It was a normal morning at Flo's for the townsfolk, none of whom thought anything unusual of the day. It seemed like Foxy was the only one who felt something was beginning to go wrong, fidgeting more then usual, lapsing into odd, lengthy silences, and just generally acting very… odd. She wouldn't sit still, and was constantly up and pacing around and in between the others, her ears back and her tail puffed up and twitching at the tip. The others asked her repeatedly if she was all right, but never got an answer other then Foxy's quiet muttering to herself about something bad happening. Lightning finally set her onto his roof, hoping that it would keep her content until she dozed off. Instantly she got comfortable and settled down, lapping up the sunshine eagerly. The others sighed, hoping that Foxy had just been in one of her 'moods' where all she did was think.

At a cloud of dust on the horizon a few hours later, the others instantly grew curious. Doc rolled to the front of the group, his hood tilted in confusion. As they rolled closer to the cloud, each and every citizen instantly braked, their confusion settling into anger. Coming towards them, as fast as a freight train, was a large group of lemons, none of them looking pleased. Foxy, who was laying on Lightning's roof, where she had been relaxing, suddenly growled, a sneer locked onto her face. She didn't want to see them within a hundred miles of Radiator Springs, and the others knew it. The crowd of lemons stopped about fifty feet from the townsfolk, both sides attempting to glare each other down.

Snarls quickly sounded from a few of the townsfolk as well, along with a few challenging revs from The DRH's engines. Brian's engine boomed out above the other three, his supercharger snarling, flames shooting out of his tailpipes to reach higher then his roof. "Thought Finn said that none of ya were supposed to be here." Doc remarked coolly, arching an eyelid. "You think we take orders from that stuck up spy car? I'd rather take orders from my nonexistent wife." "We're here to settle the score. With or without McMiss-a-lot's approval." Another lemon snarled. A shot rang out from the lemons' side, and the citizens ducked, various shouts of surprise coming from the group. "What's the big idea?!" Foxy called out, standing on Lightning's roof. "Are you trying to make me mad?!"

"Foxy, knock it off." Lightning hissed, looking up at her. She ignored him. "Oh, look! It's the wittle-bittle human, back for another wittle slappy fight. Awww, how cute…" "You wanna run that by me again? I was too busy staring at an anonymous henchman, who clearly isn't important enough to get a nametag." "You're one to talk. I'll bet you haven't got one either." For a response, she pulled her collar off, held it up, and pointed to the tags. "As a matter of fact, I do, thanks for asking." She fastened it back around her neck, then got down from Lightning's roof. "So, you all obviously had a plan in mind. Who were you going to kidnap today? Me? Mater? Lightning? Oh, what about Sally? You'll get to see how mad Lightning gets, it's really funny." Her mock grin quickly rotated itself, until she was frowning hard. "We'll save that for some other time. For now, we're really here for revenge. Yeah, didn't see that coming, did you?" "Mmm, nope, I did. I definitely did. Y'know, since that's all you guys ever talk about. Revenge, rawr, kill Finn, rawr, blow stuff up, snarl. It's kind of gotten old. You guys ever thinking of taking up painting?" "Oh, cut the crap. We're here to kill all of you. You really are stupider then you look."

Foxy's head snapped upwards, fire in her eyes. "I'll give you three seconds to change your sentence, then the gloves are off. I don't give two shits if you want to kill all of us. You'll never be able to actually do it! Surely you must know this by now, otherwise you're the ones who are stupider then they look." "I mean, come on! We've got a guy who used to shoot cars all the time! We've got a car who knows how to kill you without leaving any trace of it. We've got a car who'll lock you in his paint booth with toxic fumes circulating. We've got a truck who can run all of you over without trying. We've got another who can drown you-while you're still on land! Do you really wanna screw with us?! If you do, then by all means, come at me, bro." Lightning's bumper dropped, his eyes wide. He heard a small gasp, and when he looked to his left, found Sally, her bumper also hanging.

"All right, you asked for it." There was another shot, and Foxy hit the dirt in an instant. "No! Foxy!" There was a childlike shout from the back of the group, then it was gone quickly, as the forgotten children were ushered into the firehouse by DJ. The others' horror was short-lived as she popped back up, glaring at the still-smoking weapon around her bangs. She laced her fingers together, outstretched her arms so her palms faced towards the lemons, and bent her fingers back slightly. Eight separate cracks sounded, and in an instant, her tail was arched, a missile ready to go. "Go ahead. Make my day." She hissed, her voice full of venom. "Gladly." In an instant, there were several more shots, and Foxy fired a missile at them. She watched as several lemons were blasted a good distance away, many landing on their roofs or sides. Just like that, the others were entering the fray, shouting angrily.

