Lightning McQueen revs his engine, as Sally does after him. Then she tries to go past him until he calls her. "Hey, come back here!" "Yeah?" she turned around, laughing. He suddenly just stopped and sighed, looking at the ground. "What's wrong?" Sally asked him. There was a can on the floor, and his reflection glinted. He stared it at himself all disgusted. "Stickers..." she said his name again. "Oh, nothing, Sal, it's just..."
"Just what?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and then batted her eyelashes. "I feel so-" he sighed, getting flashbacks.
"Hey you gonna drink that?" Chick Hicks laughed. "If you do, you'll be too slow, plus the paparazzi will comment on how you're gaining McQueen," he snorted.
"I hate this stupid line under my lip," he said aloud. "What?" Sally asked. "I look terrible, I need to push my limits, like right now, I'mma race," he said, zooming off.
"Wait, wha-?" Sally said totally baffled, trying to catch up to him.
"Hey, why are you running away from me?" Sally grew red and hot.
"Ummm, I just needed to workout, that's all!" Lightning said to his defense.
"No, you didn't! Stop with the cap," Sally told him. Lightning finally confessed, "Okay, ok, Sal. I think I'm kinda.. f-"
"What?" Sally asked. Lightning blurted it out. "Not even! What are you talking about. I mean you're quite curvy," she smirked. Lightning just shook his head, "You're just saying that to be nice. Everyone knows I'm fricking getting gains-."
"You're not, you're completely fine," Sally said. "Whoever told you that? And where did you ever get such an idea??" she asked him again. "I don't know, I guess it was just Chick and some other cars in my prime league back in the day, 2006..." Lightning told her. "Hey, listen, I don't care what you look like, but you'll always be stickers to me and mine :p," she expanded her tires.
"Gee, thanks, Sal. Would've been nothing without you," he told her appreciative.
"Well, I create feelings in others that they themselves don't understand and blah blah blah blah blah blah..."
Lightning McQueen chuckled and approached her, as she did too. "Well well well, lookie, what we have here," a voice said from behind. The garage door slammed shut of the wheel well motel. Sally and Lightning screamed. "Miles-" Sally fumbled in her words. "Nice trampstamp, dear, what's the story?" he asked, cackling. "She's not a fan, Miles," Lightning retorted, covering her from his sight. "Move out of the way, you're so big you're blocking her sight," Miles told him. "Uh, yeah, that's the point cause she doesn't wanna see you nor talk to you at all," Lightning spat back.
"Oooooh, lover boy McQueen..." he chortled. "Just tell me what you want," Lightning asked him.
"Nah, it's easier done than said," Miles drove towards Sally and pushed her against a wall.
She screamed, and Lightning grew tense and horrified.
There it was her side was all dented and damaged, but it wasn't so bad since it was a minor injury.
Lightning McQueen circled Miles, to distract him, as he mouthed to Sally to "run".
She sped out of the wagon wheel motel, and out to the open road.
Miles cornered Lightning as, he dodged his hit, and jumped over Miles. "What the?!" he said appalled. "How did I jump?" Lightning asked sarcastically. He flashed him with his lights, as Miles got blinded. Lightning took off towards the open road and sighed. "Thank god, it's over," he muttered.
Lightning drove into his cone and saw Sally already parked.
"Um, so, are you okay?" he asked her. Her eyes locked with his. "Y-yes," she shuddered, her sides still bruised, but she looked amazing-. Like her complexion was gleaming.
"Is this okay?" he asked staring at her dented and damaged side.
"I hate it, it's so ugly," she told him.
"Well, it makes you more beautiful to me," Lightning touched her dent, and then stared into her green eyes. She shot a scared but affectionate facial expression to him. His blue eyes melted her heart.
She was about to kiss him, until they heard the commotion outside.
"Hey, no cameras, get outta here!" a sleek white car told some foreigner.
"I just wanted to stop by to take some pictures-" the SUV responded.
"Uhhh, yeah no- May I see your ID," he inquired the SUV.
"Shoot, I left it home," the SUV guiltily said.
"Such a shame, anyways, no photos, unless you state the reason," the car told him.
"But, why?" the SUV responded.
"Miles," Lightning drove out of his cone, as he said his name detested.
"You," Miles spat, shooting him a dirty look. "Yeah, me," Lightning gave it back.
"Wait, isn't he supposed to be in prison?" Flo asked.
"Duh," Sally said.
"You're under arrest!" a group of cop cars came out of the open blue.
"Hook him up, Mater," the lead told him.
"Uh, okie dokie," Mater hooked him and dragged Miles to his cell to rot.
