This story was originally going to have a happy ending. Unfortunately for our Delinquent friends, I've decided to make it less happy. If you want to read a story with a cheerful conclusion, this probably won't be your first choice (but it isn't too unhappy either, FYI).

The big, box-shaped car watched as a group of sparkly, rainbowy and thoroughly bad looking tuner cars drove into Radiator Springs. He barely suppressed his snarl of anger, hiding it behind his best "Look, I'm a nice boy from the country!" smile. He greeted them warmly enough, and began planning the best way to punish these vile cars for coming to his town.

DJ awoke suddenly to the sound of clanging metal. He looked out the window of his Cozy Cone motel room and, not having seen anything, went out to investigate. Boost, Snot Rod, and Wingo were also coming out of their cones. They all went to take a look.

What they saw made them all gasp in shock. Someone had spray painted their gang's acronym onto the "Radiator Springs: a happy place" painting on the side of a building, and several paint cans were lying about.

"Was it you, Wingo?" Asked Boost quietly.

Wingo shook his hood no. "You know I only graffiti Speed Limit signs, and I haven't even done that in ages."

Boost's mouth twisted into something that looked suspiciously like a smile of amusement. "Oh yeah, I guess I forgot."

"We'd better get out of here," muttered Snot Rod.

"Agreed," replied Boost.

The four cars turned to leave, only to find their way blocked by the local sheriff (who, creepily, was actually named Sheriff) and a tough looking car named David who resembled DJ... except he didn't look like a "bad kid".

All four Road Hazards looked nervously at Sheriff.

"We didn't do it," Boost spoke up bravely, "it was already here when we came to take a look."

Sheriff frowned. "I find that highly unlikely. Why would anyone else write 'DRH' on the first building you see upon entering this town?"

"...Not to frame us so we'd have to leave, surely," Wingo said, his voice dripping sarcasm.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow," growled Sheriff as he stuck parking boots on their tires and escorted them to the impound lot.

DJ's first thought next morning was that his wheel hurt. He groaned. That dratted parking boot was probably designed for cars with little wheels. Forklifts, maybe. Not for Scion Xbs. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the impound lot.

"Mornin', you pretty little tuners!" It was the revoltingly rusted tow truck named Ta-Mater.

DJ looked at him warily, carefully hiding his disgust at the truck's appearance. "Good morning."

"You tuners are gonna have a wonderful day, Sheriff says!" Mater informed DJ, "The trial's in just a few hours, and if you lose, you're probably gonna plough a few fields! Boy, I wish I was you."

"Is that sarcasm?" Asked Snot Rod as he drove over and parked next to DJ.

Mater looked startled. "'Course not!"

Snot Rod stared at wide-eyed, friendly Mater in disbelief. "Then Sheriff was being sarcastic. There is nothing fun about trials or community service."

"I love community service," the tow truck replied proudly, "and trials around here are short and sweet."

DJ smacked his hood with his tire. Goody-four-tires tow trucks could be so annoying!

Sure enough, the trial was short. None of the DRH could afford a lawyer, so the ever helpful Mater volunteered for the job.

He made a terrible lawyer.

Sheriff's friend, the huge Honda Element named David, was supervising the four cars as they took turns ploughing in teams of two. DJ couldn't help feeling lucky when he was assigned to help Boost with ploughing instead of Snot Rod. All the dust they were going to kick up would totally set off poor Snotty's allergies.

"Get moving, you two! The sooner you're done, the sooner you can leave this town!" David barked.

Boost glared. "You aren't a cop or a drill sergeant. We're only doing this because Sheriff is. Don't start feeling like you have authority over us, creep."

David looked angry, but he didn't say anything.

Over the next few hours, Wingo (who was awaiting his turn at ploughing) became very bored. He started teasing David to provide some amusement.

"Hey David!"

"...What."

"How many Honda Elements does it take to change a tire?"

David clenched his teeth and braced himself for the punchline.

"Five. One to hold the bolt in place, and four to turn the car around!"

David audibly ground his teeth, and Boost snickered.

"Here's another good one. A Honda Element asked someone what time it was, and he told her it was 3:15. The Element, looking puzzled, replied, 'You know, it's the weirdest thing. I've been asking that question all day and each time I get a different answer.'" Guffawed Wingo.

David was rapidly losing his self control. He drove toward Wingo slowly, then punched one of Wingo's headlights with his tire. Wingo yelped in pain as his headlight cracked.

Snot Rod lunged forward and rammed David, "Oh no you don't," he growled.

"What is going on here?" Sheriff had come to check on the DRH while everyone had been distracted. Not having any way to know how much the police car had seen, they all edged away from each other and looked around guiltily.

Wingo took the opportunity to attempt to incriminate David. "Well sir, I was bored so I started telling jokes. David got sick of my jokes so he cracked my headlight. Snot Rod came to my rescue."

"Is this true?" Sheriff asked grimly.

Boost, DJ, and Snot Rod all nodded.

David shook his hood. "It's partly true, sir, but Wingo wasn't telling jokes. He was insulting me. The things he said..." David looked angry and hurt.

"But no one physically attacked you until you attacked Wingo?" Questioned Sheriff.

David remained silent.

"David, go wait for me at the impound. I'll speak with you later. DJ, Boost, GET BACK TO WORK!"

The two Road Hazards meekly did as they were told.

And David began planning revenge.

Notes:

I'm planning on doing a sequel for this story at some point. I really like David (in case you hadn't noticed, he's an insanely irrational car. Fun to write and imagine.), but I do want him to be punished for framing the DRH someday. And no, David isn't a character from either of the movies. He looks a bit like Miles Axlerod, but that's pure coincidence.

I'm not good at writing stories with police and trials. Please don't judge me too harshly if I did a bad job writing Sheriff or something.

This story is set before Lightning came to Radiator Springs. David left the town before the movie Cars began.

Oh, and that you for reviewing and/or favoriting this fanfic! Seeing that people enjoy my writing makes my day.