The story kicks off with Tommy and Larry racing in their ultimate video game showdown. Tommy's player one, and he's totally owning it, while Larry's trying hard as player two, and they're tearing it up on the final lap.
Larry's gripping the game controller with determination, "Whoa, watch out, Tommy! Look out! Road cow coming through!"
And just like that, a cow strolls right into their race. Tommy's got quick reflexes and dodges the cow like a pro, zooming past to the finish line, while poor Larry plows straight into the moo-ing menace. Boom! His car explodes into a shower of burger patties, and Tommy's screen lights up with a flashy yellow: "Turbo-Tastic!" Stars swirl around the corners, and a shiny badge with a star pops up.
"Turbo-Tastic! Player one! You've totally crushed the time for this track!" the Game Narrator chimes in with excitement. Meanwhile, Larry's screen gets hit with bright green text that screams "Dead!" and there's a badge with a thumbs down, just to rub it in.
"Nailed it! Way to make ground beef, player two! Maybe you should consider a career as a crash test dummy!" the Game Narrator laughs, and Larry rolls his eyes.
"Ugh! Shut it! This game is lame! I'd much rather be playing Mario Kart!" Larry huffs, clearly not pleased with how that round went down.
Tommy laughed, "Yo, it's like a Wonderwall situation, but nothing's touching Mario Kart! Let's get those karts revved up like we're in a Fast and Furious track! You ready to Runaway or what? It's gonna be a Thriller! Double Dash, baby, let's make it a game of Superbass! I'm feeling like it's time to turn up the volume and race like we're chasing Livin' on a Prayer! Let's go, let's go!"
Larry flashed a big grin, "Oh, totally! We're gonna crush it in Mario Kart Double Dash! This is gonna be so epic!"
Just then, out of nowhere, Lana and her trusty frog Hops sprang up from out of the couch, totally catching the boys off guard. Larry stumbled back and plopped right on the floor! "Whoa, what just happened?!"
Tommy glanced over at Lana, his eyes sparkling like the lights at a concert, "Hey, Lana! How long have you been hiding in your own 'Wonderland'? I thought you'd be like 'Livin' on a Prayer' and burst out any second! Seriously, girl, time's ticking like a metronome, and I'm just here waiting for the beat to drop! Are you ready to 'Dance Like Nobody's Watching' or what?"
"Long enough to see just how awesome your driving skills are, and to dig up this gross old doughnut!" Lana said with a mischievous grin. Tommy watched, squirming, as Hops chomped down on the ant crawling on the yucky old donut Lana was holding. Without a second thought, she popped the whole donut into her mouth. "So, Tom, how about we put those skills of yours to the test in real life? Plus, you'll get to help your favorite Loud sister impress her hero!"
Tommy grinned, "So, Luna's trying to give Mick Swagger a 'Good Vibrations' vibe, huh? I mean, it's like she's got her 'Dancing Queen' groove on, hoping he notices her in a 'Stairway to Heaven' kind of way. I didn't know she was about to 'Shake It Off' just to catch his 'Sweet Child O' Mine' attention! What's next, a 'Love Story' montage or something?"
Lana crossed her arms and huffed, her lips forming a little pout as she shot a glare at Tommy. Meanwhile, Larry couldn't help but chuckle, amused at how his big brother was teasing her.
"Check it out, Tommy!" Lana said, excitement bubbling in her voice as she unfolded a bright, colorful poster of the Royal Woods Go-Kart Advertisement. "Just look at this! We have to enter! It's gonna be awesome!"
Tommy Reads it, "Sign up now for the Royal Woods Go-Kart Grand Prix. First Prize is a ride with Superstar Racer...
"Bobbie Fletcher"." Tommy, Lana and Larry said together.
Larry was totally clueless about what that meant (like... during a race? In her own car?) but, dude, it was so cool anyway! Bobbie Fletcher? Oh man, she's one of the best young drivers in NASCAR! She kicked off her career two seasons ago and has already snagged two wins! That totally demolishes the old record for female drivers (which was, like, zero wins) held by Danica Patrick. Larry didn't even know about Bobbie until recently? But now, he gotta say, cruising in an actual race car with someone like her? That would be beyond awesome!
