Previously…

As both cars roll out onto the empty highway, cars were honking their horns at them, as they dodge the two. Braedey rolled off onto the median strip in the middle of the Interstate, coming to a stop as he does so, whilst McQueen was still in the middle of the highway. Braedey woke up slowly, his eyes adjusting, then he noticed something that made his eyes snap open: a semi-truck was gonna flatten Lightning!

"MCQUEEN! GET UP!" Braedey yelled out, his engine roaring out.

McQueen woke with a start, then saw the truck ahead of him, blaring his horn at him. With a scream, he got in gear, and dodged the truck. Next, he saw a car ahead, and dodged that, too. Then, he saw a wall of three trucks ahead, all of them blaring their horns, and McQueen spun out on the median.

Braedey rolled up to his partner. "You okay?" He asked.

Lightning nodded lightly, breathing heavily of what just happened, and looked to the Interstate, seeing all the other cars and trucks go by. "MACK!" He screamed, then with his engine roaring loud, he got back on the Interstate, dodging cars and trucks in the process, Braedey racing just behind him as they try and go after Mack.

Lightning McQueen and Braedey Martin raced along through the night, dodging and weaving through traffic on the Interstate 40, desperately trying to find Mack as they go about.

"Mack!" Mcqueen called out, but as he was alongside a flat-nose truck, his eyes widened at what he saw ahead. Braedey now raced alongside McQueen, and he too saw what was ahead of them.

There has got to be over a hundred or so semi-trucks with trailers up ahead of the two racers, all of them in the same shape and form as that of Mack. With no other options, Lightning and Braedey race off to try and find their driver.

"Mack!" Lightning called to one truck.

"Is that you, Mack!" Braedey called to another truck.

"Mack!" Lightning yelled, then he noticed something. It was an 18-wheeler like Mack, with the same trailer, and it was leaving the Interstate. "Mack! Mack, wait for us!" He called, and began to race off the interstate to catch up.

"Lightning, wait!" Braedey called, accelerating to catch up with his partner. Then, he saw the truck's trailer lights. "That might be Mack."

Then, as the truck passed down the road, the sound of ringing bells could be heard, along with two flashing lights. Braedey knew that sound: it was a railroad crossing, and a train was heading for it!!

Braedey and Lightning accelerated as fast as they could, determined to get past the train to catch their truck. The diesel train saw them, and started to blare his horns loudly at the two, trying to tell them to stop. But, the two didn't listen as they power ahead as fast as their wheels can carry them. They then pushed themselves a little bit further, and cleared the crossing, just before the train reached it.

"Mack! Mack!" Lightning called, as the truck soon slowed down to a stop. "Mack! Wait up." He called, but as he and Braedey pull up alongside the truck, they were surprised to see the truck wasn't Mack. "What? You're not Mack."

McQueen was right. The truck wasn't Mack. It was actually a large Peterbilt Semi Hauler, a model based on a Cabover Engine Peterbilt 352. Although he is rather rusty around the place, his maroon colour is still visible, which is present on both him and his trailer. On his roof cap and trailer doors are pictures of recycled batteries. He has a grey bumper and grey rims.

"Mack? I ain't no Mack! I'm a Peterbilt, for dang sake!" The Peterbilt grumbled, and turned right. "Turn on your lights, you moron!" With that, the Peterbilt drove off and disappeared into the night, leaving the two racecars behind under the lone light overhead.

"Mack..." Lightning thought aloud, thinking about where Mack could have gone to, then he realised something, his eyes widening. "The Interstate!"

With a rev of his engine, McQueen reverses and quickly performs a three-point-turn, and with a screech of his tyres, and the roar of his engine, he raced down the empty road.

"McQueen! Wait up!" Braedey called out, now following after McQueen just a few seconds behind him.

But, unbeknownst to the two, they had just passed by a road sign that read 'Route 66'.

