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Okay! Now, onto da chapter!

Chapter 20- Chester, Joy and Frances

Guido and Mack stood guard beside Lightning McQueen's trailer, parked at Thunder Hollow Speedway. Only now, the trailer boasted a banner advertising Jocko Flocko's Party Supplies. Behind the trailer, Luigi was tyre-deep in mud, spinning his rear wheels, so that Lightning would get caked in mud, thus concealing his identity. When Luigi was done, the stock car spat some mud out.

"You, sir, are officially incognito", Mack declared, satisfied. "No one's bothering you."

"The great Lightning McQueen", Luigi proclaimed sadly.

"I can feel it, guys!" Lightning announced. "Tonight is the night I find my speed!" As Guido used a cloth to wipe away mud in the shape of the number 15, Lightning looked around at his friends. "So, do you think this disguise'll work?"

As if on cue, he heard an excited, giggly voice (which almost sounded like a southern accent, but not quite) behind him. "Oh, my God! It's Lightning McQueen!"

Lightning, Luigi, Guido and Mack turned to find a teenage girl stood there. She had long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail. She was dressed in dark sunglasses; a faded, torn red cap; a blue plaid flannel shirt; a long white T-shirt underneath; ripped jeans and formerly-white sneakers. All of the clothes had mud on them.

"Uh..." Lightning wasn't sure what to say. "I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My name's Chester Whipplefilter."

"No. You're Lightning McQueen!" this teenager insisted. "I'd know you anywhere!"

Lightning could tell that she was serious. "All right. Fine. I'm Lightning McQueen."

"I am such a big fan!" Even though her voice was giggly, Lightning didn't pay much attention to it. He knew some people, like Fudge, giggled a lot when they were excited and nervous.

"Uh... Thanks. What's your name?"

"Joy. Joy 'Rider' Sweet."

"Pretty name."

"Thanks! Can I get a picture with you?"

"Uh... Sure."

So, Joy snapped some photos with Lightning McQueen joyfully. "You know, I can't believe you're here! It is such an honour to meet you!"

"Thanks... Hey. Does anyone else know it's me?"

"I'm not sure", Joy replied honestly.

"Well, could you please do me a favour and not say anything to anyone? I'm supposed to be... you know..."

Joy nodded. "I understand. I'm one of you."

Confusion took over Lightning's face. "Uh... What do you mean?"

Joy surprised everyone by pulling off her hat and hair and sliding off her sunglasses. As it turns out, Joy "Rider" Sweet didn't exist. It was Fudge all along!

"Fudge!" Lightning exclaimed, laughing. "You scared me! I thought my cover was blown!"

"Sorry!" she giggled in her normal voice. "It was just a good idea! What do you think? I look pretty good, huh?"

"Yeah, you look great!" the race car informed her.

"Can you believe it?!" She stuck out her arms and did a turn. "I got this whole outfit for under twenty bucks." Then she caught sight of Lightning and Luigi in the mud. "Hey. How come you guys get to play in the mud and when I do it, it's all, 'Oh, Fudge!' and, 'We can't have Uncle and Mama Topolino seeing you like that!'"

Luigi, Guido and Lightning laughed. One time, Mater took Fudge to play in mud when Luigi's aunt and uncle were on their way and Luigi wasn't happy.

"Well, you are covered in mud too, Fudge", Luigi pointed out. "I will let you off this time."

"Yeah, we can make an exception for this. It's sacred dirt", Lightning added.

"Sacred dirt", Fudge repeated.

"So, Joy 'Rider' Sweet, huh?"

"Yep. Got a nice ring to it, don't you think?

"Yep."

"It was either that or Regina Phalange." (Lightning laughed.) (AN: Anyone know that reference?) "So, Chester Whipplefilter, huh?"

"Yep... What took you so long?"

"Cruz and I got lost", Fudge lied. No way was she telling him what had happened to make them late.

"Okay. Are you ready to go?" Cruz asked Fudge once she gathered up the clothes she wanted to wear that night.

