What's this? Two chapters in a week's time? I'm in shock at myself.

The Lizard: Aww thanks, I do keep notebooks of ideas for things, but yeah...writer's block :/ and lol not sure entirely what you meant by 'meater', but I'll take it as a compliment lol

That Guest Person: Yeah Go Go's a proud girl, but she's still new to how the world and people (outside of her circle) works, so she's just totally lost on what to do. And I didn't used to add the lisp to KC's speech, since really I think we can all imagine it when we read his dialogue anyway, but I just throw it in for humor purposes now lol.

DarkMeow159: hehe yeah you don't want friends you might kill you! And yes I was happy to give Turbs his old self back, the lisp thing was starting to get annoying to write lol. Go Go's story is far from finished, so you'll just have to wait and see what comes of her and her situation! :P

One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time

A Few Days Later...

"Turbs, are you sure you want to do this?" Stupid question, I know.

"Sure, I'm sure!" my ecstatic husband said as he rubbed in a coat of wax on his TurboTime car (which looked rather odd sitting on in the parking lot of our apartment building, I gotta say). "I've wanted to do this since that Pixar Ball we went to!"

I had almost forgotten about Turbs wanting a chance to race against the characters of Cars. At first, the idea of vehicles that possessed eyes and mouths and could also talk freaked him out, but it didn't take him long to want to race against them to prove that a guy driving a "dead car" (as they called it) was just as good as they were.

I handed Turbs his cup of ice water while he took a short break from his task. "I'm still worried about Chick Hicks cheating and wrecking you."

"Oh please, he wouldn't dare!" Turbo said in a confident manner before taking a few sips. "If he managed to kill me on the track, he'd get in big trouble, and no way would he risk that."

I took the cup back, then I looked down at the concrete sidewalk that we were standing on. "Gene did."

"Gene's a raving lunatic." He sat down beside the front tire on the driver's side and started shining the hubcap. "I sometimes think that guy has a wire crossed somewhere. Y'know how Gaston's all screwed up in the head because he 'came back wrong'? I think something's wrong with Gene like that."

"I don't think so. He's just a mean-spirited bully." I sat down on the curb, put the water glass beside me, then hugged my legs and propped my chin up on my knees. "Speaking of him, he's been rather quiet lately. You think he's up to something?"

"Blondie, he'd get in even bigger trouble than he already is if he tried anything," Turbs assured me, not looking up from his current chore. "And how would he do something to us anyway if he literally can't leave our movie-verse?"

I breathed out lightly through my nose and tilted my head so it would rest more comfortably on my knees. "I guess I do worry too much. Hey, you think Gigi would like to go watch?"

Turbo rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything sarcastic. He still thought it was stupid that I was trying to be friends with her. I didn't understand why he thought it was stupid, but oh well. "You can always ask her. And Crash and Burn'll be there too, don't forget."

"I didn't forget."

"You know, I'm curious where Gigi came from," he wondered out loud while he got up to move down to the back tire. "She kinda seems familiar, but I know I've never seen her before."

I shrugged. "I don't know. She said she came from some cancelled show, so I'm not sure where you saw her. Not that it matters, I guess."

"I guess not seeing as how she's here and not there."

Meanwhile...

Go Go pulled the hood of her shirt down over her face more, paranoid about being spotted in the alley way that she was in. Being a toon, she stuck out like a sore thumb, and she wanted to take no chances at being spotted.

"So you just pour a little of this into someone's drink, and it'll be enough to kill someone?"

"Yep," the short, skinny man who was in dire need of a bath quipped. He was obviously a user himself, if the twitching and the overall nervous mannerisms were anything to go by. "Just don't try to pin it on me, or I'll slit your throat."

Go Go wrinkled her nose in a sneer, tired of men giving her trouble. Bobby, as immature and boyish as he was, at least never threatened to harm her. She bit her tongue to keep from telling the drug dealer that she could easily kill him with one of her stilettos she had on, even though she doubted she would be able to go through with it. Then again, here she was buying liquid PCP so she could kill someone discreetly.