She watched as Fillmore headed in the opposite direction, and smiled faintly. At least she was absolutely sure that he nor the children would be hurt. She returned to battle quickly, her knife out and raised over her head, a Native American battle cry sounding from her lips. She hurled herself at a Gremlin, sinking her knife into his hood. She heard him scream, then there was something flying by her ear at a high rate of speed. "Oh, so you're gonna shoot me?! Okay, have my knife!" She stabbed him again, directly in the hood scoop, and his pained scream filled her ears. She didn't stop, not giving him a chance to aim his bullets at her.

Finally, there was no screaming coming from the Gremlin, and she pulled her knife out of his hood, giving the body a glare. She didn't stay for too long, because she was soon passed a better weapon by the car she never dreamed she would get along with. "Get 'em good, Soldier. This is our war now." Foxy saluted Sarge, who returned the salute. "I'll make you proud, Sarge." There was a nod, then Foxy was holding the Sharps-Carbine rifle in her grasp. She took aim, then fired, getting several. She spotted Doc charging for one, and sank a bullet neatly into the lemon's hood. Doc whirled her way, his eyes wide, and she gave him a grin. He gave her a nod of thanks, his back turned. Foxy watched in horror as another lemon came flying towards him, a gun poking out of his side.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, Foxy dropping the rifle, then running towards Doc. She leapt onto his hood, her hands landing first, then her feet. Her hands left his hood first, reaching up to his roof. Her feet hesitated a little longer on his hood, then left it, heading for his roof. They hit his roof, then pushed off, sending her flying towards the lemon, who had already shot the bullet, which was now speeding for Doc and Foxy. Foxy opened her mouth, about to scream at Doc to run, when she heard something come flying towards her face. She instantly shut her mouth, but found something in between her teeth.

Time sped back up and she landed like a cat on the ground, her tail curled over her back. Her Gatling guns popped out of her sides, but still she didn't say a word. She couldn't. "Foxy!" She heard Doc's frantic shout from behind her, and gave the lemon a tight-lipped smirk. "What's so funny? I hit you!" The lemon exclaimed. "Foxy, don't move, I'll go get-" She held a hand out behind her to stop him, then slowly rose from the ground. Her lips pulled back suddenly, revealing the bullet the lemon had fired, caught neatly between her teeth. There were gasps from both sides, and she glared at the lemon, her lips still pulled back. She heard Doc's gasp of amazement, and grinned. She spit the bullet onto the ground, where it fell with a light, metallic, pattering noise, akin to a coin dropping. The small sound echoed, the entire crowd of fighting long since stopped, too interested in watching Foxy, Doc, and the lemon. "So…" She started, crouching on the ground again, her weapons at the ready. "Do you really wanna fuck with me? Because by all means, bring it on. I've been living my own personal version of hell ever since my father left, so I'd love to see the expression on your ignorant, insolent, ill-fated mug when I pummel you straight down there using nothing but these." Her voice had gotten softer and softer, although it still carried a deadly tone. She raised her hands up to show the lemon, a smirk on her face, the evil gleam in her eyes pairing astonishingly well. "You-You'll never intimidate me!" "Oh, really?!" She fired one shot from her gatling guns, and watched as he fell to the ground. "I think that's one for me, none for you." She replied, her head stretching out towards the lemons who had gathered behind him.

The small group gulped, seeing her eyes narrow. She tipped her tail higher into the air, her aim already lined up. Doc fleetingly thought that she looked like a scorpion, and watched with his bumper hanging down in amazement as she fired, and the resounding explosion engulfed the group of lemons. She looked over her shoulder at him, then nodded her head. "Well go on. We don't have time to sit here and discuss racing, Doc. There's a war to be won!" With that, her eyes glittering brightly, she leapt up from the ground, pulled out her knife, then charged back to get the gun Sarge had given her, whooping like a Native American again. Doc shook his hood, ducked as a bullet was sent whizzing over his roof, then sped towards Sarge's Surplus hut, hoping that there would be something in there he could use. Foxy spotted him, and tossed her gun his way. "Doc, catch!" He looked up, saw the gun being tossed, and caught it. "Foxy, there's no time-" "I know! Take it, and show them what The Fabulous Hudson Hornet can really do!" The two gazed at each other a moment longer, then he nodded once and took off, already lining up a shot.