Lightning McQueen and Braedey Martin both raced on through the night down the lone road, the latter not sure where of they were even going. Braedey slowed down a bit, but as he does so, he can't seem to catch sight of Lightning up ahead anymore.

"Now I know what Rusty and Dusty meant by getting us some headlights." Braedey mumbled to himself as he slows himself down. "I can't see a thing at all." He wasn't even sure as to where he is in the first place.

Then, Braedey narrowed his eyes and sees what looks like a billboard sign up on the side of the road, but the lights were so old and rusty, it was hard for him to see what it said and to what it might be. He slowed himself down to a stop, and he saw a police car that was woken up from his sleep, no doubt by Lightning racing past him. The police car is a 1949 Mercury Police Cruiser, with blue eyes, his front grille being a moustache, his body painted black and white, with a Police Department badge on both of his doors, and the name 'Sheriff on them as well. He has a red siren on his roof, and aftermarket "curb feelers" on his fenders to help avoid scuffing his whitewall tyres.

"Excuse me, officer." Braedey asks gently to the police car. "Did you see a red racecar go by here? He looks like me, but he has a brighter red paint job, and has the same number as me."

"Yeah. He went that way." The Sheriff now looked down the road with a scowl. "Not in my town, you don't." He flips on the spotlights on his sides, turns on his siren, and he raced after Lightning, as Braedey followed along after him.

As he races along, McQueen now saw the lights behind him, and he heard the siren, and he knew it was the Sheriff or highway cops. "Oh, no..." He groaned to himself, then he had a thought. "Oh, maybe he can help me!" But, as he began to slow down, a loud bang suddenly echoes behind him, and Lightning immediately swerves in response. "He's shooting at me! Why is he shooting at me?!" He cried out.

The loud bang, however, was not that of a gun. It was actually the Sheriff's engine making the noise, as he started to backfire quite loudly. "Hoo, I haven't gone this fast in years." He coughed in response as he tries to go faster. "I'm gonna blow a gasket or somethin'."

Braedey now rode up alongside the Sheriff. "I'll help in any way I can, sir." He told the Sheriff, much to his gratefulness. "I might consider being a stand-by cop."

Back with the rookie, he still believed that he was being shot at, and he started to swerve left and right across the road. McQueen then heard two more bangs. "Serpentine!" He swerves left and right along the road. "Serpentine, serpentine!" He said to himself.

But to the Sheriff's point of view, it makes him look he was some kind of drunk driver. "What in the blue blazes? Crazy hot rodder." He said to himself, as he began to accelerate after, trying to catch up with the red racecar ahead of him, his engine backfiring again.

Neither one of them were going to back down as they continue their chase down the road in the dead of the night.

Radiator Springs. A happy place. Or it was once a happy place.

Nowadays, it was considered the most boring place. And the most depressed looking. And its residents were looking quite the same. They looked miserable, as they stood outside their stores, expecting a customer to come. But, none had had any in such a long time.

Just in the entrance of the town stood a café gas station. The sign read 'Flo's V8 Café'. The main building is circular-shaped, painted yellow and green with the logo on top. On either side, it has two narrow buildings, holding three cars who need gas on each side. The café was shaped to look reminiscent of that of a V8 engine.

Inside the cafe is a beautiful a 1957 GM Motorama Show Car. She has light green eyes, painted in light green with cream stripes on her sides, and she has long fins on her rear. A bored expression was present on her face.

Outside the cafe where three cars. Sitting by one of the gas pumps is a a 1959 Chevy Impala Lowrider. His license plate reads "LOWNSLOW". His paint job is flake purple with some lighter colour in the mix, with yellow-orange flames on his side, and pinstriping on his hood, silver rims, and a shiny coat overtop of his paint, giving him a glossy look.

Stilling on the curb of the café staring up at the slowly blinking traffic light where two more cars. The first is a 1942 Willys MB 'Jeep', painted army green, with brown tire treads and green rims. On his back. he has a spare tire. He has the number 984673 painted in white on either side of his hood and a Sergeant Major insignia on his doors.

