Sorry this took so long to update. School was the main problem with its finals, it's that time of the year again. Also I got a new cockatiel and I've been devoting most of my time to him because this would have been up two days ago.

Anyway this chapter would have been Snot Rod and Flare's big date but I really got into my writing and what should have been half a page long, turned out to be 4 pages! But I should have the next chapter up on Christmas Eve.

So on with our story...

Disclaimer: I only own Flare and Bolt.
Chapter 5 "Money Issue"

An orange blur crossed the finish line, Flare felt sick and fainted.

"Hey sis, sis, siiiiiiisss, sis you okay?" questioned Bolt.

Flare slowly managed to crept one eye open. "eh what."

"Are you okay?"

Flare shook her hood trying to gain conscious. "Yaw I'm fine, I just had the craziest dream, you lost a race to some losers and the winner was this dorky muscle car; and I had to go out on a date with him." She started to laugh.

"uh Flare, I was in a race and I did lose. Flare, meet your date Snot Rod." Bolt scooted over to allow Snot Rod to cruise forward.

Snot Rod was excited that he'd won but he was still nervous and shy which made him have a goofy smile on his face. Flare's pupils shrank as she looked at him. She gave a loud scream before speeding in the opposite direction and into Radiator Springs. Bolt took off after his sister. Snot Rod slumped in sorrow, he may have won a date with a girl but that didn't mean he had won her affection.

"Well………………… that worked out nicely," said Wingo.

Boost didn't say anything to his team mates after the race. He was mad that he had lost the race to Snot Rod and that even if Snot Rod hadn't won he still would have lost to Bolt by 4ft. But what he was mostly angered by was this girl, Flare. First off no trespasser could ever out run him, especially a girl and secondly she out witted him to safe her hood with this race. Practically every girl he had ever met was an airhead like the twins or a skank that obeyed his every command; and then there were the little ms goodie two shoes that were too weak to stop his gang. He was playing with matches now; Flare could definitely think for herself and could even step up to his gang, she wasn't taking orders. He didn't like the idea of a girl standing up to him; he'd lose control of being the boss. He had to get them out of town, but how? Then a scheme came to mind 'Bolt didn't win the race so they can't stay in town and we can pick on Flare………'

Boost, Wingo, and DJ left Snot Rod at the gorge as he processed everything that just happened. Boost strode into the Cozy Cone lobby and slammed down his cash on the counter. Sally looked down at it then a Boost with a spooked look before quickly tossing him a key to cone 4. Boost snatched the key and went off to his cone. DJ and Wingo both gave her an apologetic smile before digging out their money. Sally returned the same smile before giving each of them their keys. Sally watched them drive out to their cones and noticed that the two new tuners had switched rooms. The girl was in cone 2 now, making the brother be in between his sister and the rival tuner. 'Even that guy can sense that the DHR are up to no good,' she noted as she closed up for the night.

Snot Rod had just reached the traffic light in town to see Wingo parking in cone 6. He looked at what cash he had left. He'd be lucky enough to get breakfast tomorrow. He sighed, he was worn out from the race and it was too late to drive home, he had to find somewhere to spend the night. He drooped his hood and drove into the impound. 'They won't mind me staying in here tonight, it's not like anyone is going to be arrested anytime soon.' After adjusting to a comfortable position he glanced over at Mater in his little shack. 'Now there is a car that's a dunce like me but he has so many true friends. But unlike me he isn't trying to be cool, he's just being himself. Maybe if I be myself it will be easier for me to make friends.' Snot Rod smiled to himself with new ideas before drifting off. Then Mater started snoring loudly. It was gonna be a long night.

Bolt arose the next morning with the sun in the middle of its daily climb. Amazingly he had slept through Sarge and Fillmore's racket. 'Good thing I'm not at home on the farm, dad would never let me hear the end of sleeping in.' He peered to his left out of his cone. The other tuners were gone and had left no trace. 'Humph good riddance.' Casually he gazed over at his sister's cone, 'empty.' 'She's a true farmer girl, always up with the sun.' Bolt saw his sister pacing back and forth behind the Cozy Cone's lobby. She seemed to be in deep concentration. An evil smirk formed on his face as he crept up to her but she was so off in her little world that she didn't notice his presence.

"BOO!"

Flare did a 360 degree turn making herself face Bolt with wide eyes, then angry ones. "DAD GUMMIT! Why the sam hill do you have to do that when I'm concentrating?!" she shrieked.

He chuckled with sarcasm, "I take it you're excited about your date tonight?"

She glared daggers at him, "No! I don't wanna go out on no stupid date! I hate boys, especially tuners! They're rude, stupid, and full of themselves."

"I'm a boy and a tuner," replied Bolt.

"Yes but you're also my brother and I have to put up with you," she growled.

Bolt shrugged with a smiled, "Come on give this guy a chance."

Flare sighed and whined, "Please Bolt don't make me do this. You've gotten me out of stinky situations before! Why is this so different than the other times?!"

Bolt frowned for his temper was starting to get the best of him. Truth be told he didn't want his sister to go out with a total stranger, particularly a rival tuner; but he was extremely sick of having to save her from trouble caused by her bargaining. It was the same old routine again and again. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "No, not this time."

Bolt started to head toward the café as Flare narrowed her eyes and snickered, "I bet mom would love to hear that you made your little sister go out on a date with a dumb brute."

Bolt stopped in his tracks, "I also bet she would like to hear that you were trying to swindle folks again."

Flare was silent.

He continued, "You need to learn a lesson from your swindling, especially from a bet as dumb as that Flare! Your luck has run out!"

