Hal Needham is the director of the Cannonball Run films. So he is the guy that owns it. I own only the original characters. No money is being made from this so enjoy.

Chapter 2: Cannonballers just want to have fun.

The Thunderdome, home of the TXRD Lonestar Rollergirls
Austin, Texas

A African American male named Anthony Fenderbaum sits in the stands with his best Caucasion friend Jake Blake. No neither of them have ANY relation to the Blake and Fenderbaum of the '81 and '84 Cannonball Runs. Both men are in their late twenties. Fenderbaum turns to Blake.

"So you're telling me that your sister wants to join us for the Cannonball Run?" Fenderbaum asks.

"Of course!" replied Blake. "You see after tonight her season is over. Her team ain't going to the Colvello Cup game. You see the..."

"I don't want to know!" snapped Fenderbaum. The game starts and the two teams are introduced. When Blake's sister is introduced, a young Hispanic woman in her mid twenties skates out. Her name is Jessica "Black Widow" Blake. Fenderbaum looks at Black and back at Jessi.

"I see no relation." Fenderbaum says.

"Would you believe that she's my half sister?" replied Blake.

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Somewhere in Texas, a prison break occured. Seven inmates, including a guy with blonde hair run out of the prison and to freedom. The blonde has so much hair gel in his hair that his hair is like a bunch of spikes, sticking out of his head. The blonde guy is in his early to mid twenties. This guy is known as Mr. X, the same Mr. X that got Tim Clarks thrown into a Ohio prison to rot. Mr. X is a mystery and nobody even knows his real name. Well expect for law enforcment. Mr. X keeps up with the other six and orders them around. It seems that his partnership with Danny made him leader of the group.

"We've got to find a pay phone. I need to call Danny." X says. The seven found a van with a family. They jacked the van and left the family on the side of the road.

"Why couldn't I keep the little girl?" asked a bald and built inmate.

"Because you idiot. We're trying to get in touch with Danny."

They eventually found a pay phone at a gas station. X picked up the phone and found loose change in the van's ashtray. He popped in two quarters and dialed a number.

"Hello..." came Danny's voice on the other end.

"Danny, it's me X. I'm using a pay phone in Texas."

"What the hell are you doing in Texas? I thought you were going to Mexico!"

"I was in Mexico Danny. I got caught and I'm awaiting trial in a Texas prison. The DEA caught me man and I think they're on to you."

"Alright, just get your ass down to Los Angeles."

"Why L.A. man?"

"X, I'm entering a cross country street race, called the Cannonball Run. I'm also going to deliver some goods to the L.A. Bloods. I want you there in a day or two."

"Alright, I'll bring the guys I escaped with there too."

"The more the merrier. Bye X."

"I'll see ya when I see ya Danny." X says as he hangs up the phone. "Let's find a safe place to hide out for a few hours and get us some new clothes."

---

Tim stands outside of the prison, breathing the sweet air of freedom that he has missed since a few months ago. He was free, well only till he can catch Danny Cruger. Then he was free for good. He saw the red Ford Fusion with Melissa and Jarod waiting for him. He climbs into the back of the Fusion and closes the door.

"You ready?" asked Jarod. Tim nods. "Let's go."

The Fusion left the prison and made it's way to New York.

"We should get you some new clothes Tim."

"That's okay. The prison cleans all of the clothes for the prisoner's release." Tim replies. "What we can do is go get some fast food. Because the prison food sucks."

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The Cannonballers had started to gather at the meeting place. Which is a cmapground with cabins, instead of lots to park a camper or pitch a tent. There is one main lodge that acts as the camp's administration building. Also as a bar. This is where the registration for the Cannonball Run is being held and as the starting line. Victor and J.J. watched with a smile as the race officials finished setting everything up.

"It's hard to believe that after all of these years. The Cannonball has returned." J.J. said.

"Could you guys help us finish up here?" asked one of the officials.

"Yeah sure." J.J. and Vitor split up to help set up.

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By now the Cannonballers have begun to arrive. Plus there was also a meeting of a different kind. It was the Mothers Against Video Game Violence Conference. This isn't just for the soccer moms that think their children shouldn't play violent video games, but also for those who don't like violent video games. In particular is this one man attending the conference. He has messed up grey hair and wears a black business suit. His name is Jack Johnson. Next to him is a woman in her early twenties with blonde hair past the shoulders. She wears a green tie dye t-shirt that says Barberton High School 2000 and jean shorts. Jack looks over at her.

"You hate violent video games?" he asks. She nods in reply.

"Yeah, my brother was killed by a teenager that decided to re-enact Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas."

"Don't worry..." Jack didn't know her name.

"Megan. Megan Swan."

