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...
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...
