The race-cars that had been kidnapped nervously waited as Nightsky flew them to what was to be their final destination. Some, like Jeff Gorvette and the two British race-cars, tried to sleep, hoping that it would calm them down. Others, however, complained like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm scared!"

"What are they gonna do to us?"

"What have we done to deserve this?"

"Why are they keeping us in cages that are so small we can't even move?"

"I don't wanna die!"

None of the race-cars were as scared as Francesco. He was shaking in his cage as he complained. "Francesco a-wants his Momma!"

Despite the serious situation they were in, all of the race-cars that were awake laughed at that complaint.

Except for Carla. She sighed. "For the love of the Amazon will you stop laughing at him!"

Clutchgoneski was the first to stop laughing. "Sorry, Carla, but that was just so unexpected and funny!" He looked at Francesco. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, Francesco-"

"Why apologize to him?" Shu asked. "Are you aware that he is the one that constantly insults us about how we can never match his skills? I say this laughing is decent payback!" A few of the other cars nodded in agreement. "In fact, I say that, if we live, we should get revenge on him! What do you say to that?"

Francesco hesitated. Carla sighed. "Guys, please, don't be mean to him!"

"But he's mean to us!" Raoul CaRoule argued back.

"Ugh...I know he is. But that gives you no right to be mean to him."

"Easy for you to say!" Max Schnell added. "He has never insulted you even once!"

"He likes to flirts with her," Clutchgoneski mentioned innocently. "But yet again...he flirts with every girl he meets..."

The Italian race-car smiled sheepishly. "Francesco admits this is-a true. Francesco likes-a girls."

"We all know that!" everyone who was awake shouted.

"But he insults the rest of us." Miguel Camino reminded. "Especially McQueen."

Shu thought about the American race-car. "Ah, he's lucky, Lightning McQueen is. He wasn't caught by these lemons. I wonder how he's doing."

"I'm sure he's doing good," Schnell answered.

"Yes, but how are we doing?" Carla asked sarcastically.

"Not good..." Raoul replied. "If anything...we are about to face death-"

"DEATH? You a-mean, as in-a, DEAD?" Francesco started to panic. "Francesco does not-a want to-a die! He does not-a want to be-a killed!"

Carla tried to comfort the panicking Italian. "Relax, Francesco, we are not gonna die!"

"Me thinks we should be focusing on escaping, rather then plotting an unneeded revenge on Bernoulli," Clutchgoneski suggested.

Carla smiled. "Clutchy, you just stole the words out of my mouth!" Clutchgoneski blushed. The Brazilian continued. "We need to get out of here somehow, or we will not live to see another day."

"But if we escape now, then we will fall into the ocean." Shu mentioned. "Then what?"

"I guess we escape once we get to where-ever we are being taken?" Schnell suggested.

"Exactly," Carla said. "But the question is how."

"We can drive away once they get us out of these cages," Raoul suggested.

"What?" Shu complained. "That's too simple! We'd get caught easily. It won't work!"

Clutchgoneski smiled innocently. "Sometimes the simplest things are the best."

Francesco continued his complaining. "Francesco not-a care about how we escape, he just wants to escape so that he will-a live!"

For the millionth time that day, Carla sighed. "Once again, we will escape and live. There is no need to panic; it will only make things worse. I think that the best thing we do is sleep for a bit, so that we could be all energized for the Great Escape."

The race-cars agreed with the Brazilian; they all fell asleep. The only one who didn't fall asleep was Francesco. He was too frightened to sleep; he just continued to shake with fear.