning, you know, I told these four to catch you at an embarrassing moment, and oh boy, did they catch you."

Lightning narrowed his eyes on Chick. This wasn't the first time Chick had hired these four to do his work for him. There was one time a few months back when he hired them to get his stuff from Mack. But compared to what he did now, that was absolutely nothing. "Chick, I may be the number one victim of you, but somehow, I keep winning those races. What do you think about that?"

"I'm not the one who kissed a rusty old tow truck."

Lightning growled. He didn't want to make a bad impression on Sally's mother, but this was too much. He revved up his engine as loud as he could, as to give Chick a warning to leave him alone, or life wouldn't get any better for him.

"Oh, what, go ahead. Rev up you engine. So anyway, how is that tow truck of yours? I heard rumors that you two had some… fun afterwards."

"That… is… IT!" Lightning was about to drive Chick away, if it weren't for Sally pulling up in front of him.

"He's not worth it, Lightning," said Sally. She sounded as if she was a little nervous about how it would turn out had he done it. Well, a lot would've happened. Lightning probably would've gotten really badly injured, and unable to race the Piston Cup, therefore, Lightning and Sally wouldn't be able to get married. Or something like that. "Just leave him alone. There's better things we can do."

"…better?"

"Yeah, like, check him in." With every word, she winked, as if to tell him of the mischief she was up to, which Lightning didn't get at first, but then realized that she was up to something.

"Yeah, that's right, John Jones. We'll take you straight to your room."

"More like race you to your room."

"Race?"

"Yeah. See, here's the thing. There's only one room left at the Wheel Well, and it's full of cobwebs and dust. But you see, I live in the little penthouse. We'll give you that room rather than the old undecorated one, if you win the race."

"Yeah, and don't cry after you lose to me, alright?"

"Oh, he's not racing you. He's racing me."

"You? Are you insane?"

"No, just a little crazy. And boy, do I love it!"

"Sally!" said Sally's mom.

"Mother, forget it, alright? I'm racing him. Unless he wants the old room."

Chick narrowed his on Sally, thinking that Lightning was right, for once. How was this girl going to beat him? He was the Chick Hicks, the (second) fastest racer in the Piston Cup! "You're on, sweetheart."

Now, my question, I think Sally is faster than Chick. She's almost as fast as Lightning according to Disney Adventures. But there will be trouble on that track;

that much I'll tell you. Now, what about Lexie and Wingo? I'm awesome, aren't I? Thought so.

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