Lana's eyes light up with excitement as she sighs, "I've been dreaming about it all week!"
In her mind, she can picture herself tinkering with Vanzilla, with Hops perched right on her toolbox like a proud little mechanic. Suddenly, a loud honk breaks her daydream. She peeks outside and spots Bobbie Fletcher rolling up in a shiny Stock Car right in front of The Loud House. This is going to be good!
"Hey, Lana! You ready for a totally awesome ride?" Bobbie Fletcher exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.
"Hop in!" The Racecar chimed in, its hood popping up like it was waving, ready to go.
"I don't care if I'm dreaming! Nobody pinch me!" Lana said, grabbing Hops and jumping into the car like she was on a rollercoaster.
"Buckle up, dudes!" Bobbie shouted, her voice full of enthusiasm.
Both Bobbie and Lana secured their seatbelts, grinning from ear to ear. Bobbie shifted the gear into drive, and the car roared to life, smoke billowing out from the rear tires.
"Let's fly, baby!" The Racecar cheered, revving its engine.
With a burst of speed, the car soared into the sky, zooming up into the sunset. What a ride! End of fantasy.
"That's why I'm picking you as my co-driver! I need someone who's got the skills, and you're totally the best! Let's make this happen!" Lana exclaimed enthusiastically.
Tommy chuckled, "Well, it's like, 'I wanna rock and roll all night' and 'party every day,' but looking at the rules, I'm feeling more like 'the one that got away'—a bit too old for this jam! But like, don't stop believin', I'm here to help!"
Lana's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at the ground, her emotions bubbling just beneath the surface, "Ugh, why that's not fair?" she thought, feeling a lump in her throat. With her signature determination, she took a deep breath and tried to shake it off, but it was tough not to feel overwhelmed. After all, being one of the Loud sisters meant she had to toughen up, but sometimes even the strongest of us need a moment to let it all out.
Larry rubbed his chin then snapped his fingers excitedly, "Whoa, hold up! Didn't Frankie have that awesome kid-ray thing? You know, the one that turns older kids into... well, you know, even small kids!"
Tommy's eyes lit up like a concert stage, "Oh snap, I totally zoned out on that little dude! Count me in! What kind of ride are we jamming with, Lans? Are we talking 'Fast Car' vibes or more like 'Shut Up and Drive'? 'Cause I'm ready to roll like a 'Highway to Hell'! Let's make some memories that'll echo like my favorite tunes!"
Lana instantly cheers up.
Cuts to the garage.
"Alright, everyone! Get ready for the big reveal! Ta-da! It's Loud Lightning!" Lana exclaimed with excitement as she yanked the tarp off to unveil a bathtub.
Larry exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa, Lana! That's not a go-kart, that's a bathtub! And are those Lily's old stroller wheels you're using?!"
"Hey, Larry! Stop stressing about what it is right now! Just picture how awesome it's gonna be! You gotta think big!" Lana shouted, her enthusiasm shining through.
Tommy clapped his hands, "Alright, let's get this party started! But honestly, all I'm seeing is a bathtub—like, 'All you need is love,' but I'm just not feeling it, you know? It's like 'Stuck in the middle with you' over here!" He grinned, his eyes sparkling with energy, "C'mon, let's turn this ride into a 'Fast Car' kinda vibe!"
"Hey, what if we give Lola's old princess jeep a makeover instead? I mean, that's something us humans are actually supposed to drive, right?" Larry exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Psh! That would totally mess with the whole vibe of the race! A real racer builds their own ride from the ground up, just like Bobbie Fletcher! And that's exactly what I'm gonna do!" Lana exclaimed, leaning on the bathtub for emphasis. But then, *crack*—oops! She broke a piece off the tub! "Yikes! Well, that wasn't part of the plan."
Tommy scratched his head, a puzzled look on his face, "Dude, it's like, this ride has no 'Born to Run' engine! How am I supposed to feel like a rockstar without some serious horsepower, man?"