"Yeah, I think so."

However, on the way out, they passed the toy section of the thrift shop.

"Hey! Hey, Cruz! Look!" Fudge picked up a foam sword and stuck it behind her head, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out.

Cruz laughed and picked up a sword of her own, aiming it at Fudge.

Fudge aimed her sword at Cruz, yelling, "En garde!"

"Flame Boy versus Laser Child!" Cruz announced.

Right then and there, the two had a swordfight, shrieking with laughter, until Cruz asked Hamilton for the time.

"Time is six-sixteen PM", Hamilton reported.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "We better get going!"

Before they headed to Thunder Hollow, Fudge changed in a bathroom (and she remembered why she didn't like jeans anymore and hadn't worn them since she was eleven; they were just so tight and uncomfortable!). Cruz tied her friend's hair in a ponytail and was surprisingly good at it. Then Fudge bought some sushi to eat on the way there.

"Dinner", she'd explained to Cruz, who just smiled.

When they arrived at the speedway, Fudge's eyes widened. There were cars and the odd human everywhere and a lot of them looked very tough and rowdy. Some were kicking up mud. It was very overwhelming. The first thing she did was roll in a little bit of mud to get a little dirty and look like she belonged.

The largest group of humans consisted of five of them, all stood by the fence to the track, holding helmets and roller skates and smoking cigarettes. They all looked very strong and aggressive. There was a tall blonde woman in a red tank top and really short black skirt. Next to her were an Asian man with spiky hair and wearing a white jumpsuit with flames on it and an Asian woman in a pale blue jumpsuit. Those three looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, but the dark-haired man next to them, who was dressed like a cowboy, appeared to be in his early forties. Fudge couldn't even tell how old the last guy was. He looked like he weighed at least two hundred pounds, he had a shaved head and wore jeans and a black polo shirt. He kind of looked like a security guard.

When they saw Fudge, the blonde held out her pack of cigarettes to the sixteen-year-old. "Want one?" she offered.

Fudge shook her head and spoke with the best southern accent she could put on. "No, thanks. I don't smoke." She knew her accent wasn't a hundred per cent convincing, but these humans paid no attention to that.

"You don't?" the Asian woman cried, disbelievingly.

"What? Is the baby afraid of a little smoke?" the cowboy laughed.

"I guess so!" The Asian man smirked.

"I'm not a baby", Fudge informed them calmly.

"That's exactly what a baby would say!" the cowboy proclaimed.

"What's your name, kid?" the blonde asked abruptly.

"Fu-" Fudge began before stopping to correct herself. "Joy 'Rider' Sweet."

For some reason, that made all of them crack up.

"Sweet!" the blonde hooted. "Sweetheart!"

That just made them laugh even harder and Fudge's face burn. It turned out they had cool stage names. The blonde was Roxy Rocket. The Asian man and woman were Fire and Ice respectively. The cowboy was Wild Wes. Finally, the guy who looked like a security guard was... Benny.

"I guess you'll see us put on a show you wouldn't have the guts to do!" Roxy Rocket proclaimed.

Once again, Fudge didn't understand why the others were laughing.

"Come on, Joy!" Cruz tugged on the human girl's arm.

"Yeah, let's go find our friends", Fudge murmured, thinking, Saved! She could hear the other humans laughing as she walked away.

Lightning knew that Fudge was lying about being lost, but didn't push it. He had more important things on his mind.

"I didn't miss anything, did I?" Fudge questioned.

"Nope. But I think it's almost time for me to-"

"Racers!" a voice boomed over the PA. "Get on over to the starting line! Pronto!"

"Well, that's me!" Lightning announced.

Fudge accompanied Lightning onto the track.

"All right. No more straight lines", Lightning proclaimed. "Just a good old-fashioned oval."

Fudge smiled at him. "Good luck."

However, as the two of them looked around the track, a perfectly nice, normal dirt track, both of them got the feeling that something wasn't right, but neither of them could put a finger/tyre on what it was.