Foxy darted inside the Surplus Hut, frantically searching for something she could use. "Ohh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon…. A-HA!" She grabbed it, then darted outside. "You wanna play with us? Okay, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!" She bellowed, catching everyone's attention, not just the lemons'. She was standing in the doorway of Sarge's Surplus Hut, feet spread far apart in a triumphant stance, holding a Tommy gun. She took one shot, aiming for the cluster of lemons near Lightning. He leapt away like a cat with a shout of surprise as the group was blown backwards, screaming. "She's done foolin' around!" Sheriff exclaimed in a panic, watching as she walked out, still carrying the weapon.

Her expression fierce, she took another shot, this time landing it squarely in her target's hood. Together, by this time, the citizens had managed to thin down the numbers of lemons until there were small clusters here and there. "Mater! Go call Finn! He'll take the rest of these back where they belong. As for these two…" Foxy had spotted Grem and Acer hiding in the fray, and shot out one of their tires each. She then walked towards them, like a lioness stalking her prey. She wore an evil, sadistic grin on her face, her eyes narrowed, a deadly look in them. The two shared a glance, then gulped, sinking lower to the ground. "Hello, boys. Anyone want to play a few games?" "I knew we shouldn't have left you alive." "Watch your ass, otherwise I'll put a round in it." She snapped at Grem, and he fell silent quickly. "Now. Drive. Let's go." "Wh-Where do you think we're going? Certainly not with you!" Acer replied, rising up on his tires boldly. "Mind repeating that for my Tommy gun? He can't hear very well over the sound of the bullets ending up in your back bumper." She hissed, and he gulped, then nodded. "O-Okay." Looking down submissively, he began rolling, holding the flattened tire off the ground to avoid driving it on the rim. "Let's go, otherwise I won't hesitate to use my friend Tommy." She gave Grem a significant look, shifting her Tommy gun. He growled quietly, then rose to his tires and began following Acer. "Let's go, move." She shot a round into both of their bumpers, hearing two yelps and watching as they sped up.

She took them out to Frank's, 'persuading' them to enter the field full of tractors. Of course, her persuasions included a few bullets to the bumper for both. After many yelps, the two were finally in the pen, and Foxy placed the fence board back where she had detached it. She whistled sharply, and smiled as Frank poked his blades out from behind the trees. "Hi, Frank." Recognizing her, he mooed quietly, and began rolling towards her. Seeing his size, Grem and Acer fought against their flat tires to scramble backwards, looks of horror on their faces. "Say hello to my big friend. He's got a nasty temper." She gave the combine a grin, and he pressed his side against her hand as she sat on the top rung of the fence. "As you can see, he's perfectly nice… when you treat him with kindness. Hmm… I wonder what would happen if, just for a moment, I took a shot at one of you? Hmm? Thoughts?" "I'll shoot you all the way to the next galaxy, that's what'll happen!" Grem exclaimed, giving her a snarl. He backed down just as quickly when Frank uttered a loud bellow, and began rolling towards him, not looking pleased. "As you can see, he's very protective of me. And keep in mind, that's a whole lotta animal to make angry." She gave the two a snide grin, her hand resting on Frank's side. "So, who wants to play 'Piss Off the Combine?' It's one of my favorite games." She replied, her voice light. They shook their hoods, and her malicious grin grew. "Too bad." She replied, in that light, almost childlike, tone. She fired a shot, hitting Grem's left fender. "Hey!" In an instant, both cars had pulled their weapons out, and were snarling up at her. Foxy watched as, with no hesitation, Frank charged at them, bellowing angrily. Foxy had the decency to look away as the screeching and grinding of metal sounded, along with another bellow from Frank.

When there were no longer the sounds of death filling her ears, she turned to face Frank, who was watching her. She smiled, and called him over again, telling him that he was a hero for saving her from them. As she talked, she continued scratching his side lightly with her fingertips, knowing that he liked it. She sat there for a few more minutes, then sighed as she jumped down from the fence. "I've got to go back now, Frank, okay? I just wanted to stop by and say hello. Would you tell Spokes I said hello too?" The large combine mooed, and Foxy giggled. "Thank you. Bye, Frank." There was another soft moo, then she watched over her shoulder as he headed back towards the orchard. She took off back towards town, sure that the others had been able to handle a few measly lemons without her.

