Chapter 2, if anyone cares. Which…I suppose some do. :)
A day had past, and now Annabel and I had found a way to sneak into the party at the Tokyo Art Museum. Let's see…main overlook on the place…Sir Axlerod was introducing the competitors, and everyone was focused on him…this would be a good time to search for the camera.
"Where are we?"
"Tokyo Art museum."
"Ah. Meet Holley yet?"
"I'll take that as a no…"
"Try to refrain from distracting me, I'm looking for the camera…"
"It's not there, you know."
No…no…no…oh…That must be Holley…
"Oh, hello." She said.
"A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator."
"That's because it's air-cooled."
"Great. I'm Agent Shiftwell. Holley Shiftwell from the Tokyo Station."
While she was saying that, Annabel quietly squealed from my backseat, "You said the words!" and giggled slightly. I looked sternly behind me, trying to tell her to stop in case Holley heard her. She stopped.
"I have a message from London."
"Not here." I started to drive then said a bit louder, "You must try the canapés on the mezzanine."
We drove into a lift.
"So the lab boys analyzed the photo I sent?"
"What did they learn about the camera?"
"It appears to be a standard television camera. They said if you could get closer photos next time, that would be great."
"This was London's message?"
"Oh, no, no. No, Sir. Um…"
A bit nervous, is she?
"The oil platform you were on? Turns out, they're sitting on the biggest oil reserve in the world."
"How did we miss that?"
"They've been scrambling everyone's satellites. The Americans actually discovered it just before you did. They've placed an agent on that platform under deep cover. He was able to get a photo of the car who's running the entire operation."
We drove out of the lift, and I continued. "Well who is it? Has anyone seen the photo yet?"
"Nope, not yet. The American is here tonight to pass it to you. He'll signal you when he's ready."
"Good, good." I looked over the railing, and my engine nearly stopped. "Oh no…" I quickly reversed away from the railing.
"What is it?" Holley asked.
"Change of plan. You're meeting the American."
"What? Me?" she asked, panicked.
"Those thugs down there were on the oil platform. If they see me, the whole mission is compromised."
"No no, I'm technical, you see. I'm in diagnostics, I'm…I'm not a field agent!"
"You are now." I said. Annabel said it too, the same time as me. After Holey drove away, I said, "Annabel…"
"Sorry…I couldn't help it! That's one of my favorite you lines!"
"…I have lines?"
"Yeah, everything you say!"
"…Alright…Well, Miss Shiftwell should be contacting us any minute…"
I drove to another location so I could keep an eye on Holley.
I really hate to do this to her…Look at her! She looks so nervous…She was nervous when she was delivering London's message, I can't imagine how she feels now…
"Okay, so, the American has activated his tracking beacon."
"Rodger that, move in."
So far so good…
"Oh, you've got to be joking!"
"What's the problem, Shiftwell?"
"He's in the loo!"
"So, go in!"
"I can't just go into the men's loo!"
"Time is of the essence, Shiftwell."
Poor Miss Shiftwell…
He doesn't know…Well, of course he doesn't! Well, should I tell him? It could save a life…but if I do, it may cost a life…Lightning's life, to be exact…
"You know, she's not going in there."
"What do you mean?"
"She's not going to go in there." I said, then loudly yawned. "Excuse me."
"You realize it's a little after eleven, don't you?"
"Would you like to get some sleep?"
"This cannot be him…"
"Is he American?"
"Then it's him."
"That's who Holley's talking to right now…"
"That's a…strange name…"
"Yeah, well…" I said before yawning again.
"Maybe you should get some sleep. We'll be leaving when Miss Shiftwell returns."
"Okay. I'll try." I lied down in Finn's back seat as Holley told Mater that they would rendezvous at the races.
"When you wake, we'll probably be at a hotel of some sort…"
"Okay. Goodnight, Finn."
Poor Rod Redline…The Lemons are probably…right now…Rest in peace…
"He said we are to rendezvous at the races tomorrow."
"Brilliant work, Miss Shiftwell. Now, I suggest we find a hotel of some sort."
Sure enough, when Annabel woke up shortly after I did, we were in a hotel.
"Finn, I'm hungry…"
"The only thing here I've been able to put in my stomach is water, and no one can live on water! Sure, it's keeping my stomach from digesting itself, but I need food!"
"I know, Annabel! Be patient! We'll find something…"
"It's not like I can drink fuel…"
"Maybe Holley would have some ideas…"
"No, I've decided not to tell Holley about you…"
"Why? She could help! You want me to starve?"
"No, but…I don't feel Holley should know…"
I turned and my engine nearly stopped. Holley was standing behind me. She had heard me talking…to what appeared as myself…
"Holley! You're awake! Did you sleep well?"
"Finn, who were you talking to?"
"Seriously?" Annabel whispered.
Holley looked at me with a disapproving look.
"And what shouldn't I know?"
I relaxed my frame in defeat.
"You gonna tell her, now?" Annabel whispered. "Can I come out? Tell her not to freak out!"
"Holley…try to refrain from…freaking out, as Annabel put it…"
"Can I come out now?" Annabel asked, loud enough for Holley to hear.
