It was a bright day in Radiator Springs. Everyone was doing their usual daily routine. It had been an exceptionally calm day for one certain car who was none other than Sheriff. No petty offenses between tourists did he have to sort out, no tourists trespassed against any rule and most importantly: No Delinquent Road Hazards! As midday became afternoon Sheriff arrived at Lightning McQueen's place to meet with Lightning, Doc Hudson, Sally, Mater and Mack. The four were already laughing at Mack's funny trucker stories.
"So, they had been so dead tired after working 36 hours that they had fallen into such a deep sleep nothing could wake them. The DRH sprayed mustaches on them with graffiti and "decorated" their trailers. Then, the tractors passing by mooed at them. One got offended because her greeting wasn't returned, glowered at them and bit one of their tires, but that had no effect. Boost, from the DRH, caught that on video…" he shared but was abruptly cut off by the police car.
"Wait, Boost is making these videos," he questioned. "Is he Boostershot19?"
"Yeah, that's him. He hasn' uploaded any videos of himself nor his friends yet, only of other cars and trucks, an angry Frank, tractor tippin' and an audio tape of Guido and Luigi fightin' in Italian," answered the rusty tow truck.
"How do you know it was him," asked the cruiser.
"He…" began Mater but Sheriff suddenly shushed him whilst picking up a familiar cackle from afar.
"It's them," he informed his friends then, sped away to find the DRH and watch them.
Boost, Wingo, DJ and Snot Rod became delighted when entering Radiator Springs. Boost had his new, built-in camera stemming from behind his right mirror prepared which was already filming. DJ, Wingo and Snot Rod could hardly wait.
The blue Scion XB excitedly took the lead, the purple-grayish car followed him with the others close to him. As DJ passed Van he played a fart noise.
The tourist shot him a surprised look, his wife's face reflected sternness.
"Young man, aren't you ashamed of yourself," she articulately asked in an authoritative tone.
The DRH member smiled at both of them, slowly rolled up to their faces maintaining his facial expression and said, "No," then, let a longer fart play whilst emitting black smoke from his exhaust pipe.
The Road Hazards and some younger locals and tourists began laughing at DJ, the blue car noticing this grinned at the young ones then, winked at them, emitting a sharp, wet poot.
The Scion promptly led the other DRH cars into Luigi's Casa Della Tires. The Italian 1959 Fiat 500 and his also Italian forklift friend grew concerned at the sight of the hooligans quickly entering their shop in the same way as wasps hungry for honey would enter a bee's nest. An air bagel ended the quietness.
"Oops," said DJ.
"You'd'a better not stink up my shop," exclaimed the yellow Fiat.
"We're just here to look at time some tires, we might buy some," said Wingo.
The colorful visitors acted like they were browsing.
"Mister, I'd like to try on these ones," requested DJ pointing at his choices with one of his front tires.
"This is going to be good," whispered Snot Rod to Wingo at an almost inaudible way.
As Guido was changing one of DJ's back tires, DJ let a thunderous fart play. In a split second he found himself face to face with a disgusted and angry forklift. When he looked into Guido's pupils, Guido exploded, saying all kinds of creative Italian phrases with swear words, slapping a scared DJ's hood with one of his prongs from time to time. The volume of the scolding was so great, that everyone heard it in Radiator Springs. A disturbed Lizzie rolled into the store.
"You kids play nicely," she firmly exclaimed.
After the black, elderly Model T left, Luigi said, "It's'a best if you leave the store. You disrespected both of us."
The DRH exited the building as quickly as they came in. They decided to take a break since the blue one needed some time to calm down.
"You were great so far," complimented Boost. "Can we continue," he enquired.
"Yeah," replied DJ.
Boost turned on his camera. The glowing Coenzyme Q10-colored sun began setting. Noticing the sight, DJ switched his disks and began playing Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. He sluggishly and seriously took the lead, the others started following him at the same speed. The DRH leader took the opportunity to film the sunset and Radiator Springs bathed in reddish gold light as the song was playing. Fillmore began singing along in his dome in his usual raspy voice, the DRH giggled at this. The Scion XB led the crew to Red who was watering his flowers. The fire truck, recognizing them, stopped tending the need of his plants and gave them a blank look. DJ neared the flowers situated in between him and the fire engine to sense their odor. When starting feel the urge to sneeze, he turned to the side in reverse then, passed the flowers whilst at the same time sneezing and letting out an actual, clamorous fart with blue flames and dark smoke from his exhaust pipe. Red's flowers drooped, the mad fire truck shot a surge of cold water at DJ which impacted his back side.
"Guh huh," he exclaimed while jumping up.
"Guh hoo," Boost corrected him in the right Banjo voice.
DJ changed CD's again and started playing Worst Map (After) from VLDC 9. All DRH members got excited and shouted "Guh hoo" in unison in Banjo's voice in the proper parts of the music as they were leaving to get home. From over the horizon the roaring of an aircraft engine could be heard and a growing black and white figure became visible.
"PLANE'S NIGHT HERE I COME," bellowed Roger the space shuttle. "GUH HOO," he shouted in the correct voice at the DRH upon recognizing the Worst Map music.
The cars returned the greeting with Wingo shouting "Noice, noice" then, returned home.