The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story

Prologue I - Greetings From the Penitentiary

Some time ago...

The wildlife around the LA penitentiary sang a disharmonious tune that day. All was right in the world for some, but for others, it was among the worst days of their lives. The result of this dismal day was brought on by the actions of some ill-advised individuals. In their minds however, their reasoning behind it outweighed the heinous crimes they had committed in the last few weeks.

Alas, after only a mere few weeks of being an escapee, ex-Dinoco Racing Academy Principal Helmut Nettes was once again in the possession of the police, back to his newfound home at the LA penitentiary. Only this time he was accompanied by his faithful crew Sven, Damian, and Devon.

Various press and news crews surrounded the outskirts of the prison; shouting and barking questions left and right at the former principal. Cameras flashed brightly against Nettes' gloss body as they did so. Nettes wore a flat expression as his guard escorted him and his henchmen to their cells - for him, the same cell as his first tenure there.

"Dead car rolling!" the guard exclaimed.

"Is that really necessary?" Nettes asked.

"Yes, because I can't see you making it past the year with all you've done." the guard

"Ouch, okay. What do you think I have done then?" Nettes asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. It ain't gonna work anymore." the guard denied.

"Let me ask that again; what have I done?" Nettes repeated.

"Oh, I dunno; perhaps the crematorium job? Oh, let's not forget the harbouring of students at the academy! Oh, and don't backchat." the guard advised.

"All just misunderstandings, my boy." Nettes excused, smirking.

"Well, let's hope the warden and the judge will see it that way." the guard said.

"Oh, they will. Trust me." Nettes assured.

"How can you be sure of that?" the guard asked.

"I just have a hunch." Nettes assured once more.

"You seem awfully odd this time 'round. Care to tell me any other plans you have, sir?" the guard interrogated.

"No." Nettes denied

"So you do have more plans, hmm?" the guard interrogated.

"...No." Nettes denied once more.

"I don't believe a word of it." the guard scoffed.

Suddenly, two more guards rolled in behind Nettes began to escort them.

"Hey, we didn't need more escorts, fellas. Back off." Nettes' guard barked.

"Oh, the warden asked us." backup guard #1

"Yeah, he's specifically requested it, actually." backup guard #2

Nettes' guard stopped in his spot, causing Nettes and the other two guards to do so as well.

"I don't know what plan you have Nettes, but I'm not letting this slide." Nettes' guard barked.

"I can assure you, there are no plans at all." Nettes said with a slight smirk.

"Let's get a move on." backup guard #1 requested.

"Alright, fine." Nettes' guard agreed.

Cameras and reporters continued their flash photography in the background as the four were at odds.

"May I ask what your name was?" Nettes asked.

"You may refer to me as Jacobs." Nettes' guard said.

"Excellent. Mr. Jacobs, might I request a quart as I await to quench my thirst?" Nettes asked.