Chapter 4
Mittens stared dismally out the window. "Four days. Nothing."
Rhino shrugged. "You're the one who said he was fine."
Mittens waved him off. "Thanks for the support."
She continued to stare out the window. "I wonder if he's scared."
Rhino chuckled. "This is Bolt. He's not afraid of anything."
"WOAH!" Bolt shouted in terror. A car sped past him on the highway.
Garcia padded up next to him. "First off you have to jump onto the trucks. Second, grow a little backbone."
Bolt hesitated he saw a pickup truck approaching. He padded back. Then he charged at the vehicle.
He jumped. Garcia jumped after him. Garcia landed perfectly on the truck. Bolt smashed his face into the side and fell. Garcia grabbed his paw. "You sir are an idiot!" He shouted.
"Thanks!" Bolt shouted back over the highway noises. He was hanging close to the wheels. He cried in terror.
"Climb up!" Garcia shouted.
Bolt summed up all will and energy and jumped into the pickup bed.
He collapsed to the metal surface, panting for breath.
Garcia grabbed him by the collar. "What the heck was that?"
His mood had been steadily deteriorating the farther they got from his home.
"Sorry! I've never done that before. I think I haven't."
Garcia was furious. He went to the corner of the truck bed and laid down.
"Cats." Bolt muttered. He, so far, couldn't understand the machinations of a cat's mind.
He could see the sky clouding. It was going to rain soon.
"Oh boy." Bolt watched the sky worriedly. "Perfect time to get in a pickup truck."
The rain pounded down on the two. They would soon cross into Massachusetts. Bolt looked at the angry cat. He got up and padded over to him.
"You know, if you hate dogs so much why don't you go back home?"
"I don't hate dogs."
"Do you hate me?"
Garcia thought it over for a second. "Not for a few weeks."
Mittens napped on the windowsill. Rhino rolled over to her.
"So are you going to find him?"
Mittens was already half asleep. "F-Find who?" She asked tiredly.
"Bolt?" Rhino said.
"He's smart enough to get home. He doesn't need us."
Rhino rolled down towards the door.
"Woah! What the heck are you doing?" Mittens blocked the door.
"He needs my help. Even if I have to go alone." He stared accusingly at Mittens.
"Look. He doesn't just…run away. He's Bolt."
"So maybe he was kidnapped. Maybe he was…" He paused and gasped in fear. "…Maybe he was killed."
Mittens rolled her eyes. "He's fine. He'll be back soon."
The truck came to a stop. It had been twelve hours. They were now deep into Pennslyvania.
The man got out.
"Well that would be it for this mode of transportation." Garcia said sophisticatedly.
Bolt scanned the road for cars. "We need to find a fast set of wheels."
"No shit Sherlock." Garcia muttered.
Bolt rolled his eyes. "You know something? You have become EXTREMELY UNPLEASANT lately."
Garcia glared at the dog. "Are you insinuating something?"
"Enlighten me." Bolt commanded.
"Are you saying I'm unpleasant?"
Bolt grinned sarcastically. "You know what? THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM SAYING!!"
"Well maybe I should just go home. Considering we're stranded out here, in the middle of god knows where. And now, according to you, I'm unpleasant!"
"Hey no problem. For all I know I'M FREAKIN UNPLEASANT!! Problem is I don't remember. I don't remember anything. You are the only living thing I know and you know what? YOU'RE PRETTY UNPLEASANT!!"
Garcia prepared to return fire when he noticed Bolt was staring over his shoulder.
"What?"
"I found our fast set of wheels."
Garcia turned to see what Bolt was indicating. Parked in front of a was a red and black Dodge Challenger SRT8.
"I like your eye." Garcia commented. "To the trunk?"
Bolt chuckled as he padded towards the car. "The trunk? Why the trunk?"
The driver of the car walked calmly towards it. He sat in the seat.
"There's our chance. We need to get in the trunk though."
Bolt stared at the older cat. "You've done this before haven't you?"
"Oh yeah. Humans call it a road trip. Let's go."
The Muscle car sped down the highway. The speed limit was 70. The car was traveling well over 100.
Bolt sat in the trunk breathing heavily. Garcia was sitting calmly in the other corner of the car with a smug grin on his face.
The car's V-8 roared as it accelerated blindly. Garcia suddenly realized the velocity at which his method of transportation was going.
The car was traveling at about 110 miles per hour now.
"Hey Garcia!" Bolt shouted over the engine's roar. "You don't look too good!"
Garcia didn't hear him. He was looking queasy.
"Aren't you used to these things?" Bolt asked.
"Not things that go this fast!" Garcia shouted back.
Suddenly a siren started up. Bolt's brow furrowed. "That can't be good."
"We should just wait for this guy to pull over."
Garcia sat calmly, the same smug grin on his face. "You ought to stop freaking out."
The driver slammed his foot down on the accelerator.
Bolt was blown back by the acceleration."YOU MORON!! WE'RE PULLING OVER!!" He shouted at the driver.
"Oh, I'm sure he understood that!" Garcia shouted. "We're caught in an old fashioned Smokey chase!"
But Garcia was slowly losing his cool. The car was going really fast. He clutched the side of the trunk.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!!" He shouted.
The Challenger was half in control. It was skidding and the tires were squealing.
"Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes!" Garcia shouted at the driver.
The sirens were getting closer. Garcia suddenly noticed a small latch hanging from the trunk top.
"TIME TO GO!!!" He shouted. He pulled the latch. The trunk door swung up.
Bolt screamed. "What are you doing?!"
Garcia jumped from the trunk. He laughed triumphantly. He was free. Then he crashed onto the windshield of the police car.
The two officers stared at the cat that had appeared on their windshield.
Suddenly something bigger hit their windshield. It was a dog.
The dog was bigger than the cat. And heavier. The windshield shattered, sending the two animals into the police car.
The officers screamed. The car spun out of control. It smashed through a guard rail and rolled multiple times
before finally coming to a stop.
Bolt looked around. The two officers were unconscious. Garcia was giggling excitedly.
He grabbed Garcia and dragged him out the shattered front window.
Garcia was still giggling excitedly. "That was fun!"
Bolt grabbed him by the neck. "Listen to me. If you ever pull that again, I don't care whether you helped me or not. I'm gonna tear your throat out."
He released the cat. Then he padded away.
"That probably wasn't a real threat." Garcia thought.
"That was a real threat." Bolt announced, over his shoulder.
Garcia swallowed nervously.