"Not yet!" Lana exclaimed, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. She pulled her trusty wagon closer, filled with engines she scavenged, "But thanks to my awesome connections down at the scrapyard." she said, lifting a roll of duct tape high like a trophy, "This is gonna change everything!" Larry snatched the tape, eyes wide with excitement. Lana juggled a wrench in her hands, her confidence soaring, "Just wait! We'll make this tub purr like a kitten in no time!"
"We got your back!" Larry exclaimed with a big grin.
"Alrighty, let's kick this into high gear!" Lana exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "How do we get this baby rolling? I'm ready to dive in!"
Tommy grabbed a Sawzall from the workbench and plugged it in, "From the ground up." He said.
The first part of any project is obviously its foundation. For a ship, it's the keel, for a car, it's the undercarriage. Lincoln made four half-moon shaped cuts near each corner for the wheels. Next, he grabbed some plywood from the corner. Larry brought over a bunch of scrap metal and Lana watched, "Alright, alright," Tommy said, tapping his foot like he was in a band, "before we dive into this jam session, we gotta sketch out the vibe. Lana, what's this ride gonna be like? You know, like 'Livin' on a Prayer' – what's gonna take us there? Is it gonna be as cool as a 'Yellow Submarine' or should we aim for something a bit more 'Fast Car'? Let's hit those creative chords!"
"Awesome!" Lana exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "It's gonna look so cool!"
"But we need more than just that, blood! It's like, we're on a highway to hell, but I want to feel the rhythm of life! You know what I mean? It's all about that sweet melody, man!" Tommy said with a confident grin, channeling his inner rock star.
Lana raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face, "Wait, what blood are you talking about?"
Now Tommy was all kinds of confused, like he just heard "what's love got to do with it?" for the first time. He looked around like, "Hold up, what?" It was like someone hit the pause button on his favorite track. You could see it in his eyes, like he just couldn't get the beat right, "Is this real life, or am I dreaming like I'm in a 'Purple Rain' scene?" He dropped out of the conversation, feeling like he was stuck in a loop, "Man, I'm just trying to vibe, and you hit me with a plot twist?!"
"You said there's blood." Lana chimed in, glancing around with a mischievous look. "But I don't see anything!"
"Ugh, never mind!" Larry exclaimed, waving his hand dismissively, "Let's just get a blueprint down!" With that, he bounded into the kitchen like it was a race, bursting through the connecting door. He snagged a sheet of construction paper from the table, like a total pro, and grabbed a pencil before skedaddling back to the garage. Plopping the paper on the workbench, he felt like a leader. Tommy and Lana squeezed in on either side of him, excitement buzzing in the air, "So, uh, what's the plan here?" Tommy asked, leaning closer, his curiosity piqued.
Lana took the pencil with a determined glint in her eye, and Larry and Tommy shuffled to the side to give her some space. She stuck her tongue out in concentration, and with a burst of excitement, she started sketching a wild design of the coolest car ever! When she finished, she straightened up all proud-like, and the boys leaned in, eager to see what she'd come up with.
The car looked like a giant Big Wheel with no doors—just straight sides and a fun, rounded front. It had these awesome yellow eyes and a goofy, toothy grin on the grill that practically screamed fun. The whole thing was splashed in a bright aquamarine color that would totally stand out in a crowd. And there was Lana, all hunched over the wheel, wearing her signature goggles and a scarf flapping in the imaginary wind. A plexiglass windshield shielded her face, and little music notes danced from the dash, showing off the radio. "This." Lana beamed, "Is gonna be the best ride EVER! All day, every day!"
Larry scratched his chin thoughtfully while Tommy buzzed a little tune, "Alrighty then!" Larry exclaimed, his eyes lighting up, "I think we've got this! First things first, we gotta make sure we've got all the stuff we need ready to roll!"
What would they need, though? Tommy had a vibe going, like he was ready to rock this project, but he knew he was just scratching the surface. He could totally jam on the design as he went, but he wanted everything he needed right off the bat, you know? He didn't want to be stopping like the record's skipping every time he needed another part.
Suddenly, inspiration hit him like a guitar riff, "Hold tight! I'll be right back!"
