Nightsky arrived at the Pacific island of Gunung Berapi. As he exited the jet, Professor Z smelled the air, and sighed with happiness. "Ahh...it's just as I remember it!"
Axlerod exited the jet. "You mean to say you've been here before?"
"Of course I have. I was studying the geology of this island." Axlerod gave the German car a weird look. "You know...because I'm a scientist. After all, that's why I'm called Professor Z, because I'm a scientist-"
"Ok, I get it." Axlerod turned to the lemons. "Guys, get the prisoners."
The lemons did as they were bidden.
All of the race-cars had heard the jet descend from the air - in fact, that woke them up. They were all wide awake when the lemons came to get them. Gorvette and the two British race-cars cooperated with the lemons, fearing the results of escaping and being recaptured, and not knowing that there even was an escape plan. Those that knew about the plan, however, bolted out of the cages once they were opened. The lemons noticed. "You think we should of gone into the cages to put the chains on, rather then wait for them to come out before we put the chains on?" One of them asked.
Another lemon answered. "Yes, you fool! We should have! Now they're escaping! "Escape! Escape! Escape!"
Professor Z saw the escape and heard the shouts of the lemon. He started to panic. "Oh my gosh! The prisoners are escaping! We'll never catch them-"
"Oh yes we will." Axlerod smirked. "I knew that they would somehow try to escape. Which is why I have a back-up plan. Chick, come on over!"
A green race-car emerged from a group of lemons. "Yes."
Axlerod pointed to the escapees. "They've escaped. I need you to get them!"
"Certainly." Chick Hicks drove after the escaping race-cars.
Raoul was the first to notice that they were being pursued. "Guys, one of the lemons is after us!"
Schnell was not worried. "Don't worry about it, my friend. We're race-cars; lemons can never catch up to race-cars!"
Miguel was not so certain on what his German companion just said. "Uhh...guys...this lemon is no lemon...he's a race-car! And he's catching up quickly!"
Shu became so confused that he slowed down to think about what was just said. But that was a big mistake. Chick caught up to the Japanese race-car and crashed into him. Shu then spun around and crashed into a tree. Before he could recover, he was in chains, and was lead away by the lemons.
Miguel heard what had happened, and sped up in fear of the green race-car. That was a mistake on his part. He crashed into a rock. The lemons noticed, and drove up to him and chained him up. Then they drove him away.
"That one was easy!" Chick chuckled to himself.
Raoul started to panic. "Ah! He's already got two of our friends! He's gonna catch us! He's gonna catch us!"
"He's not gonna catch us!" Schnell reassured. "As long as we focus-" The German race-car drove into a bush from not paying attention to his driving.
Raoul stopped driving. "You mean the focus that you weren't doing?"
Schnell struggled to get out of the bush. "Yes, that. Now drive away quickly! Before he gets you!" The French race-car did as he was bidden.
The lemons noticed the German race-car stuck in the bush, and took the situation to their advantage. They captured him.
Raoul panicked, and drove into the water. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by lemons.
Chick chuckled to himself again. "Man, this is extremely easy! Half of them are already gone!"
Carla was worried about the two race-cars that were still on the run. And she was worried about herself. Chick was quickly catching up to her. She thought up of a plan. "Clutchy, Francesco, keep driving! I'll try to distract him!" As the two male race-cars continued in the direction they were driving, the female Brazilian made a sharp right. Realizing that the turn must of slowed her down, Chick went after Carla.
Carla couldn't of made the turn at a worse time. After making the turn, she drove up into a thicket. She realized that she was trapped. Chick approached. It was then that Carla realized who he was. "Chick Hicks...what are you doing here? Why are you working for these...these lemons?"
Chick stopped driving within 5 feet of the Brazilian race-car. "Because...they are the only ones that appreciate me." Carla looked at him with a 'tell-me-more' expression. Chick took notice of it, and explained. "For, you see, after the incident at the Piston Cup, where I crashed another car, and McQueen helped him finish, and et cetera, I became an outcast. Everyone hated me for crashing the King. I did continue to race, and despite the fact that I still raced, and still won countless times, I never regained my fandom from the public - the lemons were the only ones who liked me. Anyways, so when I heard about what happened at the World Grand Prix and all, I was outraged. Not only did I not get an invite, and my worst enemy got to race in it, but my biggest fan - Sir Miles Axlerod - was arrested, along with many of the lemons that looked up to me as their favourite race-car, the one that stood up to them - and I actually did, by the way. So when he escaped, Axlerod contacted me - yes, we had met before, obviously - and he told me about his plan, and offered me to be a part of it. Of course, hating those other race-cars, I quickly accepted the offer, and now, here I am, working with my biggest fan." Chick noticed the other lemons arrive. "And now your short time of freedom is over, missie."