"Hey now!" an official, a dark green truck with the name Roscoe written on his side, greeted Lightning. "You that out-of-towner?"

"Uh, yes. That's me. Chester Whipplefilter."

"And I'm Frances Beltline!" a new voice piped up behind them. It was Cruz! She'd covered the Rust-Eze Racing Center logo on her sides in dirt.

For the second time that day, Lightning was surprised to see her and it occurred to Fudge that they never explicitly said that Cruz was invited. "Cruz! What are you doing?!"

"I'm your trainer", she explained. "Gonna track your speed from the infield. Whipplefilter."

"Fine", Lightning complied reluctantly. "Just stay out of the way."

Cruz nodded.

"What 'bout you?" Roscoe asked, eyeing Fudge.

"Oh! I'm not racing", she explained.

"Well, then, what're you doin' on the track? Didn't you read the sign?" He gestured to the sign by the entrance that read: RACERS ONLY PAST THIS POINT. VIOLATORS WILL BE TOTALLED.

"Oh, I didn't see the sign", Fudge admitted, fearing the amount of trouble she was going to get in. "Sorry. I-" She started to leave.

"Know what happens now?" Roscoe quizzed her.

"No. What?"

"You race!"

"What?" Fudge gasped.

"What?!" McQueen was equally horrified.

"Humans race here too?"

Roscoe nodded. "They do here, but it's banned in forty-nine states."

Fudge knew that cars and humans racing together wasn't exactly common, but she didn't know it was banned in forty-nine states. That wasn't true, was it?

"You can't do that!" Lightning protested. "She's just a kid!"

"Name?" Roscoe asked Fudge, ignoring "Chester".

"Joy Sweet."

"Mitch!" Roscoe called out after writing her name down and a blonde human man in a heavy denim jacket and torn faded red cap like Fudge's came over. "Suit her up!"

Mitch, the human, loaded Fudge up with a helmet, shoulder, knee and elbow pads and roller skates. "We gotta make sure we have the safety gear", he explained in a gruff voice. "Place not too far from Thunder Hollow got sued a couple years back."

As Fudge got suited up, she remembered that while she hadn't done an awful lot of roller skating in her life, she'd done enough of it to know two things. The first thing she knew was that there were two types of humans when it came to roller skating: those who could do it and the idiots who clung to the sides for their lives. The second thing she knew about roller skating was that she most definitely fell into the latter category. Sure enough, as soon as she tried to stand up on her skates, she nearly fell over.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed as, luckily, Lightning caught her.

"Thanks!" she sighed in relief, giving him a grateful smile. "I can't skate!" she groaned. "Moving on wheels is hard! How do you cars do it?"

"We just do", Lightning pointed out. "It'll be just as hard for a car to get around if you just randomly gave them a pair of legs."

"True", Fudge realised. "Whoa!" she cried as she almost slipped again.

"Are you gonna be able to do this?" Cruz wanted to know.

"Not well!" Fudge responded, struggling to keep herself upright.

That was when Lightning realised what was off about this place. There were only the three of them and the two officials on the track. "Excuse me! Sir?" he called out to Roscoe. "Where are the other racers?"

"Oh, they'll be along", Roscoe told them ominously. "We always let our guests start... right up front."

Once again, that was a short chapter, but I wanted the demolition derby to be its own individual chapter.

Just a little bit of trivia:

1. I made Fudge's fake last name Sweet because... well, fudge is sweet. It was actually my sister who gave me that idea.

2. I've read quite a few Cars fan fics with human OCs in them where the humans wear roller skates in order to keep up with the cars. While I kind of like that, I think Fudge would be far too uncoordinated to do that. There was a bit of that in this chapter and in the next one.

3. In case you couldn't tell, I've made the Thunder Hollow Crazy Eight a combination of a demolition derby/roller derby. I wanted to get Fudge involved, even though I feel the way I did it was a bit of a stretch. (Although, that sign I mentioned is actually in the movie, so...)

Either way, though, please review!