Disclaimer

Copyright 2003 by Vladimir Mikhail.

This book is brought to you by ViciousLugia, but it was written by me, Vladimir Mikhail. But, of course you know that I can't give away my real name... (;b)

I don't own anything but the fanfic itself.

Imports Vs. Domestic WAR

Narrarator: It is summer 2003, in a near but impossible future. imports have dominated the automobile market. The remaining domestic companies have joined forcesto return the market back to it's original state- by force.

Ford president: All fords, hold together and battle against the upcoming army if Honda imports!

(Ford autos -Starting with F350s, then Mustangs- roll into battle as tons of Hondas -S2000s and Civics- roll up the beach.)

Bush: Yeah, imports!

(Bush begins keying and wacking the Fords.)

Ford President: Those aren't imports!

Bush: They were imported from Michigan, and we are in california!

Ford President: Still, they are not imports! Now, look! Toyota and Nissan have come to aid Honda. We must do something before Mitsubishi comes!

(A ship arrives, and Toyotas and Nissans -Supras, Celicas, Maximas, Skylines- Roll off.)

Bush: Traitors!

(Bush watches the Supras.)

Chevrolet and Dodge President: We have come to your aid in the war against Imports.

(Corvettes and Vipers roll out.)

Narrator: A couple hours later, after defeating the last shipment of imports, the allied domestic companies have come to Germany.

Ford President: Finally, we have defeated the Japanese imports- for now. We shall go to Germany, to smash the car factories. We have a wall cannon. Protect it as it heads for the McLaren office.

(Cannon heads for office, steadily down the roads.)

Chevrolet President: Hehe, destroy all Porsches and VWs on the way!

Dodge President: Ram 'em all down!

(Cannon blows down wall.)

Dodge President: The wall is down! All trucks, ram out any unused McLarens!

Chevrolet President: All muscle cars, smash the desks and destroy the computers.

Bush: Uh... Guys? I think you should come here...

Ford President: Ignore him.

Chevrolet Employee in Silverado: Guys, you should come here; Something's not right here...

(V-16 McLaren F1 Le Mans GTR SE 2005 -with NOS bottles in revolver style comes out of shadows.)

Ford Employee in Mustang with a group of Thunderbirds: Oh no! A McLaren has come to smoke us all in a Drag Race!

(McLaren fires up engine(s) and all Thunderbirds explode.)

Ludacris:...911 please call the doctor!

Everyone: Huh? (O_o)

Bush: Ahhh! The guy in the car is a ghost!

Ghost: Right you are! I am bruce McLaren!

(Whatever)

Bruce McLaren: Who dares to challenge me?

(All cars scramble except Saleen S7 in the distance.)

Guy in Saleen: I challenge!

Bruce McLaren: You don't know how to Drag Race!

Guy in Saleen: Yes I can, I'm Bruce Almighty!

Bruce McLaren: You're Jim Carrey.

Jim Carrey: Damn.

Paul Walker: C'mon! Start the race!

Tyrese: Yeah!

Bush: Start your... Uh... Engines!

(Cars fire engines)

Bush: Ready, go, set...

(Coth cars shoot off, and fire smoke in his face.)

Narrator: After two minutes, the two cars found themselves being chased by several police.

Jim Carrey: Darn. The police are on our tail. We can't escape them!

Bruce McLaren: Maybe you can't. but I'm a ghost.

Voice: You are not worthy to drive a Saleen! Leave the racing to me!

Ford President w/ walkie talkie: I think I've heard that voice from a primitive recording...

Voice: It is , the ghost of Henry Ford, here to save the domestic cars from the Eurasian-

(Ford President bows to Henry Ford's voice in the microphone.)

(Jim Carrey loses control of the car to Henry Ford.)

Police Officer #1: Request permission to use spike strip.

Police officer #2: Go ahead.

(#1 lays spike strip on road.. The Saleen speeds past.)

#1: What the...

(#1 takes off. Bruce McLaren drives over the spike strip.)

Bruce McLaren: Nooooo!

Henry Ford: What? Are you moaning because you are physically a dead, rotting zombie? Or is it that your V-16 McLaren F1 Le Mans GTR SE 2005 -with NOS bottles in revolver style- has holes in its tires which require imported air; and...

(The insults went on and on.)

To be continued...