I saw Sally again! It was black, and a convertible, but still, it was amazing! It's a Sally Nation, people! Oh, I love America. Alright. Because I'm weird, I've decided to put a disclaimer in here. In all my stories, actually. I have no idea why. I just will. Why do I need them, though? Eh, whatever. I'll do it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Cars, I would die. Guess what? I'm alive.

"So what if I've gotten ahead of myself? I can do it."

"You sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. He's the slowest guy on that track! I'm shocked he won last year."

"Just be careful out there, alright? I don't want my fiancée getting hurt out there by some jerk like Chick Hicks."

Sally giggled. "Your fiancée is going to be absolutely fine. I can do this, alright?"

"Alright, I hope so. Love you."

"Love you, too." Sally drove away, thinking about what Lightning had said. Was she really going to get hurt? He called her "sweetheart". That was a little uncomfortable, but not by much. She could win this.

And if not, it could've cost her a lot.

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"Yo DJ!" said Boost.

"Yo!"

"We got a Porsche and a Lexus, you realize that?"

"You guys, leave them alone, alright? Don't you two like the twins?" said Wingo, while looking at the Lexus. Dear lord, she was hott. But she seemed a little more than just a person you'd want to mess with every two days. Something a little more…

"Yeah, Wingo, we like messin' with them. Don't you?" said DJ.

"Not really. They annoy me. The Porsche is way too old for that, and the Lexus…"

"Oh, no, don't tell me. You like the Lexus!" said Boost.

"Let's imitate that rusty tow-truck that Lightning kissed!" said Snot Rod.

Boost and DJ joined Snot Rod in the chanting. "The Lexus and Wingo, parkin' 'neath a tree! K-I-S… uh… somthin' somthin' B!"

"Ahem."

Every single DRH (Delinquent Road Hazard) turned around and spotted the very Lexus they were talking about. They could've tried to do her, but they were a little scared by the tone of her voice.

"The name is Lexie. Yeah, take away the "the" and the "us" in "Lexus," and add an "ie" at the end, and you got my name. Next time, get it right, okay?"

Everybody nodded.

"Good. So, any of you got money?"

"DUH!"

"Shut up, Snot Rod."

"Sorry, DJ."

"HEY!" screamed Lexie. "This isn't a fight. This is a bet. The bet is that Sally will win. Somebody wanna bet with me?"

Everybody was silent. Sally probably was going to win. Chick was the slowest thing in the world compared to Lightning McQueen, and his girlfriend was pretty quick, too. Nobody want to make a bet that they knew would lose. Except for one.

"Yeah, I'll bet you."

"Alright… uh… name?"

"Wingo."

Lexie smirked. Wingo. That was funny.

"What?"

"Nothing. That's just the WEIRDEST name I've ever heard."

"And I thought you were hott."

"Oh, did you?"

"Yeah, dead serious. That's why these three were singing that "The Lexus and Wingo" song."

"Of course that's why. Either way, we'll make this our meeting spot and both of us have the money, and then whoever wins keeps the money. Now, since I'm more trustworthy than you, I'll make sure that it's not fake money before incase I win."

"I'm not trustworthy?"

"Bad boys. They don't even know how bad they are."

"So," Wingo started get closer and whisper like a sexy movie star would in an R-rated film, which made Lexie's face feel hotter and hotter by the second. "I'm… bad, huh?"

"…yeah…bad…real bad…"

"Sorry. I freaked you out, didn't I?"

"How old are you?"

"Just about to turn 15."

"I just turned 13."

"Whoa, you're young."

"Listen, you were hitting on SALLY. She's way older than you, which is pretty much worse."

"Yo Wingo!" said DJ. "Give her the money and get away from her, before you become emotionally attached!"

"I'll be there in a second." He turned back to Lexie. "So… we'll meet right back here after the race?"

"Yeah, sure. Um, nice talking to you… Wingo." Lexie smirked again. Wingo. What a stupid name.

"What's your name again?"

Lexie looked straight up at Wingo with eyes that said "Are you kidding me?" "My name is Lexie."

"Right, I'll take note. See ya around."

Lexie smiled. Step one, complete. "Bye." She drove away and squealed with happiness. This was the most exciting thing ever. Everybody was at the starting line, waiting for the Sheriff to come and announce the rules. Mater was getting him. "Sally Sally Sally!" Lexie somehow managed to squeeze in between Lightning and Sally with the huge smile on her face. "Guess what!"

Sally looked at Lexie, and then looked at Lightning. How in the world did she squeeze in between them? "…What's your spaz about?"