"OH YA!" she called back, "I'll tell dad who was stealing catfish from Mr. Henderson's pond again."

"Go ahead I don't care I'm 24, after I graduate from collage I'm leaving the stupid farm and not looking back once." He hollered to her in a dead serious tone before driving off toward Sarge's and Fillmore's. He shouted back, "Go visit Ramone!"

Flare sat in the Cozy Cone looking down at the pavement dumbstruck before crossing over to the art studio. She glanced up at the café to see two twin Miatas glaring at her with frowns. Flare pondered, 'They aint' country folk, they're to prissy looking, they must be city slickers. Well don't wanna have a bad reputation, talk travels fast in a small town.' Flare waved a tire at them with a smile and called out. "Howdy, nice morn'n ain't it?"

"Boyfriend stealer!" the one on the left screamed.

Flare jumped in surprise then cautiously made her way to the entrance of Ramone's art shop. She gave them one last skeptical glance before entering.

Bolt over heard this going on and whispered softly to himself, "I'm sorry sis but you need to learn, I'll go talk to the guy and make sure he doesn't try anything stupid with you."

Snot Rod yawned and stretched in the impound while the sun beat down on him. 'Hmm it must be at least 9:00,' he thought as he rolled out onto the road. Events from last night swept back into his head and he began to grin. 'I have a date tonight, oh what should we do?! Go see a movie, go out for dinner, or…..' Reality slapped him across the grill causing him hit the breaks.

"BOY! What the heck is wrong with you! I nearly ran into you!" came an angry yell. Snot Rod shuffled off the road granting passage to the car behind him. "Sorry," he mumbled. The Sheriff murmured a few complaints as he drove by into town.

Snot Rod returned to his thoughts, 'I can't take her out on a date, I have no money!' He looked at his reflection in a puddle of water. Most of his paint was flaking off. He sighed, 'I should just cancel, I don't have any cash, I'm a nightmare to look at, and above all," he remembered how Flare acted they were first introduced, 'I'm a loser.'

Right then Bolt drove up to him with a stern look. The Thunderbird got right in front of him to look him right in the eye but had to move over at an angle since the supercharger was blocking the way. "Okay punk, listen well. This is my younger sister you're taking out, if you try to do anything stupid with her, I'll hunt you down and beat the snot out of ya! GOT IT!"

Snot Rod shrank upon hearing this and stuttered, "Yes sir, I have two little sisters a home and I wouldn't want anything happening to them."

This caught Bolt off guard.

"Also I can't take your sister out. Look at me I'm a mess, I don't want to embarrass her and I don't have any cash to take her out for a movie or even dinner. So I'll just cancel."

This really caught Bolt off guard, 'This guy is nothing like his friends, he may have low self esteem and be a push over but deep down he really does have a good heart.' Bolt just couldn't help but feel guilty. He really misjudged this tuner.

Bolt shook his hood and smiled, "You don't have cancel, follow me." Snot Rod gave a slight jump at Bolt's sudden change in attitude but followed him anyway to the art studio. Inside Ramone came up to them, "Hey man your sister just left here a few minutes ago, is she alright?"

"Yaw she fine," replied Boost rolling his eyes. "She's just being dramatic."

"Okay, well what can I do for you?"

"Well Sn………" Bolt back at the Barracuda. "It's Snot Rod right?"

Snot Rod looked up from the hoods that were displayed. "Uh ya, but you can call me Rodney."

Bolt nodded. "Rodney here needs a new coat of paint."

"It's going to cost you."

"How much?" Bolt began picking out dollar bills.

Snot Rod gawked when Bolt handed the money over for his paint job.

After taking the money from Bolt Ramone told Snot Rod to go pick out the color he wanted in the back. While that was happening the Impala turned to face Bolt again, "Are you crazy, that guy and his gang nearly killed one of our citizens a while back! Why are you helping him?"

Bolt whispered back, "Come on if he doesn't get a new coat of paint he's gonna rust and he has a date with my sister."

Ramone gave the Thunderbird a good long look until realizing he was telling the truth. He was having a difficult time trying to maintain his composure because he was just about to burst into fits of laughter. Poor Flare was in for a big surprise.

The sun had nearly finished its decline on the horizon as a Ford Thunderbird sat patiently outside of the body art shop. A glint of orange in the corner of Bolt's eyes caught his attention. Snot Rod came strolling out in his original orange color along with the two black stripes on his sides.

"That's the paint design you chose?" questioned Bolt. He wasn't expecting a tuner to get something so plain.

The Barracuda nodded, "Yup, this is what I looked like before and I didn't want to waste your money too, I just needed something to protect me from the rain," he said as he passed the change back to the older tuner. Bolt looked down at it, "Keep it it's yours," he replied, "While your at it take this." Snot Rod blink a few times, on his tire was a crisp, brand new $20 dollar bill that Bolt had given him. No one ever had given him money; Boost didn't even trust him around the stuff.

Snot Rod was speechless and about to pass it back until Bolt held his tire up. "Look, take my sister out for dinner and catch a movie if you can, just be nice to her and show her a good time. I trust you not to be greedy, can I count on you?"

Snot Rod smiled with a confident nod.

"Good, I'll go fetch Flare for you,"

As Bolt drove off Snot Rod looked down at the cash again. 'Someone actually trusts me?'

As Bolt looked for Fare he accidentally bumped into Doc and popped a question to him that had be nagging him all morning. "Doc? Have you seen the three other tuners today?" The old hornet pondered a moment before replying, "They were heading in the direction of OrnamentValley real early this morning but other than that I haven't seen them since." Bolt frowned, 'They are up to something.'

Now the fun really begins!

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