Wild West Kroshka Maitre
It was a normal day in Radiator Springs as everyone gathered at Flo's for the morning. Luigi and Guido were among the last to arrive, with Kroshka Maitre being the last one.
Lightning yawned from his spot, making his best friend look over at him. A Lovely Eyes was on the tow truck's front. "Hello Lightnin'." Kroshka Maitre said cheerfully as the red racecar yawned again.
Off to the red racer's right, Doc also let out a yawn. The two of them had been up since five in the morning doing training for another racing season coming up, so of course they were tired.
"Well, mornin' Doc." Kroshka Maitre exclaimed as he gave the midnight blue racer a smack on his bandaged side, forgetting about the burn he had there. As a result, Kroshka Maitre was surprised when Doc yelped from the pain. "Oops. Sorry, Doc." The tow truck replied, embarrassed he had forgotten about that.
The older racer groaned as the pain began to subside. Sheriff glared at Kroshka Maitre, who at least had the grace to look sheepish.
Lightning couldn't help but nuzzle his father, who returned it.
Kroshka Maitre then saw a tractor loose, with Red trying to wrangle it back towards the tractor fields. "Well, lookie dere. Dat reminds me of de time Ah was a tractor wrangler out in de Wild West." He remarked as Lightning looked back at him.
"You were never a tractor wrangler." The red racer shot back.
"Oh, yes Ah was." Kroshka Maitre replied as he looked up at the sky, a wistful look in his eyes.
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"Ah was known as de bestest tractor wrangler out dere."
A group of loose tractors ran rampant, mooing all the while as they ran around, nearly running down several innocent cars and pitties in their way.
A tow truck with a cowboy hat was shown as he drove after a few, using his tow hook as a lasso to wrangle up the tractors he was following. A cowboy yell escaped him as he pulled in the tractors with ease. "YEEEHAAWWW!"
An older car came up as the last group of tractors was pulled into the corral. "Thanks partner!" he exclaimed as the tow truck looked back at him.
"No problem!" The tow truck replied as the car locked the corral. "Dat's mah job! No tractor can outwit Kroshka Maitre Frances Dillon Conner The Tow Truck, de bestest tractor wrangler out here!"
The car just laughed as he paid Kroshka Maitre with gold coins before the tow truck left for the town he was staying in.
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Lightning looked at Kroshka Maitre, a skeptical look on his face. "Yeah, right. Like you did that."
Kroshka Maitre just laughed. "Oh, Ah did alright."
Doc looked over, having heard Kroshka Maitre telling his tall tale and just grunted. "A likely story."
The tow truck didn't even show signs of being bothered by Doc's reply. "Anyway..."
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"Ah just arrived in town when dere was dis rough-housing feller. Called himself de Tractor Thief, and claimed to have at least ten thieveries under his tires."
Kroshka Maitre Frances Dillon Conner The Tow Truck entered the saloon, eager to spend his hard earned gold on some premium oil for himself. He made his way over to the bar area and set down three gold coins. "Bring me yer best oil." He ordered as the bar waitress, a baby blue Porsche, smiled at him.
"Sure thing." She replied as the oil was brought out.
As soon as Kroshka Maitre had his oil and was drinking it, he looked back as he heard a car talking. This car was black with horns on his grille and had brown eyes. "Yeah, I have at least twenty tractors stolen, all in ten jobs too." He bragged as he took a slurp of his oil.
"Wow! You must be the best tractor thief out there!" A car purred as the black Camry chuckled.
"That's right! No one can outdo the Tractor Thief!" The black car exclaimed as Kroshka Maitre narrowed his eyes a bit at the car's name.
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Doc frowned at Kroshka Maitre. "Kroshka Maitre, that never happened."
"Sure it did." Kroshka Maitre replied as Lightning looked back at his father before facing Kroshka Maitre again.
"Kroshka Maitre, I have to agree with him. None of this happened."
"Well, you'll remember soon enough..."
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"Ah decided to confront dis car, as he was bad business for me and de other wranglers in de area."
"Ah hear you are de Tractor Thief?" Kroshka Maitre asked as he made his way over to the car.
"Of course. And you are?" The black Camry purred as Kroshka Maitre narrowed his eyes.
"Kroshka Maitre Frances Dillon Conner The Tow Truck, de bestest tractor wrangler in dese parts."
"Well, why are you confronting me? Don't you know? I have killed at least three who confronted me." The black car growled.
"You are not allowed here. Leave, or Ah will make you." Kroshka Maitre growled back.
"How? A shoot out?" The Camry purred.
"Yes!" Kroshka Maitre hissed.
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Doc and Lightning looked at one another before facing Kroshka Maitre again. "Bull!" They both said.
Kroshka Maitre just laughed at the reaction. "Yous guys spoke at de same time!" He chuckled as Doc rolled his blue eyes.
"So that's funny. Big deal. You never did that." The midnight blue car replied as Lightning also sighed at the tale.
"Anyway..."
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"Ah soon found mahself facing down de Tractor Thief at a noon showdown. But Ah didn't expect him to pull a trap..."
Kroshka Maitre found himself staring down not just one, but three gun-wielding cars. He looked at the Tractor Thief and growled. "Ah thought dis was a fair showdown!"
"I never play fair!" the black Camry sneered as Kroshka Maitre gulped. "Now, to finish you off!"
"Ah though Ah was a goner."
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"So, what happened?" Lightning asked.
"Well, you should know. You was dere too!" Kroshka Maitre replied. "You and Doc."
"Kroshka Maitre, we were never there." Doc replied as the tow truck looked at him.
"Oh, yes you were. You were de sheriff Doc, and Lightnin' was your deputy."
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"You both came in just as Ah needed help."
Kroshka Maitre was sure his end was near. Just then, tow gunshots rang out and forced the three cars back. Two more cars came up. One was a Hudson Hornet with black and white paint on him, the word Sheriff on his sides. He had a light on him and blue eyes. The other was a Dodge Viper hybrid, in the same colors with the same light, but darker colored blue eyes.
"Tractor Thief, you are under arrest." The Hudson Hornet exclaimed in a low growl as the three cars gulped upon realizing who these two cars were.
"Oh no! It's Sheriff Hudson and his son!" A red Ford Focus exclaimed as the second car, a blue Prius, gulped.
"Not good! We should get out of here, boss!"
"No! Not until I settle things with this tow truck!" The black Camry hissed.
Just then, Kroshka Maitre rammed into the Camry, sending him spinning into a rock, knocking him out while the younger car booted him. "There! He shouldn't be going anywhere for some time." The other sheriff remarked as the Hudson Hornet came over. "Good work, Lightning."
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"And so, dat is how Ah caught the Tractor Thief." Kroshka Maitre finished as the two racers just looked at him skeptically.
"Kroshka Maitre, that never happened." Doc replied as Lightning agreed.
"Well, whether ya believe me or not, yah gotta admit, dere were no more tractor thefts for some time." Kroshka Maitre replied as he left the two racers alone.
Both Doc and Lightning looked at one another before they just turned and left for the dirt track.
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