"Your secret's safe," she said to him as she dug out a wad of cash, which was most of her earnings through tips at IHOP. Speaking of IHOP, that was where she had found this man in the first place. "And if YOU rat ME out, I will find you."

The man grabbed the money and hastily flipped through the bills to make sure he wasn't getting ripped off, even holding a few up in the air to check for counterfeits. "Yeah, I'm real scared, little girl, piss off, eh?"

Go Go refrained from retorting back anything that would possess the man to kill her, and she stuck the small, clear vial in her small handbag that she had received from the shelter's donation box. She stuck her hands in her pockets and shrugged her shoulders up, keeping her head down as she briskly walked out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk.

Once she reached the corner, she heard her cell go off, and she reached in her bag to pull it out. She sighed wearily upon seeing it was from the very person she was tasked with killing. And it was an invite or all things, asking her if she wanted to go visit the Cars movie-verse and watch a race.

Go Go didn't know anything about this Cars place and really didn't have an interest in watching a race, despite never having seen one before. At the same time, this might prove to be the place where she could finally put an end to the suspense and get this killing thing over with.

So she texted back "yes".

Motor Speedway of the South - Cars Movie-Verse

Blondie's POV

You know, Cars was never one of my favorite movies until I became a Wreck-It Ralph. Having written stories that take place in TurboTime and Sugar Rush made me appreciate the world of racing a lot more, and that in turn resulted in me having more appreciation for Cars. Seeing all the sentient vehicles with their large expressive eyes and overall creative designs up close actually gave me some fangirl feels.

"Still scared of them?" I asked Turbs teasingly as we walked around the campground area where all the RVs and Campers were hanging out. Must be odd to be 'born' as a camper; does that mean they all were destined to be on vacation all the time?

"Nah," Turbo smiled with a small roll of the eyes. "Once the initial shock wore off, I was fine. Though I wonder if their insides are like a normal car's, or if they have guts like we do."

"Ewww!" I laughed and made a face at the thought, then shoved him lightly in the shoulder. "What a thing to wonder about!"

He shrugged innocently, and then we both heard an all-too-familiar voice call out to us. "Heya, chumps!" Vanellope was jogging over with an excited look on her face while Taffyta stayed at a steady, casual pace, looking as bored as ever.

"Wow, can ya believe this place!" Vanellope exclaimed once she reached us, and she kept on looking around all wide-eyed at the vehicle citizens. "I bet if my kart talked, it'd have all kinds of things to say!"

"Yeah, like how it wished that it was nearly as fast as my kart," Taffyta smirked before giving her lollipop another lick. Good thing she can't get cavities from those things.

"Or how it wished it was as fast as mine," Turbs chimed in.

"That old 8-bit car?" Taffyta scoffed. "You brought that to this super fancy racetrack?"

"Hey, my game was popular for a reason!" he retorted, glaring at her with his arms crossed.

"Oh boy," I said dryly, rolling my eyes. "Here we go, battle of the egos."

One of the RVs that were standing beside cleared his throat (do vehicles have throats?), which made us all snap to his attention. "Hey hey, two-leggeds, if anyone's gonna win this race, it's gonna be Lightning McQueen!"

Another RV, this one a bit smaller, glared at him. "No way, Chick's gonna win!"

"What did you say, fool! Them's fighting words!"

The two of them started arguing over their favorite racer, so the four of us non-vehicle people moved over somewhere else just in case they accidentally ran us over or something.

"They're both wrong, because The King would beat both of them anyway," Vanellope whispered to me behind her hand so no one would overhear her. I decided to not tell her that he wouldn't be joining in on the race since he was still retired, even after all these years of his role in the movie being over with. And I know this because Lightning said so on the phone when he talked to Turbs a few days ago.

