Chapter Two: The Car Accident
Joaquin walked into the parking lot of the Disney Studios. It was a black top and even though it was December, the parking lot gave off some heat from the sun as if it were the middle of the July. Joaquin's car was parked right in front. A 1937 BSA Scout Series Four. It was a two-seater, at a reasonable price of $205.48 in United States dollars, for it was a British vehicle that Joaquin received as a bonus for his work in pervious film. The car was a nice peaceful sea blue with all of the classic car amenities. A large window in the front, with a big nice steering wheel, an engine in the front, a collapsible hood in the back. It was a car fit for royalty.
Panchito also walked out into the parking lot for he decided to take the reminder of the day off. Walking to his own car, which was a 1936 Toyota Standard Sedan AA. A Japanese car that was candy apple red that smelled of Mexican food. It was one of those hand-me-down cars that the company was going to throw out, because of the ungodly aroma of cooked beef, cheese, tomatoes, rice, beans, and authentic enchiladas. But who better to take a car that smelled of Mexican food than a cartoon character who was technically from Mexico.
The rooster saw Joaquin from across the way pull out of the parking lot and be on his way. He waved but Garay didn't wave back, he didn't even notice that Panchito was there. Panchito didn't care though, he was just happy to have met the guy. He was about to get into his own car, pulling out his keys, when he heard a large, not-so-good sounding crash from the next street over. Panchito shoved his keys back in his pocket and upon protective instinct, ran across the parking lot to see what was going on and what he could do to help. Traffic backed up. People were getting out of their cars, their faces were shocked and horrified, as if Pearl Harbor were happening all over again. Panchito didn't take those looks too well.
The rooster came up to the street corner. He became speechless. Joaquin's car was totaled, the front end was destroyed, all thanks to a military tanker carrying oil to wherever it was going, apparently the destination was more important that obeying traffic laws. The lane the oil truck was in had a red light and Joaquin had the chance to go. Well, you can imagine the rest of it. The wreck took place in the middle of the street. The engine on Joaquin's car had completely been engulfed in flames. Joaquin himself was still inside, a bit dazed and confused, trapped by the airbag. A Good Samaritan had the decency to run to the nearest pay phone and call an ambulance. Another person tried to see if he could help the Garay out, but was unsuccessful. Cue the rooster with the guns.
Panchito walked over and pulled out his pistols. The man who was helping Joaquin became disturbed when he saw the rooster with pistols drawn. "What are you doing?" The man asked. Panchito, who of course, said nothing, tried to push him out of the way, but the man was persistent. "Are you a gang member or something?" Panchito looked at the good intention male with a look and matching thought, "Really, are you that dumb?" Joaquin looked over and saw him, "It's alright sir," he said, "let him do whatever it is he wants to do." The man nodded, and reluctantly stepped to the side. Panchito aimed his pistols at the airbag and fired. The bullet punctured the airbag and it slowly deflated. Panchito fired again. The hole grew larger and the airbag deflated faster.
"Can you move?" Panchito thought, knowing full well that Joaquin couldn't read his thoughts, the rooster tried to pull him out of the car before something else happened. Joaquin in truth, couldn't move at all. His legs were trapped. Panchito noticed that Joaquin's legs were crushed in between the metal of the car and the seat. They were wedged almost to the point where he wouldn't be able to get out without the Jaws of Life. Almost. Panchito bent down and tried to move Garay's legs out. Joaquin screamed in pain. "Please stop!" Panchito shook his head and continued pulling.
"Will you stop it!" The man who tried to help before said, "Can't you see that he's in pain." The Good Samaritan who called the ambulance rushed over. "The ambulance is almost here."
"Good." the other man said. He looked at Panchito, who was still pulling, "Look I know you're just trying to help," the main said, trying to pull the rooster away, "but you're only making it worse." The rooster desperately held on, very slowly Joaquin's left leg, the one that Panchito was pulling on, started to come out. Joaquin looked at the rooster, a bit annoyed that he caused pain, but thankful that he attempted to save him. The ambulance pulled up. Doctors quickly got out and with the Jaws of Life freed Joaquin and rushed him to the hospital. Panchito tried to get into the ambulance too but the doors closed on him and the ambulance drove to the nearest hospital. The rooster sighed out of disappointment and walked back towards the studio. The man who tried to push him back and out of the way followed him. "Hey," he said, "I'm sorry if I came off a bit strong." Panchito turned towards him and told him to come over with his hand. The man did so. "Clarence Nash." He said walking next to the rooster on the sidewalk. Panchito fished in his pocket for a business card and handed it to him.
Panchito Pistoles: Drifter, Part-Time Sheriff of Pátzcuaro, Mexico, Spanish to English Translator (Sign Language).
Ability to understand English and Spanish but at the moment I can't speak.
Clarence looked at the rooster, a bit disheartened. "Have you always been like this?" He said handing the business card back. Panchito nodded. "Wow, I'm sorry." Clarence said. Panchito placed an open palm and made a check mark like motion with the other. The sign language symbol for 'it's alright.'
"Hey I want you to meet someone, if that's okay with you?" Clarence asked, hoping that his friend that he was taking the rooster to would cheer him up. Panchito without question repeated the same symbol and the two walked on back to the studio.
Back in the parking lot, Donald Duck was headed out to lunch. His car was a Model T. The oldest car in the place but it was still in working condition and that's really all he needed in a car anyway. Dressed in his usual sailor outfit and hat, the duck was singing a love song to himself. "I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start, a flame in your heart." Presently, he was single, but he was thinking about asking a certain girl that he recently met out on a date. Nothing fancy, just a dinner at a nice but not too expensive restaurant. As he got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot, Clarence and Panchito walked by. Donald waved to Clarence and the rooster. "Hello Clarence," Donald said stopping a moment, showing off his smile. "Hey Donald." Clarence said, "This is Panchito Pistoles." The rooster smiled and extended his hand. "How do you do?" Donald said politely. Panchito didn't reply. Donald sat there a bit confused. "Hey you okay?" Donald asked. Panchito nodded and pulled out his business card again, showing it to Donald. "Ah, I see." Donald said understanding. The duck then began to sign, asking the rooster if he would like to go out to lunch with him. Panchito nodded and asked if he could get in the car. Donald replied with a yes. Clarence, who had no idea what was going on, was a bit impressed that Donald knew sign language in the first place, for Clarence sure as hell didn't. "Hey Donald," Clarence said, "where'd you learn to sign like that?"
"My auntie is deaf Clarence," Donald said, "Hey, there's room for one more, you wanna come?"
"Nah, I got some work to do, paperwork stuff," Clearance said, "I'll catch ya later though."
"Alright, well stay safe now." Donald said as he waved goodbye and drove off.