Disclaimer: Is not mine! All characters in this story belong to Pixar. I have absolutely nothing to do with them, but I do like to toy with their minds every now and then!
The war continues...
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A fowl mood didn't even begin to suggest what Doc was in at the moment... Fowl mood had nothing on this...
Hours had ticked by slowly before Mater happily pulled up to the impound yard and opened the gate. "Sheriff says he feels you've learned your lesson now." He stated cheerfully. "He says don't run any more red lights."
With that the tow truck had gotten out of dodge quickly as if attempting to avoid the wrath of Doc's temper. Probably a good thing to...
The only good thing about the outcome of this was that the time in jail had allowed Doc to think. Had allowed him to look at how he was going to come back. He after all needed a plot of vengeance...
He thought he knew just the way to do it to as he pulled up to Flo's café... He ignored the soft snickers around him as his gaze leveled on Lightning... Malicious smile crossed his grill, causing the race car to instantly shut up and back up a bit... Yep... He knew how to get the Sheriff.
"Oh Lightning..." He offered with a quiet chuckle. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"
"Well..."
Doc only shook his grill. Didn't matter. Lightning's time was his for the night... "How would you like to go for a very, very fast drive..."
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Sheriff chuckled softly, his amusement still touching his thoughts every now and again as he settled down at his normal post for the evening. He parked himself behind the battered old sign of radiator springs and turned his attention to the road. He had a feeling Doc was still steaming and wisely chose to stay out of his way.
He highly doubted Doc would just forget about the appointment now... He would have been worried if he wasn't so highly amused.
This was actually fun! Toying with Doc's mind was about the highlight of his career!
He was just settling in for a long wait when the noise touched his hearing. The sound of a powerful engine...
He frowned and got to his tires, his gaze traveling down the road coming in from the interstate. Twin headlights where coming his way. Fast!
This day just got better and better! He had a point over Doc and now he got head into hot pursuit... He chuckled softly to himself and let his engine roar to life, before it fell to an idle, waiting for his current victim to pass him by.
Within' moments the road hazzard had roared by him. Lightning?
He blinked and set back as the flash of read swept by. Doc must have installed headlights... About time... That wasn't the point though... He growled angrily and clicked on his lights and siren as he leapt out onto the road and gave chase. Just what did that punk think he was doing?
In truth Lightning hadn't been going that fast over the limit. Seventy in a sixty zone was hardly flying. However, as soon as he caught site of lights and sirens he floored it and in moments was doing well over a hundred.
Sheriff's engine roared as he floored it to keep up. After years of Doc tricking out his engine so to speak he did have the power to do it. It had been mandatary... He hadn't been able to keep up with the young generation of speeders. If he had any hope of remaining a police officer he had needed to upgrade.
As it was, Lightning had a gain on him... Could easily outrun him if he wanted to... But Sheriff was able to keep him in his sights. Lightning also apparently didn't want to loose him...
The town swept by in a flash, Lightning able to roar his way through it as he now knew the setting. The first time they had done this, his downfall had been that he had expected an interstate and didn't know how to weave around the setting of the buildings. Now Lightning swerved through town as it he had been doing it all his life. Sheriff was right behind him, taking a short cut or two, behind Lizzie's shop and through the cozey cone hotel much to Sally's dismay.
He really would have liked to know what Lightning was up to at this point... As soon as they left town he haded for the Butte. The roads where getting tricky to speed across... One wrong turn and they would both be done for.
Lightning seemed to ignore this though. Suddenly he clicked off his headlights, leaving Sheriff to follow the sounds of his engine. What the hell was the punk doing? Didn't he know how dangerous that was at this point?
Sheriff was nearly plowed off the road as the sound of the engine suddenly stuttered and stopped only to be renewed right in front of him. Something swept by him in the darkness and headlights flicked back on, this time behind him. He cursed and spun around in the road, taking off after Lightning's headlights again. Just what was he up to? Again they swept down the twisting roads until they where roaring through town again. It was only when the soft glow of the town's lights lit the area did he realize his mistake. He was following a blue vehicle... Not red...
Doc...
He cursed and hit his breaks, the police car screeching to a stop. He was being lead on! His tires slid and left deep black marks in the road through town as he screeched to a halt in front of Flo's café as he watched Doc's back fender disappear into the night. Did he really think he wouldn't notice the difference between a red vehicle and a blue one? To hell with that... Lightning had started this and Lightning knew the answers of what Doc was up to. He pulled a 180 in the middle of the road, barely missing a light post as he sped back out of town. Lightning was still at the Butte.
From where he watched on the other side of town Doc let a smile cross his grill. "Oh Sheriff... You really should have followed me." He commented with a soft chuckle. Vengeance was oh so sweet...
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The Butte was darker than he remembered it... A cloud had blocked out the moon and even the stars didn't seem as bright as Sheriff silently traced over the area. Lightning was no where to be found. Not even tracks... Odd...
He knew he was down there somewhere. It was hard to sneak around when a car had an engine like Lightning's...
Somewhere down there he was hiding...
He could feel it...
He silently crept down into the makeshift track that formed around the Butte... It was so easy to hide down there... He could be anywhere...
He sighed heavily and turned around. He supposed this was pointless...
That line of thought was cut short abruptly as something hot poured over him. He yelped in surprise and jumped back, his gaze snatching up to the cliffs. It wasn't hot enough to really hurt... But it was annoying as hell...
Noone was up there... Odd... Abruptly a flash of red crossed his vision up on the cliffs and something else was let go. He let out an indignant roar as something very soft poured down over him, tickling his hide as it clung to him.
Oh no he didn't!
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He was a sight to behold... He knew it...
It had put a heavy damper on his mood. A snarl was held to anyone that so much as looked at him.
The big black thing... With feathers... FEATHERS!!! Clinging to every available surface. Sheriff looked like a giant chicken on wheels.
He slowly pulled up to Flo's café, shooting all those gathered with a sour look.
No one dared even crack a smile.
"Ramone? Do you have something to get this stuff off?"
Ramone chocked softly and shook his grill, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from laughing. "No dude I'm sorry... I got nothing that'll deal with tar... That stuff is hard to get off."
Sheriff slowly nodded. It figured... He would probably have to drive into the next town over to deal with it...
"Oh Sheriff..."
Sheriff froze, a look of fury crossing his features as he slowly turned around. Doc sat parked by the road, a very guilty looking Lightning hiding just behind him.
"No paint shop will have anything to get tar off. However, you're in luck. I have something for that in my clinic. Stop by my clinic in the morning and I'll be happy to get it off for you. Oh... I'm sorry I missed your appointment this afternoon. I was a little tied up. However, I'll be happy to take care of that for you as well in the morning." Doc spouted off happily.
While Sheriff was still sputtering, trying to come up with a good come back he silently nudged Lightning into motion. "Come on Lightning. I have a race I want you to watch on video in my office." He offered with a chipper smirk. Best to get his little helper out of dodge less he wanted them both spending the night in the clink...
Lightning readily agreed...
The rest of the town scattered out of the way of the ongoing war, disappearing from the street as if someone had set off a stink bomb. Alone in the street Sheriff fumed...
Now... The gloves where off...