I saw Turbo open his mouth to comment, but I nudged his side to make him hush.

"Come on, Vanellope, we need to get back to our karts and make sure some crazy didn't do something to them," Taffyta said as she tugged on Vanellope's sleeve.

"Aw, fine, we'll see you chumps later after I win the race!" The two girls went back to weaving through the crowd, careful not to bump any of the cars on their way.

"I still vote Lightning to win," Turbs said to me while he rubbed on his side where I'd nudged him.

I gasped in faux shock. "You mean you think he can beat even you?"

"What, the guy's a newer model, of course he'd beat me," he replied without a moment of hesitation. "I'm still gonna give it my all, of course, but I very highly doubt my old racer is gonna be much of a match against him."

"Just because it's designed to be older shouldn't mean anything." I smiled and gave him a rub on the arm. "And it's not like you really drove it all that much despite your backstory, so it's still in good shape at least!"

He shrugged, not looking all that convinced. "Don't matter anyway, it's just an empty cup we're fighting for."

I gave him a surprised look. "Did you just quote the movie?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I didn't think you'd seen it."

"What do you mean, I love this movie!" Turbs informed me, looking at me as if I was insane for not knowing this piece of trivia already. "I've watched three times in the past month!"

I felt a little stupid for not knowing that. What the heck else do I not know? "Oh."

"I watched it on a few of my off days while you were sleeping." He took my hand while we kept on walking, heading back to where his car was parked. "It's not that big of a deal."

"No, but...geez, do we really not spend that much time together anymore?" I asked sadly.

"Blondie, we spend more time with each other than we do anybody else." He took his hand from mine and put his arm around my shoulders instead and leaned his head against mine briefly. "Don't be all pouty right before I kick the competition's tail," he joked, rubbing my arm a bit. "I love you."

I smiled and pressed my head back on his. "Love you too." I glanced around the area and added, "Geez, what's taking Gigi so long? She said she went to go grab some sodas for us, but it's taking her forever."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the track...

'This place is kinda creepy,' Burn said to his twin as they sat under the shade of a nearby tent. 'I'd freak if MY car started talking and junk.'

'Hey, don't say that out loud, you might offend one of them!'

'Dude, they can't hear us!' Burn thumped Crash on his helmet in jest. 'They're not from our movie-verse, remember?'

'Oh right.' Crash sighed and let his head hang back to rest. 'Too bad Bobby didn't want to come.'

'He still bent up over that chick that ran off, the one you told me about?' Burn took his helmet off to give it a quick spit-shine. 'I say forget about her. Some chick leaves me hanging, I'm not gonna fool with it.'

Crash rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids and decided to not to bother expanding on this particular subject. 'Hey, wanna find something to drink? I'm gettin' thirsty.'

'The only thing around HERE to drink is probably gasoline or motor oil, but okay.'

'That tow truck that tried to talk to us seemed to like it,' Crash laughed, referring to Mater, who was Lightning McQueen's best friend. He had very eagerly tried to start a conversation with the two "mutt" boys (he had meant to say 'mute') and even talked in baby talk to them thinking that perhaps they didn't speak English, much to Burn's extreme annoyance. When Burn flipped him the middle finger, thankfully Mater didn't get it and went off to go bother someone else.

'Please don't ever remind me that he exists again, I wanted to punch his face except that would've broken my hand.'

Go Go clutched the vial protectively to her chest, even though she was safely tucked away out of sight in the restroom located in the seating area of the stadium (How in Walt's name does a car use a restroom?, she thought). All she had to do was spike the bottle of soda she had with her, offer it casually to Turbo's wife, and then it would all be over. Technically, she would be killing herself without her own knowledge, so hopefully this scheme wouldn't come back to bite her.

It was so simple in theory, really, to kill a person; in practice, it was more difficult. Now that she was even closer to achieving her goal, she felt even more sick about it. She'd already thrown up once in the past ten minutes, and she knew that the longer she delayed with this, the sicker she was going to be.