He dashed home, up the stairs, and into the attic, where memories were tucked away like hidden tracks on an album. A stack of boxes labeled TOMMY sat beneath a window, sunlight pouring in like a spotlight on stage, dust swirling in the air like confetti at a concert. He knelt down and dug through the treasure trove, moving aside old clothes and broken toys—oh snap, Duke Nuke 'Em Forever and DEATHMETAL! But then, under a copy of "Can I Sit Next to You, Girl?" b/w "Rockin' in the Parlor" on vinyl, he struck the jackpot.
A model soapbox car!
Okay, okay, it wasn't exactly a soapbox car, but it was in the same ballpark, you know?
With the car in hand, he raced back to Lana and Larry, "Alright, gang," he shouted, channeling his inner rockstar. "We're about to do some reverse engineering, like a remix for our project!"
As Larry and Lana watched, he took the car apart, studying every part like he was breaking down the best guitar solos. He jotted everything down below Lana's drawing, trying to keep the groove going. When he was done, he made a list of materials, "Now, let's gather our stuff and make this project sing!"
That afternoon, they scored the good stuff from the scrapyard on Route 29! They snagged some sweet tires off an old Craftsman riding mower, some brakes from a '97 Chevy—talk about a classic!—and seats from a Ford. Oh, and a bunch of random parts from all over the place. Back at the house, they got to work, connecting the tire rods and slapping on the wheels. It was an epic assembling showdown! Then, they tackled the brakes. By the time they finished, the sun was dipping low, and they knew it was time to split. "Alright, we'll dive back into this tomorrow!" Larry shouted, already dreaming of their ultimate ride.
After dinner, Larry and Tommy flopped on the couch like rock stars on stage, all chill, "Hey dude, how long until this 'Race Against the Machine' starts?" Tommy asked, bouncing a bit, his heart thumping like a bass drop ready to hit, "I'm just gonna 'Ride Like the Wind' until it's showtime!"
"Next week, dude!" Larry exclaimed with a big grin.
"Hey, do you think we'll have the car ready by then?" Tommy asked, his voice bursting with excitement like a classic rock anthem, "I mean, time is ticking like it's the 'Time of the Season,' you know? I don't want to be left waiting like a 'Rolling Stone' when I could be cruising down the highway, free as a bird! Let's make it happen, like a true power chord!"
Larry puffed out his chest with a big grin, "You bet we will! Putting together the frame? That'll just be a day's work, tops! The real fun's in the details, though—that's where we get to show off our skills!"
"Bro, I swear, don't be that guy." Tommy said, grinning like he just found a hidden track, "You know how it goes—every time someone drops that 'this will be easy' vibe, it's like we're dancing on a tightrope. It's like trying to 'Catch a Falling Star' or 'Walk This Way'—it always ends up being a 'Hard Day's Night!' Let's just play it cool and let the music do the talking!"
He wasn't wrong...but he was in this case. The frame took the whole next day to build but once it was done, the majority of the work was done. They screwed it onto the undercarriage and put the tires on. Tommy tested the brakes and they held up, but he wanted to do a dry run once the racer was finished. They put the front bumper on and called it a day.
The next day was a school day so they got started late, but they managed to get the front and back seats in (after cutting them to fit with the Sawzall) and the windshield installed. While Lana painted, Tommy got underneath and did some last minute things to the axles and Larry put in the steering wheel. Lana had to leave early for her bath, but Tommy and Larry kept working on the drive shaft until it was done.
That Thursday, two days before the race, they pushed the car out to the highest hill in Royal Woods. The paint job glimmered in the light of the sun and the face on the front grinned in anticipation. Tommy strapped a helmet on and climbed in behind the wheel. He insisted on testing it alone in case something went wrong. Lana and Larry gave him a push and the car started down the hill, picking up speed as it went. Tommy steered left and right, tapped the brakes, and tested the radio.
Everything was in working order.
At the bottom, he hit the brakes and the car stopped. Larry and Lana ran up cheering and they all shared a big, excited hug.
On the day of the race, Larry, Tommy, and Lana gazed at their creation, and it was starting to resemble a real car!
Larry bounced around excitedly, "Whoa, check it out! This is actually looking like a legit car, dude! Lana's gonna crush it out there!"
