Well, now I knew her name...! I saw her get out, "Nothing yet, Dad! Still looking!" I began to wonder who "Dad" was. I could tell he was the one in charge, though. As I found myself being picked up and carried, I passed by Maggie and "Dad".
They began to have a conversation with Crazy Dave AKA Hitler. "Oh, please, I'm sure there's a winner out there somewhere.", Hitler said, in a voice that mocked me.
As I saw the big claw coming near me from above, I began to call out,
"Maggie! Dad! Maggie! Dad! Help! Help me please!", now if that was in human language, Maggie and Dad would have noticed me for sure. Maggie came near me and my hopes soared, my wheel still killing me from that drop.
"Dad, its perfect. If that horn didn't go off, I wouldn't have noticed...", My hopes got higher, "This Nissan!", she ran past me and I wimpered. Dad approached me,
"Hey, Mags, what about this guy? These are great, you know, you take care of them, they run forever!", Dad said, patting me on the roof. Some affection I hadn't had in awhile.
"Well, Dad, its cute... But Dad...!", she said, just as I was picked up. I felt the crusher struggle with the claw, telling her to drop me and fast! So! Another living one! As I explained before, a living vehicle is about three out of every three hundred. She began to try to loosen her grip, and just as Crazy Dave/Hitler was saying, "I think I can make you a deal!" I was dropped right on top of that Nissan. Now, if it where one that was alive, I would feel guilty! Maggie sighed,
"I'll give you fifty for the Bug...!" Oh, cummon, I knew I was worth more than that!
Hitler started making excuses, but Maggie shook her head. "Seventy five?"
"Oh, sold!", Hitler cried, "I'll go get the papers!"
As he left, Dad approached me again, "Well at least we know the horn works..."
Later on, I daydreamed in the sunshine that was suddenly much cozier and more comfortable. It made me sleepy and hyper at the same time. I watched Maggie skate on a board as Dad fixed my wheel, which also felt good. I rocked along with how the board tilted, but I made sure Dad didn't notice. Dad got up and I felt glad to be back on all four wheels again. I smiled a bit in releif. I listened,
"Okay, brakes are good, gas is good... Hey, look at that! The speedometer goes over two hundred...!", I heard Dad say. Maggie chuckled a bit.
"Somebody has a sense of humor!"
"Alright, Mags."
"Thank you, Dad!"
Maggie got inside of me. Just as she did that, I decided to clue her in. I opened up my glove box, revealing a note from my previous owner.
Maggie curiously took it and I smiled a little.
"Please take care of Herbie. Whatever your problem, He'll help you find the answer... Great! Fortune cookie on wheels!"
That was sort of a letdown that it didn't mean anything to her. So once she put the key in, I decided to run wild and prove who I was! I was not just some car!
"What? Car! CAR! You're a car, I drive!", she screamed. I inwardly cracked up, laughing. I suddenly came to a halt realizing that I'd dashed into an auto shop and almost ran over someone!
I would apoligize, but I kind of can't. The guy came out and fell back onto the floor. tsk, tsk, tsk...!
He and Maggie had a conversation and I found out the mechanic's name was Kevin. Okay. Kevin. Well met! I'm Herbie!... I hope Maggie tells you that... But, will you believe, or will I have to show you?
I didn't really listen to much of their conversation until I heard the words "Test Drive".
Sure, why not? I'll be sure to do a wheely or two!
I drove along, pretending to be a hunk of junk, just to show them what a real hunk of Junk was. I was doing fine until Maggie called me a bucket of bolts, then I decided it was time. I did a big fat wheely down the street, scaring the daylights out of the two!
When I stopped at a red light, I felt Kein pop up against my windsheild. Maggie pulled out my key, hoping I would stop it. Hah! Fat chance!
"Well, its got more horsepower than I expected..."
"Are you kidding me? He just took off!"
"He?"
"Yeah. Herbie!", Maggie cried.
"Okay, so the car's name is Herbie?"
"Not my first choice, the name came with the car."
"Oh, okay. Take it easy, Mags... Herbie...", Kevin seemed to think she was nuts!
Cummon, make him drive! Make him drive!
I drove myself, ignoring the two's cries, and I stopped at a place where I had the feeling that there was trouble. I heard alot of laughing and snickering. People pointed at me and whispered to eachother. I revved my engine, but Crap! There was something in one of my tail pipes that made a popping noise...!
Great... That was embarrassing. Almost like the time I accidentally farted in public...!
As Maggie got out, I watched her, silently begging her to come back and hang out with me. I heard her and her friends joking about me being ugly.
Erm, excuse me? At least I don't look like I carry prostitutes and gangsters in me like alot of those fancy pants sports cars! I actually look friendly and not like I'm trying to run over you!
Maggie later approached me, pulling the board out of my backseat.
Please don't tell me you're gonna spank me!
"Tell Crazy Dave he can keep his cash, I'll stick with my board.", she said. I didn't really get what she meant.
"Wait, what about the car?", Kevin asked. Now I listened closely, trying to get an answer.
"Hello, look around! Somebody will take this thing off my hands!", she said. As she left, I began beeping.
Maggie! Maggie, no! I didn't mean to be a bad car! I won't do it again! I promise! Please! Stay! Stay! I just want to be loved! please! Stay! Maggie-
I was muted by her unplugging my horn. I had a feeling she had forgiven me!
"What is with this car? Its like it's trying to embarrass me and-"
I'll show you embarrasing!
SPLAT! I put oil all over her shirt. I did NOT want to be walked all over! Kevin had opened my trunk and I hardly realized it. It had the old racing outfit from my owner in it! He came up to Maggie, who had just put my horn back on.
"Someone left these in the tru-uuhhh, you look great! There's a tiny little bit of oil on you but- hey-? Hey, what happened?", Kevin said "Stand gaurd, no peeking", said Maggie. I shut my own trunk. "Don't fire up yourself!... No peeking...!", Kevin said, just as he rotated my mirror to peek.
Grossed out I pulled it back.
Aw, cummon! Give a lady her privacy!
I fought with Kevin over the mirror, hoping he would get the hint. He seemed to be denying that yes, in fact, he did beleive!
Maggie got out and put her board back in, deciding to keep me.
I smiled at this. She started to look around inside of me, "Hey, where are the keys?", she asked. I reminded her not to forget the helmet by pushing her with my door. She fell into the helmet and bumped into the man who had been showing off on stage a few minutes ago. His name was Trip Murphy. I knew he wasn't evil like Simon or Horace, but I could sense that we where NOT going to get along well. I would give him a chance, incase my senses where wrong. I waited and listened.
"Woah, guy. All you gotta do is ask.", Trip said as he signed the helmet. He patted it.
"Yeah, I would wear a helmet too if my ride looked like that." I frowned at this. Please tell me he was just teasing! I really don't want another enemy!
Kevin bumped into trip. "Oh, whoops!", he said. He opened my door, "Cummon, lets get outta here."
"Yeah, good idea, loser.", Trip called out, "You better get this thing back to the circus before Bozo puts out an APB!"
The crowd laughed.
Thats it! I'm pissed off now! Hah! What do ya think of this!
I ran up and used my mirror to scratch his fancy car. I knew it was a huge car, but I had to do something for revenge.
I stopped afterwards, as I heard people calling for a race. I heard Kevin as he got out.
"Yeah, I'm glad I have to do this! Sure!"
I locked Maggie in, not allowing her to crawl out of the window. She cried for Kevin as she placed her hands on my windows, struggling to get out.
"What have I got to lose? Its a bug!", Trip said. I was ready for this.