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66. Ambushes and Overhauls66. Ambushes and Overhauls by MasteroftheLemons
Miles was feeling splendid. His engine was running smoother than it had in ages. As much as Miles hated the tow truck, Mater had one remarkable selection of rare parts. Now his engine was complete again, which made driving far easier than it had been before. He understood why Victor Hugo hired someone to tow him around; it could be very off-putting running with an engine that hardly does its job. Still, it felt as if his engine was a little too complete. He couldn’t put his tire on it, but it felt like something was pressing in his engine the wrong way.
Acer was getting restless, “Professor, when are we going to get there?”
Zundapp snapped back, “Why don’t you be quiet? You asking me about the duration of the journey isn’t going to shorten it!”
Miles broke in, “Well actually, Professor, I’d like to know where we’re staying. With J. Curby and his Gremlins?”
65. Return to Radiator Springs65. Return to Radiator Springs by MasteroftheLemons
Brett Battleship docked at dawn. The ship had been sailing through the night and was very tired. Professor Z had threatened him extensively to keep going, and Brett was clearly glad it was over. Grem, Acer, Miles, and Professor Z rolled onto the dock and Grem and Acer moored Brett to the key. It would be tragic if he floated off in his sleep. Grem, Acer and Professor Z all knew which way to Radiator Springs, but Miles did not.
“So, how was it there last time?” Miles asked, worried.
“It didn’t end on a good note”, Grem said, “We were kind of driven out by C.H.R.O.M.E., so I don’t know how they’re going to receive us.”
“They’re probably going to have torches ready”, Acer over exaggerated, “They’ll drive us out like Crankenstein’s monster.”
“They’ll probably just ask us to leave”, Grem said realistically, “but the bus is probably going to ca
64. Community Service64. Community Service by MasteroftheLemons
Miles had been on the oil rigs longer than he ever desired. He was so proud of finding such a large amount of oil in such a secluded place, but staying on the rigs indefinitely was not part of the plan. He really had to give his fellow lemons points for living on the rigs all those years. He imagined It was like having a beach house, only not being connected to the land. The true condition of the rigs was horrid. There was sludge everywhere, rust crept up the walls, and there was immense damage to the rig’s ramps and railings, probably courtesy of Finn McMissile.
Miles heard banging on his garage door. He turned and opened it to see a black SUV waiting impatiently, staring him down with stony gaze.
“Time for community service, Axlerod”, The SUV spat, “Don’t make a break for it and you might get a lunch break today.”
Miles reluctantly rolled forward and turned around as the guard put shackles on his rear wheels.