"It's about that Wingo guy. The purple and green one. Oh. My. God. He's so hott."

"…Is he…"

"Yeah! And he and I were pretty much flirting. He's pretty nice."

"…Really…"

"Hey, why are you shocked?"

"Because you managed to get between me and Lightning!"

Lexie looked over to Lightning. Dear lord, that expression on his face made Lexie scared for dear life. "…Um. I'll be going now." Lexie backed up on to the grass right next to the road as the Sheriff and Mater pulled up to the finish line.

"Howdy, Lightnin'!"

"Hey there, Mater."

"So anyway, 'bout those magazines we burned, all we have now is the ashes, which we's plannin' on puttin' in a coffin er sumthin'."

"Sounds great… So, um, you watching the race?"

"Nope. I'm going over tuh Lizzie's to dish some more dirt on this Elle girl fer ya. And I have tuh practice my racin' fer my deemolition derby."

"Why are you finding out about Elle?"

"Cuz yer my bes' friend. It's the least I can do after that heleecopter ride yuh gave me 'bout a year ago."

"Actually, why don't you go to Doc's garage? There's bound to be something."

"Okey-dokey, then. I'll jus' try not tuh get caught. See ya, Lightnin'!"

"Later, Mater." As soon as Lightning turned away, he put on a weird face. Later and Mater rhymed. He hated rhymes.

"Boy, are you racin' with them?"

Lightning looked at Sheriff. "Well…" Lightning turned to Sally. "If she let's me."

Sally, who had heard absolutely but "If she let's me," turned around with a confused look on her face. "If I let you what?"

"If you let me race with you two. And maybe I wouldn't race, I'd just make sure that you or him wouldn't cheat or something. I mean, you probably wouldn't, but Chick, oh yeah."

"Hey!" screamed Chick. "Just because I'm racing your girlfriend-"

"Fiancée."

"Fiancée," Chick said mockingly. "Just because I'm racing you fiancée doesn't mean you have to get all protective."

"I'm afraid I have to, Chick. You bend more rules than the rule book even states. Let's not forget last year."

"I won that year fair and square."

"I would've won if you hadn't nearly killed the King."

"How many relationships are you in, Lightning? This Porsche, the rusty old tow-truck, and now the King."

"Do you even know what the word fiancée means?"

"You're getting married to the King?"

"NO! To Sally! In your mind, 'the Porsche.'"

"You have no idea how funny it is to see you mad, Lightning. Keep it up, and might wanna have a…" Chick changed his tone of voice and got close to Lightning. "…relationship, too."

Lightning's angry face turned into something that made anybody know that something really weird was going on. "You confuse me sometimes."

"Do I? Well, either way…" Chick changed back to his normal angry tone of voice. "You aren't going to be the pace car or whatever."

"Not the pace car, just simply making sure neither of you cheat."

"Fine, then!"

"Fine!"

"Now, wait!" said Sally. "I haven't even said if you could do it or not."

"Come on, Sally," said Lightning. "I don't want him hurting you out there."

"Alright, fine. Let's just go."

"Alright. This will not even be a lap-race," started the Sheriff. "You will start at this very spot, and go straight to the Wheel Well Inn. First one there wins. There will be no bumpin', no cheatin', no spittin', no bitin', no road-ragin', no mammon, no oil slicks, no pushin', no shovin', no back-stabbin', no road-hoggin', and no lollygaggin'."

"How the heck am I supposed to remember all that?" asked Chick.

"If you don't, Lightnin' will. Luigi!"

Luigi and Guido pulled up in their famed Ferrari gear, smiles stuck on their faces. "Pit stop!" Guido said.

"What the… who are these people?" asked Chick.

"This is my-a nephew, Guido," said a very proud Luigi. "Do you-a wish to have a pit stop today?"

"We're just tryin' to get on with the race, okay, puny?"

"Fine. Race-a your way. On your mark! Get ready! One for the money! Two for the show! Wait-a, Lightning? Are you-a racing, too?"

"I'm just making sure nobody cheats," stated Lightning.

"Ah, I see. Then it is two for the show! Three to get ready! And four to, ah, I'm breathing this time, GO!"

Cliff-hanger, eh? I used to do those all the time. You better be glad I don't do it as much. He he. So, Lexie and Wingo, huh? I'm so cool for putting those two together. And now Mater's on a mission. FUN! But be scared. The next chapter is sort of long, and a huge surprise.

Well, anyway, put in your bets to guess who's going to win the race! Tell me that in your review.