As hours passed DJ and Yoana talked with each other until their sleeping time. Constant stress and anxiety still clung to the female joined by occasional shorter crying spells. She envied the male and couldn't understand how the effects of getting punished and having to stay the night in the impoundment rolled off of him like water off of a duck's back. In these times, when observing the majority's calmness and assuming their feeling safe in changed circumstances, her feelings of not belonging and not being viable took swipes at her. She crept for the stacks of tires she had arranged previously to conceal her front end. Upon reaching her destination, she began to bitterly weep.
Two powerful, warm yellow beams of light, aimed towards the confinement, caught the weather-themed tuner's attention and brought the slumbering music geek to full consciousness.
"Yoana Sparks and Devon Montgomery Johnston III.," questioned a voice originating from the sources of the light.
"Here," answered the blue vehicle then, yawned.
"Here," pressed out the female weakly.
The owner of the headlights drew closer to the jail, the male Reko-do identified Cal Weathers, who opened the lock of the gate and joined the captives.
"Sheriff changed his mind, you don't have to stay for the night, you are free to go," announced the ex-racer. "What's wrong with her," he questioned, hearing the female car's quiet sobbing.
"Being punished and the punishment, these changes, were too much for her," replied the blue tuner. "Moreover we didn't know that you can get punished here for not reporting a seen crime."
"Do you know why not reporting a seen crime is punishable by law," asked Cal.
"No," responded DJ, while Yoana was slowly crawling out of her partial cover, guided by curiosity.
"Sheriff made it up when his aging hindered him more in his tasks, which required more activity and endurance. So to make things easier for him, he made up that law and it worked. The number of crimes decreased," explained Strip Weathers's nephew.
"Why didn't he retire then," asked the lady tuner as she arrived in the guys' company, her face tear-stricken.
"I don't know, ask him," he answered.
"I'm not asking him anything," replied the female determinedly. "So, I spent hours here in the impoundment as the result of making someone's work easier," she enquired in a sort of appalled tone.
"Yes," replied the ex-racer.
She rolled her eyes to express her annoyance and anger.
"Would you take our parking boots off so we can go home," chimed the music enthusiast.
Cal Weathers quickly removed the yellow wheel boots from the Reko-dos. After saying "good-bye" to each other, Cal disappeared and the tuners rolled onto the cool, dark street and started their journey home. The blue car turned on his headlights and all of his tuner lights and began playing music as if it where the most natural thing in the world. However, only the headlights of the other one shone, indicating their owner's negative mood, auto-pilot type functioning and tiredness. It seemed to the male Reko-do that she is trying to lock out her surroundings by submerging herself into her mind and at the same time focusing on the road looking into the distance. The quietness felt uncomfortable for him, but he chose not to speak to her considering she wouldn't react well. Instead, he decided to raise her attention in a more subtle way: changing the music. He switched disks and began playing Worst Map (After) from VLDC 9. Upon hearing the first exclamations of "guh-hoo", Yoana began giggling.
"Sounds like a drunken pirate shouting," commented the lady.
"Yeah, it does," replied the male. "When I lived together in one house with Boost, Wingo and Snot Rod for a while, this used to be our wake up alarm. And after waking up we would also listen to it for a while shouting "guh-hoo" at the same time," he added. "I also played this music at the end of our fart prank," he mentioned.
"You did a fart prank together," she questioned.
"Yeah, we did," he boasted. "Boost videotaped it with his built-in camera, each of us have a copy of it and you can also find it HoodTube. Boost, a.k.a. Boostershot19, posted it. By the way, everyone knows Boostershot19 is Boost even though he did the best he can to not be found out. Do you want to know he got identified," he asked with eagerness manifesting in his grin to tell the weird story.
"Uh, yes and no," answered the violet, blue and green vehicle after a bit of thinking.
As the tuners entered Volvoda, an illuminated, yellowish speck in the bottom of the dark sea of the night, DJ asked, "Why yes and why no?"
"Yes, because I'm curious, but no, because I suspect it's going to be disgusting," she replied.
"It's going to be a little nasty," responded the blue car. "But it has some funny parts in it. Do you want me to tell you or not?"
"I do," she said.
The two Reko-do's turned onto the street in which Yoana lives, the VLDC 9 tune ended shortly after that.
"So, it started with Mater setting the tractors free for fun. All tractors were stopped and retrieved except for one. The next day Boost went to Radiator Springs and heard high-pitched mooing from behind the impoundment," he began.
After both cars took their place on the female's driveway facing each other, he continued, "He activated his built-in camera and began filming, he cautiously approached the source. His back end stuck out from behind the holding place. Mater, who was on the road just about to pass him by, noticed his rear in the edge of his windshield. He snuck to the area behind the jail in the other way to face him. "Dad gum," he shouted when he saw him. Boost was even more surprised when Mater saw that he was filming the tractor who had recently given birth to her calf, the tractor was more interesting than the calf because stuff was still hanging out of her," he expounded.
The female's distorted face indicated repulsion.
"So ever since Mater stumbled upon Boost like that, he began telling the others in Radiator Springs. So thanks to Mater, everyone knows who is making videos," he finished.
"Must have been embarrassing for Boost when he got to know he was found out," commented the weather-themed tuner.
"Yeah, for days it bothered him, he even deleted some of his content that would probably get him in trouble," replied the music enthusiast then, yawned. "It's time to get some shut-eye. You need it too."
"Yeah," answered Yoana.
She felt unsure about who should end the conversation, but she waited for the male to finish it, because she perceived it was his turn to speak. However, she hadn't known that he assumed she would say "goodbye" first because he already indicated ending the dialogue, expecting the closure from her. She began feeling uncomfortable and looking sideways for short times.
"Goodnight, Yoana," said DJ.
"Goodnight," she replied.
The blue music geek neared her and rubbed his front fender against hers, she returned the form of affection. She then, rolled into her abode as he set off for home.