"Well Megan. After this conference is over. We'll be sure violent video games are banned in America. Game makers have no constitutional right to make violent video games."

A woman stood at the podium and tapped the microphone. Then she cleared her throat and begin to speak.

"Ladies and any gentlemen here, please give a round of applause to our guest speaker for tonight. He's a Orlando defense attorney and has been involved with a number of video game lawsuits against game companies that made violent video games. Please welcome Jack Johnson."

Megan and the other applauded as Jack walked up to the podium to drink a bit of water and clear his throat. He began his speech.

"Ladies and any gentlmen in attendence today. We have a enemy that must be stopped from corrupting our children to kill and commit crimes." Jack shows a picture of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. "The violent video game..."

Outside Ricky was working on his car with a German man that checked the Monte Carlo's engine.

"Give it some gas." the man said and Rick slammed his foot on the gas pedal. Causing the engine to roar. So loud in fact Jack couldn't be heard. He waits till the engine ides down a bit before continuing.

"Now..."

Ricky gives it more gas and this time he holds it until the window behind Jack shatters. Causing Jack to fall face first onto the podium, breaking it.

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A retired ambulance pulled into the resort's main parking lot. Inside was Dominic and Joseph. The ambulance wasn't that old, it's model is still in use. Though this one was retired a couple of weeks ago because the hospital got a new one with the latest in medical technology. They get out and walk towards the Cannonball registration table. Where J.J. and Victor were waiting. The family hugged and shook hands.

"So you got here okay." J.J. says and then notices the ambulance. "Trying what we did in our first Cannonball Run huh?"

"Yep." Joseph replies. "Just retired a few weeks ago. Bought it from the junk yard guy. It was still in perfect condition. Nothing really needed to be added or changed. We're ready and we've found a doctor. Go show them our doctor Dominic."

Dominic comes back with a man in his late twenties, wearing a white coat and OR scrubs. The man has short jet black hair, brown eyes with wire rimmed glasses and a goatee. He holds out his hand and J.J. shakes it. "I'm Dr. Ian McDonald. Pleased to meet you."

"I hope you don't inject yourself with your own injections." J.J. was about to tell him about the doctor that Victor hired in Cannonball of '81. "Don't worry Mr. McClure. I'm actually not a real doctor. I only pretend to be a doctor to get rich quick. I do admit to knowing a few things about medicine though."

Joe looks over at Dominic. "Can I talk to you privately please?"

They walk over to a area with no people around. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"What. He said he was a doctor and we needed a doctor."

"You found a quack!"

"Well it can't be helped right now. We have to keep him on our team. I can't find another doctor right now." Dominic said. Joe walks away swearing under his breath.

---

The pre race party was in full swing. Cannonballers have gathered from all across the country to race across the country. Tim sat with Melissa and Jarod, in which Tim was very unconfortable. "I don't like the way everybody is staring at me."

"What are you talking about?" Jarod looks around and notices everybody who has watched the news in the last year to reconize Tim as the infamous Mr. X. Whom everybody thinks is Tim and is looking at him with malice in their eyes. Jarod assures Tim that he's not Mr. X and anybody who thinks otherwise is wrong.

"I'm going out for some fresh air." Tim got up and walked out of the bar. Everybody stared at him as he left.

Meanwhile Jack and Megan walks into the bar. He notices all of the Cannonballers and thinks they are terrorists or supporters of violent video games.

"What's going on here?" Megan asks Jack. "I thought we are the only convention in this resort."

"They're probably terrorists."

"They don't look like terrorists. They look like simple American people to me."

"Then they must be supporters of violent video games. Yes that's what they are. They heard about our little convention. I'll go see if they are supporters."

He walks by Dominic and Joe's table and purposely drops his pen. He gets on the floor to listen in on the two.

"So Dominic, which route should we take?" Joe asks his friend.

Dominic thinks about it. "I say we go through Ohio. Sounds better and it could be quicker."

"It could be, but I think we should take a different route to win this Cannonball Run."

The waitress brings them their drinks. Dominic takes the fruit off his drink. "I don't like fruit in my drink."

Then dumps it on Jack without even noticing he was down there. Jack wipes the fruit off of him and quietly slips out of the bar, where Megan was waiting for him. He gets up and wipes hthe side of his head. "Supporters of violent video games my fat hairy ass. These guys make supporters look like Sisters of Charity. These guys are Cannonballers. Cannonballers haven't been seen since the 80's."

Megan looked at him with a look of confusion. "You have a fat hairy ass?"

---

Tim was nervous as he sat with Jarod and Melissa in a booth at the bar. Tim takes another sip of his beer. "Everybody is giving me those looks."

Jarod looked at him and asked, "What looks?"