Carla stared at Chick as the lemons chained her up. "How...how could you..." As they lead her way, Chick raced out of the thicket to pursue the two remaining escapees.
Clutchgoneski was worried about Carla. "Do you think they caught her?" His Italian companion was too frightened to talk. Clutchgoneski continued. "I really hope they don't catch her, cause...cause...I love her!"
Francesco slowed down so that he was next to Clutchgoneski. "Really? Francesco is-a interested to-a know."
"Yes, I love her, I admit it. Ever since we first met at the party in Japan I knew she was special. And my love for her grew even more as we spent more time with each other - even when that time meant her kicking my butt in the races." Francesco giggled at that last comment. Clutchgoneski continued. "Anyway...oh, she just has the best personality! She's so kind and gentle...and she's beautiful!"
The Italian race-car forgot that he and his companion were driving for their lives. "Do you-a know if she-a like you?"
"I think she does. She always calls me 'Clutchy.'"
"So does-a Carla know you-a like her?"
"No, I don't think so..."
"Then why don't-a you-a tell her?"
"Because...I'm nervous to..."
"You-a show off to-a her?"
"Uhh...no..."
"You-a should. Girls a-love it. Francesco always-a shows off to the ladies. They-a love it!"
"Ok, then, I will. That is, as long as we both shall live..."
It was then that Francesco remembered that they were escaping for their lives. "Ok, we a-speak of this-a later! Francesco must-a drive for his-a life!" The Italian race-car went back to driving as fast as he could.
Clutchgoneski realized that someone was catching up to him. He hoped it was Carla. But a quick look revealed that it was not the Brazilian; it was Chick Hicks. The race-car started to panic. "Oh-no! They got Carla! Carla I'm coming for you!" He made a U-turn. Chick took this to his advantage, and crashed the concerned race-car. Clutchgoneski tried to continue driving, but Chick crashed him a second time. Then a third time. The third crash was enough to stop Clutchgoneski. Then the lemons caught up and took Clutchgoneski.
"Just one more to go," Chick told himself as he went after Francesco.
Francesco looked back at the green race-car that was chasing him. He decided to insult his pursuer. "Haha, you can-a never catch up to the fabulous and-a fast Francesco Bernoulli! Ha, if-a Francesco raced you he would-a kick your cry-baby bottom!"
Chick did not take too kindly to this insult. "Why you little son of a...ha, not a chance! If I raced you it would be you who has his bumper kicked, not me!"
"No no no, Francesco never-a has his bumper a-kicked! Francesco always-a wins!"
"Haha, not true! I did watch the World Grand Prix, you know, and-"
"Ok, Francesco lost-a once! But it was-a very close race!"
"Well, if you don't stop blabbering then you will literally have your rear-bumper kicked!"
"Then Francesco will-a stop talking. Plus, he has-a more important things to-a focus on, like escaping you and-a living!"
Chick continued to chase Francesco all around the perimeter of the island. Neither of them knew how long they had been driving before the Italian race-car started to slow down. Chick noticed. "Ha, you're losing fuel! Valuable fuel that keeps you going!"
"Francesco admits he is-a hungry and-a thirsty and-a tired. But that will not-a stop him from escaping!"
"Sure it won't. Not until you can't drive anymore!" Chick was now quickly approaching the tiring Italian. When he caught up, he crashed the Italian race-car. He continued crashing him until Francesco tired out completely, lost most of his fuel, and couldn't withstand the crashing anymore. The Italian race-car then came to a complete stop. Chick smirked. "So what was it you were saying about hunger and thirst and being tired that wouldn't stop you from escaping?"
Francesco was panting from exhaustion. "Francesco...too...tired...to-a...continue...escaping...he...a-gives...up..."
The lemons drove up to the scene. Chick smiled. "Guys, take this pain in the bumper away!" The lemons did as they were bidden. They chained up the Italian race-car, and led him away. Chick followed. They all drove back to where Axlerod and Professor Z were waiting.
Axlerod noticed them returning. "Ah, good, the last one was caught. See Professor, I told you they would all be recaptured. Thanks Chick."
Chick smiled. "You're welcome, Axlerod. Glad I was able to help."
Professor Z sighed with relief. "Well, I'm just glad that they were all recaptured. Now let's get them to their final destination."
All of the cars, led by Axlerod and Professor Zundapp, drove up to the top of the active volcano that characterized the island of Gunung Berapi.