Lana grins wide, "This baby's gonna zoom like a rocket!" She leaps into the kart, "Alright, let's hit the gas and head to the race!" Tommy and Larry pile in, and she calls out, "Buckle up, dudes!" With that, she revs the engine and peels out, excitement bubbling over as they speed off.
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-The Race-
The go-kart race was totally shaping up to be epic! They had tape and barricades lined up just right, and all the fans were buzzing along the street, ready for some action. Larry, took one last peek at the kart, making sure everything was spot on, "Alright, we're good to go! Let's make some noise!"
"I'm so close to that epic ride with Bobbie Fletcher!" Lana exclaimed, a light bulb going off in her head. "Oh! I made something super cool for you!" She tossed a bright red helmet at Tommy with a grin. Placing her own helmet on, she added, "Check it out! Loud Lightning helmets! I even whipped up one for Bobbie! We're gonna rock these everywhere—movies, the racetrack, even the Burpin' Burger! It's gonna be awesome!"
Larry waved goodbye with a big, exaggerated sigh, "Well, good luck, guys! Guess I'll just hang back and cheer, or something." he said, shrugging his shoulders dramatically. As he turned to walk away, his usual upbeat vibe faded a bit, "Man, this stinks! I can't believe I'm missing out on the race!" He shuffled off, trying to hide his disappointment but clearly bummed about not being in the action.
Lana grabbed Larry's hand and plopped a helmet onto his head, pulling him into the go-cart with a big grin, "C'mon, Larry! You're racing with me today!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"You want me in the race too? Are you really, like, totally sure about that?" Larry asked, sounding a bit unsure.
Lana rolled her eyes playfully, "Of course I am! If it weren't for you, I'd still be stuck in the driveway, scratching my head trying to figure out step one!" She lowered her head a bit, a shy grin forming on her face, "Honestly, you did way more to help me than I did. You totally deserve to be in this race with me!"
With that, she revved the engine, ready to take on the track together!
Tommy grinned, his hand on his stomach like he was about to belt out a tune, "Whoa, I'm feeling like we're stuck in a 'Bad Moon Rising' here! I think my stomach's got the 'I Will Survive' vibe, but it's more like 'Under Pressure' and not the good kind, you know? I hate to say it, but I gotta forfeit. Lana, girl, it's your time to shine—take Larry with you; I just can't pull off this 'highway to hell' right now. I'm out of the race, like 'Bye Bye Bye'! Rock on without me!"
Lana gasped, her eyes wide with concern, "Are you gonna be okay, Tommy? I mean, seriously! You've gotta be tough, like me! Let's get you fixed up!"
"Hey, no worries, little dudette! I'll be just like a Rolling Stone, just vibin' while you race. I'll be cheering from the sidelines with my family, soaking it all in like 'Sweet Child O' Mine' on repeat. Go ahead and take the wheel; I'll be in my feels, just walking away like 'Under Pressure', but I'll be fine. Catch you on the flip side!" Tommy said walking away still holding his stomach.
Larry grinned at his big bro, totally catching onto the tummy trouble act he pulled. Classic move! Larry couldn't help but chuckle; he definitely owed his big brother a huge hug later. After all, that's what brothers are for, right?
Lana drove up to the starting line. Other races flanked them on either side. Three real go-carts stood, the final one being driven by Chandler.
"Welcome to the Royal Woods Go-Kart Grand Prix! Racers to the starting line." Race Announcer said.
Everyone pulls up, Loud Lightning in the back. Lana and Larry pass their families, who are cheering.
"Team Loud! Team Loud! Team Loud!" Lynn Jr. shouted with all her energy, waving her giant red foam fingers in the air like she was the star of the game. You could feel her excitement bouncing off the walls as she rallied everyone around her. This was her moment, and she was ready to cheer her family on to victory!
Charlie blasted an air horn, "Yo, listen up! First place is totally yours! You've got this in the bag, no doubt!"
They pull up next to Chandler.
"Wait, hold up! You're actually driving that thing? It looks like you whipped it up in your garage!" Chandler said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah, we totally did!" Lana said, crossing her arms with a confident smirk.
Chandler laughs.