The car beside him, however, is a 1960 Volkswagen Type 2 Bus. His license plate reads "51237". He is painted light green, with "Peace", "Groovy", and "Love" painted on either sides of his doors, as well as various swirl and flower designs. On his front, he has the VW logo, as well as chrome headlights. He has light green rims, surrounded of course by black tire treads. He has a license plate on his front.

Diagonally across the café stood another shop, with the sign 'Luigi's Casa Della Tyres.' You can pretty much guess what they sold.

A small car sits by the front entrance to his store. He is a 1959 Fiat 500, His license plate reads "44.5-10.8". He is painted yellow, with chrome rims, and a sunroof is modified to look like hair. He was also looking bored as he sat in the front doors.

Another vehicle who works the shop could be seen repeatedly straightening a tyre on display that keeps getting pushed by a sign. The vehicle is an Alza Tutto Forklift, inspired by the design of the 1959 BMW Isetta. He is painted several different shades of blue, with two gray forklift "arms" built into him.

Just a little further down the road, there is a small red brick and white stone courthouse. A statue of an old car grinning with one gold tooth stood proudly. The sign below it says 'Stanley. Our founder. 1909'. Surrounding the statue were flowers in tyres.

A giant 1960s style firetruck was currently watering the flowers with a fire hose. He most closely resembles a mid-1960s Pirsch pumper, but also resembling American LaFrance firetruck models. His license plate reads "002". He is painted almost entirely red, with the exception of his doors, which have the Radiator Springs Courthouse & Fire Department logo on them. He is equipped with many firefighting tools, such as a ladder and several hoses.

At another shop, an older car could be seen fast asleep on the porch. The shop was filled with souvenirs and trinkets and read 'Radiator Springs Curios'. The car is a 1923 Ford Model T 2-Door Sedan painted entirely black, with headlights that have a purple tint to them. She has a spare tyre attached to her trunk, but with a chrome interior, as opposed to her four black rims. Her license plate, which is located on her spare tyre, reads "MT23".

Back at the cafe, the two cars were both sitting on the sidewalk, the two of them keeping their gaze at the slowly blinking traffic light that seemed to only stay on yellow, not changing to either red or even green.

"I'm telling you, man." The Volkswagen says, his mouth hanging a little open. "Every third blink is slower." The light continued to blink, not changing speed at all.

The military Jeep turned to the Volkswagen van, eyeing him warily. "The 60's weren't good for you, were they?" He asked him rhetorically.

Just then, the sound of a car backfiring now catches all of their attention. The three male cars now roll up to the curb and look down the road where the commotion was coming from, just as they heard the faint sound of what might be a roaring engine that's getting closer…

Lightning McQueen continued to accelerate down the road at high speed, trying to get away from the trigger happy cop behind him, but to no avail. Then, he noticed something in the distance. Finally, he spots lights up ahead as the road levels out. As he gets closer he's shocked when he realised what he was looking at. It was an old rundown town.

"What?" McQueen cries out. "That's not the Interstate!" Another bang from the car behind suddenly caught him by surprise, making him lose control and run through a line of orange cones. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" McQueen makes a hard left turn, only to head right towards a massive orange traffic cone!! "AAHHHH!"

McQueen turns right, losing his steering due to the sudden shock and confusion, and with the sudden grip of Tarmac, he races away. But, due to the lack of light, he fails to notice the barbed wired fence right in front of him until it's too late. "No, no, no, no!" McQueen yelps when he slams right through it. The wires wrapped around him, then he panics again when a big 'Drive Through' sign comes out of nowhere and he follows the direction of where it's pointing.

"I'm not the only seeing this, right?" The Volkswagen van asked to the others, as they consciously searched to where the racecar had gone off to.