Annabel opened my door and stepped out. Holley stared at her.
"Don't freak out." Annabel warned.
"Annabel is…from another world, I…found her at the oil platforms…Annabel? Do you mind telling Holley what you told me the night I found you?"
"Sure. Um…in my world, the Cars world is a fictional place…And you two are fictional characters, and…this is actually a movie…"
Holley just looked back and forth from me to Annabel. She finally said, "…Your world is strange."
Annabel smiled. "Personally I prefer this world." Her stomach rumbled. "Well, if I can find something to eat, I'd officially prefer this world…"
"Cars just drink petrol, but…" I started to explain.
"That's quite a problem…Wait. You mentioned this was a movie?" Holley asked.
"And is it a movie you've seen?" Holley said.
"It's my favorite movie. I watch it all the time. At least once a month…"
"So…you know what happens in this mission?" Holley asked.
"Of course I…" Annabel began to say but stopped.
"I…I can't remember! I can't remember the rest of the movie! Aw…and I had memorized every word, sound, and detail! Man…"
"Back to the problem at hand?" I asked.
"This IS the problem at hand! Now I have to watch it a hundred more times and-oh…you mean the fact that I need food…"
Soon we were in the "Towko" building, viewing the race. Since Holley now knew about Annabel, she didn't have to stay in my backseat all the time, and was paying close attention since she had forgotten the rest of the movie.
"Shh…I'm trying to watch the race!"
"Annabel, we're not here to-"
"Finn, just leave her be. She doesn't have to help us with the job we have to do. Annabel?"
"Yeah?" Annabel said, not taking her eyes off the race cars below her.
"You may want to back away from the window…if somebody saw you-"
"Now it's your turn to leave her be, Holley." I said, smirking.
"WHOO HOO! GO McQUEEN!"
Holley and I exchanged glances, and then focused our attention back on our work.
"Why is he in the pits? He's so exposed." Holley said.
"It's his cover. One of the best I've seen, too. Look at the detail on that rust. It must have cost him a fortune…"
Annabel tore her gaze from the race, looked at us and said, "There's something I have to remember about that…Dang it! I have no memory of the first movie either! Ugh! Well, I do, but vaguely…I know it has something to do with Radiator Springs…Ugh, this is so frustrating!"
"Annabel, relax. We'll figure it out." Holley reassured, then turned her attention back to me. "But why hasn't he contacted us yet?"
"There's probably heat on him. Be patient."
"Right, of course. He'll signal us when he can."
"And then we find out who's behind all this."
"There's something about that…Hey, the dirt track section is comin' up! Ha ha! Whoo! Yeah, McQueen! Ha ha, Francesco can' t drive on dirt."
Annabel continued to watch the race, smile never fading, eyes full of energy as she watched Cars speed by, palms pressed against the glass.
We could slightly hear the announcers through the glass. That's probably why Annabel was standing so close…
Suddenly Annabel flinched slightly and her excitement turned to confused shock.
"Annabel? What happened?"
"Miguel Camino blew an engine!"
There was a beeping on Holley's screen. "Hold on. I think I've got something."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's the Pacer from the party last night. I'm cross-referencing with the photos from the oil derricks…Yep. His VIN numbers match."
"Actually, the correct term is actually 'VIN' because the N in VIN stands for number…" Annabel said.
We weren't listening to her. While she said that, I asked Holley, "Anyone with him? He won't be alone."
"Something interesting happens now, I just can't put my finger on it…" Annabel mumbled.
While Holley conducted an analysis on the target, I motioned for Annabel to get in my backseat. She did.
"He's not the only one here. Three, five, they're everywhere! And they're all closing in on…"
One glance at where they were headed, and I was gone before Holley could say, "Oh no!"
Over Finn's radio, we heard Holley say, "Oh no! Finn? Finn, where are you?"
Finn replied, "Get him out of the pits. Now!"
As Holley tried to persuade the American Agent to get out of the pits, Finn was driving very fast down the building, and was under the bleachers when he warned Holley, "They're coming Shiftwell!"
"Yes, I know!"
"Get him out of there!"
"I'm trying! Get out now!"
"I wanna watch the race…" I told him.
"Well thank you for following directions the first time."
Finn drove into Lightning McQueen's pit.
I started giggling. "We're in Lightning McQueen's pit!"
"Annabel, do be quiet…" Finn told me, grabbing a fire-hydrant with one of his steel magnets.
"Why are we in here?"
Just then, the garage door opened revealing two lemons. That triggered a memory. One of them was a green Pacer named Acer.
"Finn McMissile!? But you're dead!" Acer exclaimed.
"Then this shouldn't hurt at all!" Finn said, then sprayed them with the fire-hydrant, then drove off. The now even angrier lemons chased him.
When he had a good lead, he stopped. "Miss Shiftwell?"
"I've got him in the back alleys east of the garages. Multiple assailants are closing in quickly."
"Keep him moving." Finn said as he came to a screeching halt. "I'm on my way." Finn told her, deploying his grappling hooks.
My stomach dropped, or rose, I guess, as we got onto the roof of a building.
