This one is loosely based on a Cars comic I have. The twist at the end is the same.

December 9th: Abominable Snowplow

"Hey! Look at that!"

Mater, Sally and Fudge halted in their snow car building to look where Lightning was pointing. Sure enough, going past the Cozy Cone Motel, were the biggest tyre tracks they'd ever seen. They were much too big to be left by anybody in Radiator Springs.

"I've never seen tyre tracks that wide before", Sally commented.

"I have!" Mater shouted. "I'll show you!"

Uncertainly, the other three followed him back to his junkyard where, after a lot of digging, he unearthed a magazine. On the front cover were wide tyre tracks, just like the ones in their town. The headline read, THE ABOMINABLE SNOWPLOW?

"This here picture was taken in the Himalayas!" Mater explained.

"Mater, the Abominable Snowplow doesn't exist", Lightning countered.

"Then how d'you explain these here tyre tracks?" The tow truck gestured to them.

Lightning didn't have an answer to that one.

"I'm tellin' you, the Abominable Snowplow was right here in Radiator Springs... and we is gon' find him."

"What's the Abominable Snowplow?" Fudge wanted to know.

"He's the meanest snowplow in the whole wide world", Mater informed her. "Maybe even the universe. Yer dads just don't tell you 'bout him 'cause they don't wanna scare you. He turns kids seven and under into ice statues and carries them to his Ice Castle in the Himalayas where they is never seen again. They spend the rest of their days workin' as slaves, scrubbin' floors and changin' his tyres. And if they make one single tiny little mistake, he turns them into ice statues again. This time, forever."

Fudge screamed.

"Mater, stop it!" Sally scolded. "Fudge, that's not true."

The six-year-old didn't look so sure.

By then, most of the citizens of the small town had noticed the tracks.

"Where on Earth did those come from?" Doc murmured.

"The Abominable Snowplow!" Mater insisted.

"Mater, we went over this the last time it snowed", Sarge reminded him impatiently. "There's no such thing as the Abominable Snowplow."

"And I s'pose that Big Tyre don't exist neither", Mater retorted.

"That's right." Sarge nodded firmly.

"I don't know about that, Sarge", Lizzie spoke up. "I once saw the Abominable Snowplow with my own two eyes."

Fudge gulped. "You did?"

"Mmmhmm. It was right here in Radiator Springs, Christmas Eve 1941. Stanley and I were driving up and down Main Street, admiring Christmas lights when we saw tracks just like this..." She trailed off, losing her train of thought.

Poor Fudge looked petrified. Even Red was shaking a little.

Apparently, Fillmore didn't notice, though. "I saw him once too. At Carstock."

Ramone frowned. "What would the Abominable Snowplow be doin' at Carstock? There was no snow there."

Sarge raised an eye frame. "That's what's wrong with the Abominable Snowplow at Carstock story?"

"Okay!" Sally shouted and everyone fell silent. The Porsche had never raised her voice at them like that. "That's enough talk about the Abominable Snowplow. Fudge is scared."

"No I'm not", the six-year-old lied, not very convincingly.

"Let's follow 'em!" Mater suggested, already doing just that.

"Yeah!" Fillmore agreed as most everyone followed the tracks.

"You've gotta be kidding!" Sheriff scoffed and Doc and Sarge looked equally unimpressed. "I don't believe in this hogwash!"

"Nor do I, but something left those tyre tracks", Flo reasoned. "Aren't you curious what?"

"And if we figure it out, maybe Fudge will see that there's nothing to be afraid of", Sally added.

By that point, they were all following the tyre tracks with Mater leading the way and Fudge bringing up the rear.

"Yeah, we can pretend we're hot on the trail of the Abominable Snowplow", Ramone put in.

"We are hot on the trail of the Abominable Snowplow", Mater insisted. "We is gon' make the papers for this."

"No doubt", Doc muttered. "For bein' the biggest suckers on Route 66."

But Mater was no longer listening. He had just discovered the end of the track and he gasped. "Fudge! They lead straight to your house!"

"Oh, no!" Fudge wailed.

"Hey, the Abominable Snowplow needs new tyres too", Ramone joked.

"No! He's coming for me!" Fudge shrieked.

That's when they heard a rumbling engine inside Casa Della Tires coming closer.

"He's comin'!" Mater yelped.

Fudge scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it.

It bonked a confused Guido on the roof. He had a long metal rod on his fork with about a dozen tyres on it.

"Fudge Rossi-Topolino", he began sternly. "(Did you just throw a snowball at me?)"

"Oh. Sorry, Babbo", the human girl apologised sheepishly. "I thought you were the Abominable Snowplow."

"Babbo? The Abominable Snowplow?" Luigi burst out laughing and so did Guido. "Why would you think that, Fudgie?"

"Mater said so!"

"(Fudge, you ought to know by now that you can't believe everything Mater says)", Guido chuckled.

"But- but the tyre tracks-" Mater sputtered.

Luigi gestured to the metal rod. "Guido invented this system to transport more tyres in less time. I think you owe him- and Fudge- an apology."

"Sorry, Guido", the tow truck obliged remorsefully. "Sorry, Fudge."

"Sorry, Guido", everyone else added.

The forklift looked stern for a moment. Then he created his own snowball and tossed it at Mater with a big smile on his face.

Mater laughed. "Snowball fight!"

And that was exactly what happened. The Abominable Snowplow was forgotten.