Larry suddenly imagined all the other racers on the pedestal, giggling as Lana's car inched closer to the finish line, only to fall apart just before crossing. Bobbie Fletcher strutted over to Lana, a disappointed look on her face.
"But, but I'm the only one who built my own car!" Lana exclaimed.
"But you lost, and Bobbie Fletcher only rolls with the champs!" Bobbie said, her disappointment clear as day. She hopped into her car, crossing her arms.
"Aw, tough break, kid." Bobbie's Car chimed in, revving its engine. With a whoosh, the car took off, leaving Lana standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks. And just like that, her dream was dashed. End of Fantasy.
Lynn comes in, "You just wait 'til the race starts, punk! You're gonna eat their dust! -Ah, nanana-naa!" She makes a visual reference, causing Chandler to whimper.
Larry grins and says, "No sweat, Lans! We totally got this!"
"Let's all give a warm welcome to our guest of honor... Bobbie Fletcher!" Race Announcer shouted.
Bobbie walks out on stage.
Lana gasps with her pupils dilated in affection, "There she is." Hops slaps her to stop her being distracted, "Right, okay Lans, focus."
"You ready for this, dude?" Larry asked, a big grin on his face, "This is gonna be epic!"
"I've been ready my whole life!" Lana shouted excitedly, her hands gripping the wheel like it was her prized mud vehicle, "Let's get this show on the road!"
"Rev those engines, everyone! The first one to zoom around the Royal Woods raceway takes home the trophy! On your mark, get set... Go!" Bobbie exclaimed, her excitement evident as she waved her arms to get everyone pumped up.
The racers set off, Chandler admiring himself in the mirror, and Loud Lightning quickly falls behind.
The cars jostled for position and gained speed as they drove forward. The wind lashed Larry's face and filled his lungs, making it hard to breathe. On the left, a car inched ahead, and to Larry's surprise, Lana slammed into it. It spun out of control and took out another car before crashing into a hay bale. Larry glanced back, a little worried about the driver, "Whoa, Lana! You totally crushed it! You should be in Twisted Metal or something! That was epic!"
Lana grinned, tapping her helmet, "Thanks, dude! You know I live for this stuff!"
Another car tried to pass on the right, and Lana cut him off, clipping his front end in the process. The frame shook and the wheels wobbled, but it kept steady and came up fast. Lana blocked him again, but while she was preoccupied, a car shot by on the right. Lana hunched over the wheel, her signature determined grin plastered on her face as she shouted, "Larry! Lean forward! We need more weight up front to make this thing go!" Her brow was furrowed with focus, her excitement bubbling over as she navigated their wild ride.
He obeyed.
Little by little, the car went faster, gaining on the one ahead of it. Larry watched its back end come closer and closer. Right before they rammed it, he braced himself for impact. Their car's front bumper speared the other car's back bumper, and the other car swerved left and right, "Yeah!" Larry yelled, pumping his fist in the air. "Out of our way!"
"Whoohoo! Nothing can stop us now!" Lana cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Suddenly, they hit a steep incline, and Loud Lightning began to slow down. The other racers zipped right past them.
"Oh no! We're slowing down! Give it more gas, Lans!" Larry shouted, his voice filled with urgency.
Lana grinned and slammed the pedal down harder, "Come on, Loud Lightning! I know you can do it!"
With a burst of speed, Loud Lightning charged up the incline, roaring to life.
"Yeah! That's my baby! I knew you had it in you!" Lana exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious, even though the other racers were still ahead.
Liam suddenly shows up on the race track, "Alright, y'all, I'm gonna let ya out for a spell!" He flashes a playful grin at his precious pigs. With a dramatic flourish, he swings open their crate, shouting, "Sueeeey!"
In an instant, the pigs bolt out, squealing and darting around like they're in their own wild adventure. "Look at them go!" Liam chuckles, laughing as they make a ruckus. It's chaos, but that's just how he likes it!
"We're so close to the other cars, I can practically smell them!" Lana shouted, excitement buzzing in her voice. But then she caught a whiff of something else and exclaimed, "Wait, that's not exhaust, that smells like…" Her eyes widened as she realized, "Mud!" Just then, she noticed the other racers stuck in a big ol' mess. "Sweet, sweet mud!"