She twisted the bottle off, the fizzing noise sounding a lot louder to her than it normally would. She stared down into the dark contents. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she dumped the vial of illegal substance into the soda. She swirled the bottle around a few times for good measure before tightly twisting the cap back on the top of it. She hid the vial in her handbag, making a note to smash it somewhere else when she got back to the Real World.

'Man, it sucks not having anyone understand us!'

Burn had his usual scowl on his face, his arms crossed as he walked with his brother around to all the different tents. They could understand the cars just fine, but the other way around proved impossible.

'Let's just go find Turbo,' Crash suggested. 'At least he can translate for us.'

'So lame. Hey I saw those Sugar Rush kids' karts here too, maybe we can get one of them to score some soda for us.'

'Well, whoever we run into first, we can-' Crash's voice trailed off as he stared out in front of him. 'Whoa, who's THAT?'

Burn followed his gaze and it landed on a very nicely-drawn toon girl with tan skin and bi-colored hair. 'I dunno, some chick?'

'THANK YOU, Captain Obvious,' Crash said while lightly pushing at his twin's helmet, then he turned his attention back to the mystery girl. 'Maybe she knows where some soda is, wanna talk to her?'

Burn gave him a very flat look, which was his other trademark expession besides the scowl. 'We can't talk to her, numbskull, she wouldn't understand us, remember? Stupid rules...'

'Crap, this really DOES suck!' Crash adjusted his helmet on his head better and sighed, then he watched the mystery girl go up and start talking to someone. 'Oh hey, there's Turbo and the Missus, let's go over there!'

Burn let out a small groan under his breath, but Crash grabbed him by the elbow to hurry him along regardless.

Blondie's POV

"Sorry it took so long; I couldn't find a vending machine that had regular human drinks in it."

"It's fine, thanks," I smiled as I took the bottle of soda from Gigi. "Turbs, you sure didn't want any? You can have some of mine."

"Nah, I'm good," he declined, putting a hand up in front of him. "Hey, since you two are together, I'm gonna check on my car real quick. It's getting close to race time."

"All right," I said to him right when he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I still get all flustered when he does that in front of people. I smiled and turned my head back towards Gigi and noticed she looked really pale in the face. "Hey, you all right?"

She jerked as if she hadn't been paying attention, then hugged her arms to her. "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I was just...daydreaming, I guess."

"Ha, I thought I was the only one that did that." I started to twist off the cap to the soda that Gigi handed me. I've been dying for a taste of this stuff since we got here. I guess you could say I'm a caffeine addict, haha.

Go Go felt her insides churn, and part of her wanted to slap the bottle out of the blonde's hands and break down in a tearful confession; the other part thought about how Gene had threatened to hurt Bobby, or even kill him, if she didn't go through with this. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her moral compass from making her react.

And then it happened.

'Aw that's just wrong, I'm dying of thirst and SHE is over there drinking a soda in front of me!'

Go Go was so shocked to 'hear' a voiceless character (he 'sounded' like the humming of a car engine) that she jerked almost violently in the direction that she'd heard it. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the 8-bit TurboTime twins heading over to them. When had THEY come into existence? She had thought they had died within the canon universe of their movie, but then again, stranger things have happened.

"What's wrong?"

Blondie's POV

I guess my voice startled her; when I asked Gigi what was wrong, she jerked at me like I'd just slapped her with a hot iron. I still had my hand on the bottlecap, since it was giving me some trouble. Sure was twisted on there tight; it was hurting my hand actually.

She looked terribly flustered, which is saying something considering she's one of the most nervous people I've ever met (was I ever like that, once upon a time?) and I saw her eyes flick over to me then to my soda then off to the side. I turned my head and saw the twins heading over.

"Oh, hey guys!" I greeted them cheerily, even though I wasn't sure if Burn was even going to play nice today. He still worried me what with that temper of his, but according to Turbo and Crash, he was trying to be nicer. "Gigi, that's Crash and Burn. Guys, this is Gigi, she's been hanging with me the last few days."