When she arrived, it was as she expected: The bodies of the lemons were being cleaned up, along with the oil, and Finn was loading the rest of them into Siddeley's cargo bay. "Need any help?" She gave Finn a smile as she fell into step beside him, and he gave her a smile. "Hello, Foxy. There are a few who won't cooperate." "Ohh, where are they?" He nodded his hood back towards the expanse of scattered bodies and clumped survivors, and Foxy grinned again. "Not to worry. They'll be as cooperative as puppies when I'm through with them." He nodded once, giving her a smile, and she returned it before heading out to one of the clusters. "So, who's gonna move? Or is my good friend Tommy here going to have to make you?" She gripped the weapon, and used the pump-action to load it. Their hoods lowered, and they drove along in front of her as she herded them towards Siddeley. "In, now." She pointed up the ramp, and they gave her a scowl. "Why should we?" "You seem to forget that Tommy here is cocked and ready to go. All I've got to do is aim…" She brought the gun up to her eye level, and proceeded to aim it at the lemon who had spoken up. His hood lowered again, and he led the small group into the cargo bay. "Absolutely brilliant, Foxy." Finn gave her a grin, and she returned it. "Thank you, Finn. All they needed was a little… persuasion."

He laughed at that, and Foxy went to go round up the rest of the lemons. "Let's go, move! Otherwise, your bumpers are getting pumped full of lead! Now!" She soon had a large amount rounded up, and began herding them forwards, not hesitating to shoot bullets into a few lagging bumpers this time. There were several yelps of pain, and once, one of them whirled around to face her, his guns out. "You wanna freakin' try me? Go right ahead. I'll pump your hood full of lead so fast, you'll think you're high." She gave him a glare, holding her gun at the ready, already centered on his hood. The two had a glaring match, then his guns folded back into his sides, and he turned around.

"Now, let's go! Move it, ladies! We don't have all freakin' day!" She shouted, her gun hanging from a strap at her side. She caught the wide-eyed, astonished look Finn was sending her and smirked. Once all the lemons were loaded, the ramp shut, and the one for the cabin lowered. "You guys need any help getting them out? I'll just bring Tommy along to help." That got Finn and Sid laughing, and Foxy grinned. "You think that was intense, Finn? You ain't seen nothin' yet. One of them decided to take a shot at Doc, so I jumped off his roof and caught it between my teeth." "You didn't!" "Foxy, that's nearly impossible!" "Not impossible. Just highly unlikely." She replied, winking. "She's right, Finn. Saw the whole thing. I thought she was shot at first. Then she just stands up, and there it is." Doc replied, rolling over to her side and looking up at her, eyelid arched. "You should've seen the guy's face though. He looked like he was going to leak himself." Foxy replied, grinning. That got the three laughing, and Doc nudged her. "Right on that, Foxy."

"Oh, by the way, you don't have to worry about Grem and Acer anymore. They've been… taken care of." She replied, a serious tone creeping into her voice and a gleam to match into her eyes. "What do you mean, 'taken care of'?" Finn asked, not liking her tone very much. "Let's just say I enlisted the help of someone other then Tommy. His name's Frank." While Finn looked confused, Doc's bumper dropped, his eyes wide. "Foxy, you-" "I did." She replied lightly, nodding. "Whatever is she talking about?" Finn asked, looking from one to the other, confused. "There's a combine and a few tractors in a pen not all that far from here. The combine's name is Frank." Doc replied distractedly, gesturing with a tire in the general direction of the pen while keeping his eyes locked on Foxy's. She shrugged, and Finn watched them for a while before starting in the direction Doc had pointed out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. At least, not without me." "Whyever not?" "Frank likes me, and he doesn't know who you are." Finn's puzzled expression dropped in an instant, leaving a serious, sudden look of understanding to take its place. "Oh." "C'mon, I'll show you guys." She began heading towards the field, and the two cars exchanged a glance before following her.

"Frank… I'm back." She called out lightly, but didn't get a response. "Hmm, must be sleeping. Better for us, I presume." She gestured to a corner of the field, and the two cars headed that way. They gasped when they saw the red and green shredded pile, little bits of glass sparkling here and there. "See, I told you you don't need to worry." The two looked her way, only to find her lounging on the fence like a cat, looking like she hadn't a care in the world. "Sometimes, Foxy. Sometimes ya really do scare me. And that's sayin' somethin'." She just smiled, and swung herself down from the fence, landing as lightly as a cat on the ground between Finn and Doc. "C'mon, let's go finish cleaning the oil and stuff up."