Finn and I watched the American agent from above. There was a lemon coming up behind him. As the red car passed the flower shop, Finn deployed a grappling hook and knocked over a cabinet of flowers, waking the sleeping owner of the shop. Now it looked like knocking it over was the lemon's fault.
Finn used his grappling hooks to come down from the building.
My stomach dropped again. "You have got to stop doing that with me in here…"
Finn must've seen something I didn't, because next thing I know, he's trying to reverse. I look just in time to see a yellow pacer crash into Finn and push him into the grasp of two more rusty lemons.
To my horror, and to Finn's, they began pushing him towards Acer-who had a blowtorch, and the words, "This time I'm gonna make sure you stay dead!"
I gulped. By killing Finn, he would kill me. And although I would hate it if Finn died, me dying along with him is even worse! And I couldn't get out because of the lemons on either side of Finn.
Out of Finn's back window, I saw the American agent come over here. What was he doing here? Wasn't Holley supposed to be giving him directions to safety?
Finn suddenly jumped up, and out of the grasp of the lemons, causing the lemon that was pushing him from behind to speed forward, and crash into Acer.
Not wanting to kill his coworker, Acer tuned to the side. The rusty lemon hit the gas tank Acer had on his side to fuel the blowtorch. That caused an explosion, causing the two cars to go flying into the sky. Acer landed on giant neon chopsticks.
Finn jumped off of the two remaining lemons, and started doing karate. Or, I guess…it would be 'carate'.
He activated one of his steel magnets, grabbed the yellow pacer, and chucked him against the wall.
He then shot something near the elevator the yellow Pacer was now on causing it to turn on and crush the Pacer, possibly killing him.
He dodged the other car, causing him to flip over under the elevator. Finn possibly killed him, too.
I saw fireworks in the sky. Aw, man! Does that mean the race is over? Who won!? What did I miss!?
"That was cool! Hey, can I get your autograph?" The American agent asked Finn. When he wasn't looking, Finn drove away. He used his grappling hooks to not only get himself on a roof, but the two Lemons he killed, as well. Once on top of that roof, he shot his grappling hooks onto another roof. My stomach dropped majorly…
I convinced Holley to put the winner's interview thingy on her screen thing so I could watch it, and see who won. My spirits fell when I saw that it was Francesco who won. McQueen was second.
"Dang it!" I said, watching the screen. Francesco continued to gloat.
"You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win. Francesco always-a wins. It's-a boring."
McQueen rolled his eyes, then noticed something off to the side. He looked to see if anyone was looking, and drove off the stage.
Annabel continued to watch Holley's screen.
"Annabel, we're back at the hotel, now. Why don't you watch that on the television?"
Annabel sat in front of the television, and continued to watch.
"Lightning McQueen loses in the last lap to Francesco Bernoulli in the first race of the World Grand Prix. And three, count 'em, three cars flamed out…"
Holley was doing some work on her projection screen. She looked up. "Yes, Finn?"
I opened my mouth to ask her something but was interrupted by Annabel.
"Finn? I'm really hungry…"
"I sighed. "Is there anything in your bag?"
"Well, I'd assume so, but everything in there got wet when…" she said, unzipping her bag. She gasped. "Hey!"
"What is it?" asked Holley.
"Everything in here…they're in water proof bags! I don't remember why I…Ohhhhh…Now I remember. We were going to go hiking and last year I fell in the creek so in case I fell in again, I put all my stuff in waterproof bags…Yes! I can change my clothes!"
"Any food in there?"
Problem solved. :) Ya know, for now…Review if ya want…
Oh, this happened in school today;
So my Language Arts teacher usually lets one of the students pick what we're going to write about in our Journals that day from this book, and she gave it to the girl that is…that scares me. I believe she is known on Fanfiction as cookie cutter something…Worst Dream. Best Nightmare., if you're reading this, you know who I'm talking about…Anyway, she picked this;
Somebody's sitting behind you on the bus. You hear only one side of an odd cell phone conversation, but it is intriguing and it alarms you. What do you hear?
And this is what I wrote. Read if you want, if not, don't.
Yeah, it's my favorite.
I'm not telling.
No, it's not.
NO! WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK THAT!?
No, it's-! Okay, yeah, it is…
Don't you just love plush toys?
Yeah, mine shoots missiles!
No, not really. I wish it did, though…
I KNOW! That'd be so cool!
I had a dream once that he shot everyone.
No, no, I'm kidding! I did have a dream that he blew up the school, though.
Yeah, it was awesome!
Yeah, she was.
She was flying over the school, and someone was riding on her yelling, "WHOO! THIS IS AWESOME! I'M FLYING!"
Yeah, it was really weird…
What secret plan?
No, I think it's a great idea!
Okay. Meet you there at midnight?
Okay. See ya. Bye."
Everyone take a wild guess on who they were talking about. :) Hint; the person sitting behind the other person is me. (You know, besides the fact that I don't have a cell phone and even if I did I wouldn't be using it on the bus…:P) Although, that conversation never happened. I never had that conversation with anyone. Well, that dream is mine and I told my friend about it…but other than that, I didn't say any of that to anyone. Just wanted to clear that up 'cause of the whole 'meeting at midnight' part…