Rulers of the Spikeverse and Absolite: Peril Fortress Fanfiction [PFWATTYS2016]

Chapter 10: Mr. Discargo becomes a ricer mod.

January 1, 2014.
What do Russian Car Testers, Professor Sycamore, and Photoshop Guy have in common? You guessed it! They all love to rice cars.
Ever since the Riced Ford Escort victory of 1968, ricers have become a way to put useless mods on your car. But 2013 was when it blew out of the chart.
Mr. Discargo, was bagged by robbers to a place made of only Honda Civic, Toyota Priuses, and cardboard junk. No sign of Absolite (ironically).
He woke up and hated the view. Although Mr. Discargo had terrible hearing, the robbers in the other room were talking so loud even he could hear it himself. They said, "When Manectric Mega-evolves, it gains a higher speed. So rice the car with his Manectrite and the lightning bolt on his back.". They Mega-evolved him and he felt numb.
A few hours later...
There were two cars parked in front of him. Both were Honda Civic. There was a Mega Absol across the room. It was not the same Absol he saved (Oh, thank goodness!) Some racer boys (people who rice cars for a living) came and asked, "What's brought you here?".
The Mega Absol only could say "Absol".
Mr. Discargo replied hesitantly , "I- I- I don't know b- but it must've been some sort of t- transportation.".
"Time to make you both ricer mods." one of the racer boys said with an evil grin.
The racer boys split up. Half of them worked on ricing the blue and white Civic (Mega Absol ricer mod) while the others worked on ricing the blue and yellow with tints of red Civic (Mega Manectric ricer mod).
After a few minutes, they were done. Mr. Discargo was literally swearing the word "Absol" that only the Mega Absol understood. The racer boys did not care.
They both ran into the cardboard junk and hid. Then they broke out of the ricer mod factory, and ran. They found out that they were near an adobe in the Kalos Region, Russia (Thought that was coincidential? This idea of a place was based of a true story, a prank call that my friend had. Here it is: My friend prank called KFC to see where their chicken came from. "Our chicken is from Salt Lake City, Idaho." KFC replied. But that was off topic, let's continue.).
Mr. Discargo found a phone booth, and called Spike (His number is 1-800-350-GO-SPIKE or 1-800-350-4676453. P.S. Please don't dial it in real life, or you will face disastrous consequences. I won't tell you what they are because I don't want to). Spike did the voice mail prank. It was "Yo, are you Mr. Discargo, I'm at the Spikeverse right now and we can't communicate because radio waves don't travel through other dimensions. Please leave a voice mail and I will answer ASAP.". The reply that Mr. Discargo gave was "Yo Spike, help me I'm a ricer mod, help! Get me my P1 and drive it here. Please! I'm in the Kalos Region, Russia! Near *looks across the street and reads sign* Dora Explora Diner and an adobe. Okay. Thanks for your Adsum-ness. Mr. Discargo. ".
Meanwhile at the Spikeverse.
"I feel as if something happened to Mr. Discargo. " Spike thought.
He rushed out of the Spikeverse back to the pawn shop.
Spike heard the voice mail.
Spike started up the McLaren P1. The engine roared. Spike threw the machete into the trunk and got out the emergency Nitrous Oxide. The P1 was going at high speeds when Spike used the Nitro.
Okay okay, let's pause right there, they are in the 51st state of America (it's not Puerto Rico by the way ) and they have to go to Russia? Wow. Spike, you need a way to defy gravity somehow so the P1 doesn't drown. Don't worry, this is fiction and in fiction, everything is possible. Let's continue and see how Spike reacts.
Spike remembered that Mr. Discargo's Christmas present was a hover board the size of a P1 that could carry 2 tons maximum. The hover board was connected to the car, so the P1 was now leviating. The ocean was near. The Nitro was still working. The P1 hovered over the water, now accelerating to 500 mph. Which means it can travel 25 miles in 3 minutes. That's unusually fast for a McLaren P1 and that's because of Mr. Discargo's mods. It took about 10 minutes to get to 1000 mph. The P1 took about 12 minutes to get to the place in Russia(Yes, scroll up, that's the place in Russia.) that Mr. Discargo was talking about. Mr. Discargo saw the hovercar near Dora Explora Diner. The McLaren slowly landed and Mr. Discargo went inside. Then they drove back to the pawn shop at a whopping 1300 mph! Then they were back.
P. S. This chapter beat my record of most words. With 831 words. The P1 was still faster.