Whoot Chapter 3 is up! I forgot to mention in the last chapter. On the internet it says that Boost is 28, DJ is 25, Wingo is 26, and Snot Rod is 23; but in this Boost is 24, DJ 22, Wingo 23, and Snot Rod 20.

Disclamer: I don't own cars. I only own the mystery tuners.

Chapter 3 "Mystery Tuner"

An engine roared as a tuner approached Radiator Springs. Snot Rod peered down the road in time to see a blue glow pass the museum. As the car came closer he tried to act like he wasn't there. There was no way he was going to fend off a rival tuner all by himself even though he was bigger than the car. He really wished his gang members were here. The car switched of it's neon blue lights as it strode up to the café, where it parked in the lot next to Sheriff, looked across at Flo and asked," One can of oil please."

Snot Rod looked up, a male 1967 Ford Thunderbird was parked across from him. He was a tuner but not one Snot Rod had ever seen before. His paint job was black with lightning bolts everywhere (not the symbolic zigzag lightning). On the grill where the Thunderbird insignia was placed was a metalwork design of zigzag lightning bolts, and a spoiler similar to Boost's was on the trunk with the same paint design. The back wheels were larger than the front like his but unlike his cheater slick tires, the Thunderbird's were tractor tires. All four wheels had silver spinners but there was something very odd about them.

Flo brought out the Thunderbird's drink and took her place next to her husband after he had paid. The Ford began sipping his drink but stopped when he felt pairs of eyes staring at him. Sheriff was giving him a "don't even think about doing anything stupid" look while Doc was giving him a confused look, and Flo just smiled, happy to have a new customer. The Thunderbird then broke the awkward silence," Howdy …………… Nice evening ain't it?" he smiled. Doc nodded," Sure is. Isn't it Sheriff?" Doc jabbed the Sheriff in the side trying to make him lay off the tuner. "The names Bolt," replied the Ford. Sheriff growled," I know you're not traveling alone, your type always travel in groups." Bolt was taken back a bit but resumed his sincere and innocent smile before replying," True I'm traveling with…."

The roar of an engine pierced through the night again. Snot Rod looked down the road this time to see a yellow glow in the distance, a very familiar glow. Meanwhile Mater was on his way to Flo's but stopped and fled in the opposite direction hollering, "GHOSTLIGHT GHOSTLIGHT!!!!" after glancing to the south. The mystery tuner had returned! The car was nearing the cafe a lot faster than had Bolt but at the last second it switched off its neon lights and gracefully skidded to a halt right next to Bolt. Snot Rod was stunned at what he saw. The mystery car was a female 1973 Trans Am Pontiac Firebird. Her paint design consisted yellow flames fading into orange and red flames then ending in ebony black at the trunk. The trademark firebird painting on her hood was black with fiery golden wings and she had gold spinners like Bolts.

"You're traveling with your girlfriend?" asked Flo. The Firebird gagged and gave a disgusted look. Bolt gave a warm hearted laugh," No no, this is my younger sister Flare." "If you're looking for the interstate, go back south where you came from," grumbled Sheriff. Bolt laughed again," We're not lost, a week ago when we were heading north on the interstate and Flare took a wrong turn. She said she drove by this town and we decided that on our return trip we'd stop here and check it out. It kind of reminds us of our home town, only one traffic light." Doc chuckled," And where is your home town?" "Crescent, Oklahoma. Our mom said that our grandmother lived in north Arizona but we can't find her, so we're heading home," replied Bolt. Flo gave a big smile," Well you two are always welcomed here; we have a hotel where you can spend the night. The owner isn't here right now but she'll be back soon." Bolt gazed over his sister at the Cozy Cone across the road. "Thanks, we'll check in as soon as possible." Flo's grin increased, Sally was going to be very happy to have new customers. "Hey sis, did ya hear that? They have a hotel here," Bolt nudged his sister who had not been listening to the conversation.

Flare's green eyes snapped and gave her brother an agitated look. She looked past him at the townsfolk. "Who owns that art studio?" Everyone jumped; it was the first time she had spoken since she'd been here. Ramone cocked a brow," It's mine, why do you want to know." Flare's eyes brighten and she started to smile," I'm looking at becoming an artist, could you give me a few pointers about being in that kind of business?!" Ramone was surprised that the cars sudden enthusiasm as he drove up to her," Have you ever done any painting before?" Flare quickly pointed at her brother," I did his paint job and mine too," she announced proudly, her excitement rising. Ramone inspected Bolt's paint. An even coat and detailed design he noticed. The work looked like it had a lot of time and soul put into it, it was very impressive. He glanced back at Flare," How old are you?" "19," she replied. Ramone stared at her 'Her work was very impressive' he thought 'but for someone at her age creating work like this, that was extremely impressive.' He turned around to face her," If you guys stay here later tomorrow I'll you a few pointers." Flare gave off the biggest smile they had seen yet," oh THANKYOU!" she smiled. Ramone parked next to his wife again, wondering how a 19 year old could pull off a paint job like that.

Sheriff was still looking at Bolt before he started talking," We have some tuners that hang around here but you two look totally different from them." Flare's happy moment seemed to have crashed through the pavement," What do you mean?" she asked. "The parts you guys used, it's not the same style they have," he pointed out. Bolt smirked," Well we're just a couple of farm kids that can't afford rich city parts, so we make do with what we have." "What do you mean?" asked Doc. Flare jumped back into her happy, hyper mode and grabbed her brother by the hood to face Sheriff. "All the metal work on him I did too," she pointed to the Thunderbird insignia," the lightning bolts around here I made that out of scrap metal, the spoiler back here," she banged on the spoiler causing Bolt wince," is made out of the old tin roofing on our barn, and the spinners," she started to play with his front left spinner," are made from old windmill heads." "I'm not a piece of art you know," growled Bolt. "I guess you are now," Ramone called back and everyone started laughing, even Sheriff. 'Just a bunch of farm kids,' thought Doc," so that explains those big tractor tires."

When everyone settled down Flare and Ramone started discussing art, Flo had gone inside to get her a drink, and Doc and Sheriff were enjoy the evening. Bolt was happy to see his sister enjoying herself but he still had an uneasy feel. He looked across Sheriff at Doc and asked," There are other tuners here?" Doc nodded," Yes but they should be leaving tonight soon son. One of them is just over there." He pointed to the other side of the diner. Doc frowned when he looked at the empty spot. At the moment Flo was driving by to deliver Flare's oil. "Flo, where's Rodney?" asked Doc. Flo looked to her right and nearly dropped the tray she was carrying. "I don't know. He was here when Flare showed up."

Dun Dun dun, now you know who the mystery tuner is! I did not make up Crescent, Oklahoma; it is a real town with only one traffic light. I had to cut this chapter short because if I didn't it would have been really llllllllllllllooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnn nnnnggggggg. But everyone likes cliffhangers right?! gets hit in the head with a tomato

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