Note: Miles belong to MartoVachkov2005 from Discord

"Ugh…" Speedrick moaned, dizzy as he was dragged by Blaze's tow. "My head…"

"You shouldn't have messed with the wrong family, bitch." Pickle hissed as he and Crusher followed them.

"Pickle, easy, we already let you and your family beat him up for 7 minutes," Blaze told him off. "Come on, let's just go pick up Sparkle and Baby Gherkin from Miles, and you and Crusher can be on your way,"

"Fine," Pickle sighed. "But keep Speedrick AWAY from Crusher,"

"You heard him, Rick," AJ snickered at the white truck. "Not a tire close to Crusher,"

"BUT HE JUST SAID TO KEEP AWAY!" Speedrick defended. "HE DIDN'T FORBID ME TO TOUCH HIM OR TAKE HIM!"

"THAT'S THE SAME DAMN THING, YOU IDIOT!" Pickle smacked his head.

"We better get to Miles fast, before Pickle kills Speedrick," Crusher chuckled. "Not that I mind if he did…"

X

"Alright, kids, let's tyeyk a break," a white truck with blue-grey lightning bolts and in a flame style (like Blaze's) sighed as he collapsed under a tree.

"Okay, Miles," Sparkle giggled, taking out her coloring books. "Come on, Gherkin, let's do some coloring!"

"YIPPEE!" Baby Gherkin giggled and did a flip before zooming to her best friend's side.

Miles watched them before yawning as he picked himself up and watched the girls color. He was just about to turn to take a nap when a familiar horn echoed through the air.

"Well, at least zey're here just in time to pick ze girls up," he sighed in relief as he turned to see familiar trucks approach him.

"Hey, Miles!" Blaze greeted.

"Hey zere, Blaze!" Miles greeted back with a smile. "Hi, AJ,"

"Hi, Miles," AJ waved. "How's Sparkle?"

"Behaved, as is Baby Gherkin," Miles told them before turning. "Oh, hey zere, Pickle and Crusher! Here to pick up Gherkin?"

"Yep! Thanks for watching over them, Miles!" Pickle beamed as they approached him.

"CWUSHA! PICKLE!" Gherkin cheered and flipped before zooming towards them.

"Hey, Baby Gherkin!" Crusher cooed as he took the baby truck in his tires. "Did you miss us?"

'Damn, he's good with kids…' Speedrick licked his lips as he watched the dark blue truck interact with the child. 'Him having MY kids would be perfect~'

"Blaze!" Sparkle zoomed towards her brother. "Miles, Gherkin and I had such a great time! We played hide and seek then tag then…!"

"Woah, woah, slow down, Sparkle," Blaze laughed. "I see you two had fun?"

"Yes, zey did," Miles chuckled and nodded before acknowledging the truck-turned race car. "Uh, and who is zis new truck staring at Crusher like a predator?"

"HEY!" Pickle slapped Speedrick with a growl. "Eyes off, pal!"

"That's… Speedrick," Blaze sighed. "He's our friend from Velocity Ville,"

"And as you can tell, he's got an interest on Crusher," AJ snorted.

"Zat is no surprise," Miles chuckled. "So many have an interest on him here,"

"But his 'interest' is becoming a little unhealthy," Blaze shook his head.

"Hey, lightning boy~" Speedrick drove over to the dark blue truck, pushing Pickle and Gherkin away. "You're really good with kids, huh?~"

"Yeah… what about it?" Crusher raised an eyebrow.

"How about we have some of our own?~" Speedrick purred, cornering the dark blue truck to the nearby tree. "Just you and me~"

"LEAVE CWUSHA ALONE!" Gherkin jumped and used her bottle to hit Speedrick on the head. "HE NOT YOURS!"

"Get away from me, you little brat!" Speedrick growled and kicked Gherkin away.

"HEY!" Pickle grabbed him by the hair and slammed him down on the ground. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY LITTLE SISTER?!"

"You okay, Baby Gherkin?" Sparkle asked, helping the crying little green truck up.

"No!" Gherkin sniffled. "Owie…"

"Hey! No hitting kids!" Miles yelled at the white truck. "And leave Crusher alone. He is tyeyken,"

"What are YOU going to do about, cop-boy?" Speedrick challenged with a huff.

Miles tensed. "Cop… boy?"

"Your ridiculous design," Speedrick scoffed. "You look like a fucking cop,"

"I hate cops." Miles growled. "Zey are annoying to me. I like street racing, and zey always try to stop me."

"Ugh, why do you even talk like such an idiot?" Speedrick groaned. "Your accent is so freaky and annoying that it's making me sick!"

"Zat is my normal accent, bitch!" Miles roared out.

"Really? What are you, Russian?" Speedrick raised an eyebrow. "The descendant of Hitler?"

"I'M BULGARIAN, YOU RACIST ASSHOLE!" Miles's eyes burnt in rage.

"Speedrick, we just told you to NOT be racist," Blaze face-palmed.

"Eh, Bulgarians stink. They sound like idiots," Speedrick shrugged.

"ZAT IS IT!" Miles roared out and pounced to attack the white truck.

"COUNT ME IN!" Pickle snarled and attacked as well. "NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER OR HARASSES MY BOYFRIEND!"

"This is gonna be a while," AJ snorted as Sparkle gave Gherkin a hug to comfort her.

"Speedrick doesn't want to get beaten up, but he won't shut up," Blaze groaned.

"Irony at it's finest," Crusher grinned.

"How long this time?" AJ asked

"8 minutes, I guess," Blaze shrugged.