Suddenly, Lightning McQueen comes bursting out from the back of the cafe, knocking over pyramids of oil cans all across the cafe.

"Incoming!" The Jeep yelled out, as he suddenly reversed suddenly and quickly out of the way, along with the Volkswagen and Chevy lowrider.

But, as McQueen passed by them, he scratches the purple/red flame low rider's paint that was parked beside the cafe, angering him. "Hey, you scratch my paint!" He shouted in his thick Hispanic accent.

The rookie next heads straight to the tyre shop. Normally, this would be a great time to stop before any more damage can be made. But, the adrenaline mixed with fear and confusion told him otherwise. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" He cried out, just as he slammed through the tires, leaving behind a giant mess.

"My tyres!" The yellow Fiat cried out at the sight of his precious tyres flying everywhere around the shop.

Lightning panics even more, due to the fact he couldn't see what was in front of him, no thanks to two giant tyres now blocking his view, then he spits out a tyre that was caught in his mouth. He swerves light and left, frantically trying to get them off, not realising he was speeding toward the courthouse.

The big fire truck, who was watering his plants, stops what he was doing in a panic when he spots the racecar and he quickly reverses into the courthouse. Lightning then saw the statue in front of him, causing him to scream out, and tries to turn away, but the cables get caught up against the statue, forcing him to go right, taking out the flowers around the statue!! The firetruck gasped in horror, seeing his beautiful flowers being destroyed.

As the racecar swerved around the status, the barbed wire wrapped around it in the process causing it to suddenly stop and spin around. Not knowing what to do, McQueen slams into reverse as hard as he could, trying to pull free. Smoke was engulfing his tyres as they burned rubber. But, as the same time, the statue was being pulled from its mounting point on the stone pillar. With a strong pull, the statue was ripped from its place on the stone, shooting up to the air. A sigh of relief escapes Lightning, when he thinks he's finally free.

Then, the statue suddenly slams down right in front of him, now scaring the racecar to death. Screaming in fear, he quickly spun around, and gassed it, driving as fast as she could out of there. But, unbeknown to him, the barbed wire around him was still wrapped around the statue, and he was now dragging it. As McQueen speeds down the road, the stand at the bottom of the statue began to dig through the pavement, destroying it with a nasty line. Lightning sped past the cafe, still dragging along the statue. The townsfolk watch him go, as he drives by.

McQueen continues to drag the statue until it goes off the road and then up a ramp, spitting it in half. The statue goes flying in the air, until it's caught by telephone wires, causing Lightning to slow down. Alarms spike up when McQueen realises he's not moving, and tries to go, straining against what was pulling against him, as smoke emerges once again from his tyres. A moment later, he is shot backwards like a slingshot, and is left in a daze, dangling on the telephone wires, still wrapped in the fence wires. The statue was sent flying over the town, now thanks to the makeshift slingshot of the telephone poles.

The townsfolk all watch as the statue soars overhead them. "Fly away, Stanley. Be free!" The Volkswagen van cried out to the statue.

But, there would be no freedom for it, because it soon slams down right back in its original spot. Not a single scratch or any other evidence to prove that it was removed in the first place, the fountain working once again.

Groaning in pain, Lightning could only hang his wheels. The force of the slingshot made him feel fuzzing and his vision blurry. Next, he could feel his brain going numb, as he tries to keep his eyes open. Just then, a flashing red light appeared in front of the red racecar. The Sheriff approaches Lightning, feeling all out of breath, after chasing after someone so fast, and aimed his lights at McQueen, as Braedey rolled up alongside.

"There you are." Braedey sighed in relief. Then, he looked back at what had happened. "What... have... you DONE?!" He yelled.

Sheriff glared up at the racecar. "Boy, you're in a heap of trouble."

Groaning, Lightning finally gives in and he goes limp. The now worn off adrenaline and the concussion to his head was just too much for him to take right now. His eyes flutter shut as he goes unconscious, hanging in the air, his wheels gone limp.