Larry started to panic, "Look out, road pigs!" But just then, Liam's crate made a ramp, "Lana! Gun it for that box!"
Lana snapped back to the race, "Right! Right!" She hit the ramp and soared ahead, leaving the others in the dust. She and Larry cheered wildly. The finish line was in sight, but those other racers just wouldn't quit.
Larry shouted, "The finish line is just ahead! We can't let them pass us now!"
Lana smirked, full of confidence, "Chill, Larry! They won't catch us. I've been saving my secret weapon for the home stretch. We're going turbo!" She yanked the lever, but—nothing, "I said… Turbo!" She fiddled with it, more determined than ever. "Go turbo!"
Larry noticed she hadn't pushed the lever all the way and gave it a solid shove.
Suddenly, Loud Lightning got a serious boost!
Lana beamed, "Turbo boost!" She floor it, staying in the lead. "We got this!"
But then she spotted the other racers creeping closer. Larry, feeling jittery, remembered something, "All's fair in love and racing!" He yanked the other lever, the one for the passenger ejector seat. Larry went flying into a bush, but it gave Loud Lightning even more speed!
Lana quickly jerked the wheel to the right and zoomed around the other cars. Larry looked up just in time to see a car go sideways and take out three racers like bowling pins. He braced for a huge explosion.
But it never came.
One car flipped, and another crashed right through a barricade, smashing a street sign to bits!
Lana sped across the finish line, and Bobbie waved a checkered flag. With a twist of the wheel, the car half-spun to a stop, its tires screeching loudly on the pavement.
Just like that, it was over.
"We did it!" Larry cheered, grinning from ear to ear.
Lana hopped out of the car and took her helmet off. Larry and Tommy runs up to hug her. A dark shadow fell over the car, and all of them looked up. A tall woman in a red and yellow jumpsuit, her brown hair flowing downward, stood there, hands on her hips. Lana's mouth dropped open and her eyes got big and shimmery. "Whoa, that was some seriously awesome driving! Congrats, you guys! I'm super impressed! You're the only team that actually built your own car! I'm telling you, I'd totally love to take that baby for a spin!" Bobbie Fletcher exclaimed, her excitement unmistakable.
Poor Lana could only open and close her mouth.
Bobbie Fletcher leaned forward, a playful grin spreading across her face, "So, you ready for that ride or what?" she asked, her voice dripping with excitement.
Lana fidgeted a bit, clearly nervous, "Y-Yes, Bobbie! But wait, I made you something special!" She rummaged through the trunk and pulled out a shiny helmet, holding it out with a proud smile.
Bobbie's eyes lit up as she snatched the helmet, "Whoa, check this out! I love it! I could totally wear this everywhere—like to the movies, the racetrack, or even the Burpin' Burger!" She chuckled, picturing herself rocking the helmet in all those places. Larry, Lana's boyfriend, gave her a quick hug before she goes to live her dream, "Whoo! Let's ride, babe! This is gonna be epic!"
"Get ready to burn some rubber!" Lana cheered, bouncing on her heels.
Larry was about to find out what a ride along with Bobbie Fletcher really meant, and boy, it was wild! They zoomed around the closed track like a bunch of racing maniacs! The noise was blaring, the gear felt like it weighed a ton, and the G force had him stuck in his seat like a roped cow! Up front, Lana was practically bouncing out of her seat, yelling and laughing with Bobbie like they were the coolest duo in the world. What they were saying? Who knew? It was just pure excitement!
After they finally slowed down, they plopped down on the low concrete wall by pit road, ice cream cones in hand, while Bobbie's pit crew tinkered with the car. "That was SO awesome!" Lana shouted, her eyes sparkling. "I wanna be a race car driver just like you when I grow up! Can you imagine? Vroom, vroom everywhere!"
"Hey there, kiddo! I just know you're gonna be one of the best!" Bobbie said with her trademark enthusiasm. Before heading out, she gave Lana a playful rub on the head, "Remember, always chase your dreams and don't let anyone try to knock you down! You've got this, because you can totally do anything!"
Tommy thought of those words often.
Bobbie's Car Flies to the moon, "I love a happy ending!"
THE END.