At the Coolsville prison, Stanley Testarossa leaned against the cold metal bars of his cell, struggling to hear the end of the Coolsville 500 from Officer Lawson's static-laden desk radio. "I-it-t-t'sss N-N-Newp-p-port-t-t com-ming d-d-d-down the track...with V-Vega hot-t-t on h-h-his tail…An-n-nd it'sss New-w-w-port cros-s-sing the f-finish lin-n-e! N-N-Newp-port WINS!"

"No no no no NO!" Stanley shouted furiously, banging on the metal bars before flopping down on his lumpy cot in defeat. "Meddling kids…"

"You forgot 'dumb dog,'" Stanley's cellmate, August Anderson, chimed in from the other cot.

A sudden commotion from the prison hallway caused the duo to look up. "NO! PLEASE!" came a shout as Officer Lawson escorted a struggling young man down the hall. "I'm innocent, I swear! I've never handled any counterfeit money! You HAVE to believe me! NO! PLEASE!"

Stanley raised an eyebrow at August, who only shrugged, before flopping back down on his cot with a sigh.