"The looks that say 'When did Mr. X get out of prison and why is he in the Cannonball?' Those looks Jarod. Everybody here thinks that I'm Mr. X."

"I doubt that bald guy over there thinks you're Mr. X." Melissa said. "In fact that guy over at the bar is glaring at you with daggers."

"What guy?" Melissa pointed to Danny Cruger sitting over at the bar. Tim quickly looks and turns around. "Holy crap. It's him."

"Yes and we can't blow our cover."

---

T-Bone sits next to Danny. "Yo, who are you looking at?"

"Them." Danny nodded at Tim's team. "That one guy there was sent to jail after Mr. X framed set him up. That older guy looks awfully familiar too."

"Whatever..." T-Bone held up his bottle of beer. "How about a toast to the longest drug run we ever had to do and to the Cannonball."

"I'll drink to that." they both clanged their bottles together and drank.

---

Carl was helping Billy with his motorcycle, the El Diablo. Billy didn't work all the bugs out.

"That should do it." Billy said. "Start it up and let's see how it runs."

Carl started the El Diablo and it immediately took off. "I think it's the clutch! Not the throttle!"

The El Diablo was speeding along the ground as everybody jumped out of it's way.

"Everybody get out of the way!" Carl yells just in time as Jack, who just got done talking to the police, jumped through the front window of a cabin.

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Rick sat at a corner table, drinking beer and checking out the competition.

"Sucks, sucks, snow ball's chance in Hell..."

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Taiki and Amanda were having a drinking contest. Unfortunately for Taiki, Amanda won when Taiki passed out at the bar. Amanda raises her hands in victory to everyone cheering for her.

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Ahmed was with his two bodyguards in their limo. Ahmed got out and asked one of his bodyguards to reigster them as he went to the bar.

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The Blakes and Fenderbaum were at the bar. Both men were dressed as Catholic priests. Anthony is upset that he can't pick up any women. On the account that they are Catholic priests.

"Next time Fenderbaum we're Methodists! Got that? Methodists!" he then turns to his sister. "Methodists, right?"

Jessica is dressed as a nun. Who gave him a unhappy 'I'm going to kill you in a few seconds' look. "I hate you."

J.J took the stage and grabbed a microphone. "Welcome everybody to the return of the Cannonball. It has been twenty-one years since the second Cannonball. Which was started up by Ahmed's uncle, I think. Tell Shiek hello Ahmed."

Ahmed is trying to hide his embarassment.

"Tomorrow night at midnight we begin the Cannonball Run. So enjoy tonight and enjoy the facilities this resor has to offer. You might as well tune up your cars too. Because this race is a doozy. Good night and I'll see you all tomorrow night in the front of this building at eleven-thirty."

Everybody went back to their drinking.

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Tim and Jarod were makign sure everything on the Fusion was in working order. Ricky approached Tim.

"Hey Timmy!" Tim turns to Ricky. Both men don't seem to get along well. They didn't in high school and they still don't today. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm glad you're out. I know you're not the infamous Mr. X and I hope you'll get your criminal record wiped clean."

"Thanks Rick." Tim went back to inspecting the car. "Thanks a lot."

J.J. and Victor gather all of the Cannonballers. Both notice over a hundred racers present. J.J. steps foward to start his speech.

"Soon every last one of you will be making history once again. Each of you will be racing the Cannonball Run. I'll make this short and I want you to all know that there is no state in this country that will give the death penelty for speeding. I don't know about Ohio though."

"They don't trsut me!" Tim shouts from the back. Where he stands to hide himself from the other racers. Every considers him as Mr. X, so he needs to hide from them.

"Thank you for informing me." J.J. said back. "Let the 2006 Cannonball Run begin!"

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On the highways of Arizona, a van with Mr. X and the escaped prisoners.

"Are you sure we won't get caught?" asked a prisoner with a mullet, simply known as Sensei. Since he was a teacher figure to the new prisoners. Well actually he taught them all how to survive prison life. Including what you do when you drop the soap. Nobody wants to know what you do when that bar of soap slips from your hand, slide across the shower floor and rests next to a fat guy named Bubba; who hasn't been with a woman in years.

"Yes Sensei, I know so..." Just then police sirens were heard. X saw the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror. "They're not going to catch us!"

With that said. the van sped off into the night with the police officer ordering the van to pull over.

Author's Comment: Sorry this took a while. I was getting sidetracked with other fics. Well next chapter will be the thoughest one to tackle. This is the start of the race. I'm going to make it as good as possible with trying to input scenes. I don't want chapter two rushed. Because this is going to be a five chapter story. The next two chapters are the race and advancement of the storyline. The fifth chapter is the showdown and race towards the finish line. Don't worry. I won't make chapter three boring and rushed. I'm going to try to come up with a sub plot for chapter three.