Crash looked adorably shy, hanging back behind his brother just a hair. Aww, does he think Gigi's cute? That would adorable. Except since Gigi isn't from their movie-verse, she wouldn't understand him. Crash did a little wave, and Gigi looked a little uncomfortable but waved back. Burn looked at my soda with longing.

And don't ask how I can tell the difference between the two, I just can.

'That soda looks so good, maybe she'll give it to me if I'm nice.'

Go Go wanted nothing more than to lash out and say that it was NOT for him to drink; she wasn't supposed to kill a TurboTime twin, she was supposed to be killing Turbo's precious wife, for Walt's sake!

Then again, if she DID say something to the boys, they would know that she could understand them and catch on that she was from their movie-verse and be asking questions; questions that she didn't want to answer.

She couldn't tell the difference in the two, but the one that had spoken donned a pair of puppy-dog eyes (how that was possible with his blocky face, she didn't know, but he managed to do it) and then put his hands up in a pleading gesture.

'Are you seriously begging?' the other twin had asked, the one that had waved at her for whatever reason.

'Shut up, she can't hear me, what else I can do?'

To Go Go's horror, Mrs. Turbo looked down at her soda and then handed it over to the twin without much hesitation. "Here, you can have it. I can't get it open anyway."

Go Go's insides all turned into mush and she could feel herself wanting to say "NO!", but she repressed the urge by biting down on her tongue harder. No no no, don't let him drink that!

'Thanks, lady!' the twin said before grabbing the soda from her and then started wrestling with it to open it. 'Crash, you want some of this when I get it open?'

'Nah, I'm good. I don't want to drink after you anyway.'

"You're welcome," Mrs. Turbo said in a voice that implied that she wasn't even sure if he'd said "thank you" or not. "Hey, I'm gonna go sit with the pit crew that Lightning lent to Turbs for the race, so I'll see y'all later. Gigi, you want to come with me?"

Go Go barely registered what she was saying because she was too busy staring at who she believed was Burn gulping a large swallow of the PCP-laced drink. The guy's eyes popped open to their fullest extent after that and he suddenly spat out what he hadn't swallowed, spraying the back bumper of the sleeping RV in front of him.

'OH GROSS, this stuff tastes like battery acid or something!' Burn stuck his tongue out in a displeased expression and promptly poured out the poison onto the ground.

'Burn!' Crash yelled at him in shock, throwing his arms up. 'Bro, don't waste that!'

"Hey, if you didn't like it, you could've given it back!" Mrs. Turbo said in an irritated voice, crossing her arms. "Gigi had to go hunt that thing down for me earlier!"

'I'm telling you, this stuff is sick!' Burn kept on insisting even after he finished pouring out all the soda and then chunking it into the nearest trash can. 'Yuck, I can still taste it! I almost want to go throw up what I DID drink but then I'd have to taste it again!'

'You could've let ME have a taste first!'

'No way, I love you too much to let you go through that agony! YUCK!'

Mrs. Turbo, who of course hadn't heard any of this exchange, only shook her head at them. "Okay, I'm leaving. Don't ever waste soda like that again. Gigi, you comin' with-"

"I need to use the ladies' room," Go Go said quickly before spinning around and practically running in the opposite direction. She didn't even care what the others said about her odd exit, she needed to get AWAY from these people. She couldn't think properly, the whole world spun around as she weaved her way around, not even noticing that she had passed Vanellope and Taffyta at one point (not that they noticed, as they were busy talking to Strip "The King" Weathers, who had made an appearance after all, along with his beloved wife, Lynda, aka Mrs. The King).

NOW WHAT? Had he even drank enough to kill him? Or perhaps only enough to give him the nonlethal side effects? She didn't even really want to stick around and find out, except it would be suspicious if she just left now.