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

Chapter 22 - Gung-Ho for Tokyo

Jarred and his associate Jacobs now found themselves among the bustling daytime Parisian traffic Gung-ho for Tokyo. Jarred began the journey proudly and energetic, but by this time, he and Jacobs had exchanged moods. Time only grew more and more joyful for a now-optimistic Jacobs, happy that he was finally alleviated of the 'hostage' banner he wore not hours ago. Jarred grumbled along as Jacobs sang an off-key rendition of 'On the Road Again' on their way to the airport for the next phase of their plan.

"On the road again...

Just can't wait to get on the road again...

The life I love is going driving with my friends,

And I can't wait to get on the road again...

...

On the road again...

Goin' places that I've never been...

Seein' things that I may never see again,

And I can't wait to get on the road again." Jacobs sang.

"Ugh... will you stop singing that?! You've been singing it for an hour straight now!" Jarred grumbled.

"On the- Huh? ...you want me to stop singing?" Jacobs stopped and asked.

"It's just... this is like the thirtieth time you've sung that in a row!" Jarred exclaimed.

"Oh. This is a karaoke rendition. It's a 32-hour loop! We got plenty more to go, baby! Woo!" Jacobs quipped.

"Is there anything else you can sing?" Jarred asked sternly.

"Hah! That's rich coming from the car that drove Jackson Storm mad by singing 'Life is a Highway' every 10 minutes for 72 hours. Rich!" Jacobs retorted.

"But that song's a car staple! 'On the Road Again' is for outback trucks who only visit the city for deliveries." Jarred quipped.

"Come on. What are you, the music police?" Jacobs exclaimed.

"No! I'm the 'sing something else or shut up so we can lay low' police." Jarred exclaimed snarkily.

"That is a terrible name for a police force! It's supposed to be something snappy, like 'Karma Police', or 'Police car'... or 'The Police'!" Jacobs retorted, equally as snarkily.

"You are insufferable right now! What happened to the calm and collected Jacobs from before, hmm?" Jarred exclaimed.

"I'm just infecting the Parisian soundscape with a little American pride, thank you very much." Jacobs reasoned.

"Blegh!" Jarred cringed.

"Besides, you're not allowed to complain because you owe me," Jacobs reminded.

"Owe you for what?" Jarred retorted.

"For keeping me captive unnecessarily!" Jacobs exclaimed.

"It wasn't unnecessary at all. I needed to make sure I could trust you. What better way to make sure that to put you through hostage hell?" Jarred quipped.

"I've been with you for weeks!" Jacobs exclaimed.

"Shut up. I don't want any of Paris to think we're uncultured." Jarred advised, putting a tire over Jacobs' mouth to sush him.

Jacobs threw Jarred's tire aside, straightening his posture.

"Oh, baby, we've been uncultured since we first got here. Look at us! We're lumpy squares, whilst most of the Parisian civilians are curvaceous hot rods." Jacobs quipped.