The trio began heading back towards the town, Foxy whistling cheerily. The two looked at her, completely floored that she could be happy at a time like this. She noticed them watching her, and gradually stopped. "...What?" "Don't see how ya can whistle at a time like this, Foxy. Ya just killed how many of them lemons?" "I consider it success." She replied, shrugging. "You're just lucky ya showed up after the worst was over." Doc told Finn, peering around Foxy. "The worst of the fight?" Doc shook his hood, then looked at Foxy, who was looking from one to the other. "Foxy?" "What's up?" "Ya go on ahead." "You sure?" He nodded, and she gave him a smile before heading off.

Once Doc was sure that she was out of earshot, he began telling Finn Foxy's reaction to the crowd of lemons. At the end of the tale, Finn was grinning, but shaking his hood all the same. "I can't think of a time when she went absolutely wild like you're telling me she has. I'm quite sorry I missed it." Doc chuckled, then shook his hood. "An' she's snappy, too. I couldn't tell what was worse, her words or her fightin'." Finn was laughing softly at this point. "Did she honestly produce the Tommy gun in true 'Scarfender' style?" Doc nodded, beginning to laugh with Finn as he thought about the look Foxy had been wearing. "Took one shot an' a whole group of 'em scattered. Scared Lightnin' pretty good too." That got Finn laughing aloud, and Doc soon joined him.

Their laughter carried them back to the road, and they looked around, numerous oil stains in the desert floor. There were no bodies, that much Doc was thankful for. It wouldn't do to have nearly a hundred dead lemons scattered around the entrance to town. Cars would begin talking, and that sort of talk was never good for business. He rolled into town, and found the others over at Flo's, talking amongst themselves. Oddly, there were a few that weren't there, namely Lightning, Ramone, Foxy, Guido, and Sheriff. "Where's Foxy?" Finn asked, looking around for the human. Doc barely heard him, too busy worrying about the others who were missing. "In the clinic with the others." Flo replied. That made Doc's eyes widen, and the two shared another glance before bursting into the clinic.

There they found the others who weren't out at Flo's, and Doc sighed. "What happened?" He asked, seeing Foxy welding patches of metal to the underside of Sheriff's hood. Foxy finished up welding the patches in, then shut off the welder and flipped up her helmet. "Do you wanna tell him, Sheriff, or am I gonna have to do it?" Sheriff sighed, cringed slightly when Foxy shut his hood, then looked over at Doc. "Might've charged towards a Gremlin without a weapon, and…" He shrugged, and Foxy sighed. "Fess up, Sheriff. You weren't thinking, and ended up getting enough bullets through your hood to realize that something wasn't right, then turned tail and ran back to the Surplus Hut to grab a rifle." Sheriff rolled his eyes, then rolled off the lift. Next was Lightning, smiling sheepishly when asked how he had managed to get so many bullets in his hood and fenders. "He went after Sally, so I tried to shove him onto his roof. It didn't really work at first, but eventually he ran out of bullets." "Is she all right?" "Yeah, she's fine. I think I got in front of her in time." Foxy gave him a smile, and went to work pulling out all the bullets. "Can you imagine your next race if I hadn't pulled these out? You'd be 'crapping' bullets! They'd probably be so freaked out!" Doc and Finn burst out laughing, and Lightning snickered. "I think I'd win for sure that time. All the others racers wouldn't want to get near me!" Foxy giggled, then went around to his back bumper to make sure he didn't have any lodged there. "Geez, what'd they try to do, shoot your bumper off?" "Probably." She finished pulling them out, then began patching the holes in his hood first.

Once she had finished that, she was surprised to find Doc looking over Ramone at her side. "How bad's he, Doc? I just asked who had gotten hit, and they all rolled over." "Not too bad." "Finn, you look over Guido. You understand Italian better then I do, and I'm busy." Finn nodded, then began conversing in Italian with Guido, who quickly began chattering. Finn reported that Guido had used his forks to deflect most of the bullets, but he had severely mangled them from doing so. "Knew I should've thought up a shield." Foxy muttered, and the others were surprised to hear the angry tone in her voice. "Foxy, there's very little that their bullets can't pierce, and I'm sure that you have none of what they can't." "Then I could've at least made something to slow the bullets down." She shot back, her eyes narrowing angrily. Her expression didn't last for long, because she pushed her helmet down over her face and continued welding patches in Lightning's tailfin. "Foxy…" Finn started to try and reason with her, but sighed and closed his mouth. It was clear that nothing any of them said would make her feel any better. She quickly finished what she was welding, and flipped the helmet up, looking up at the two around her bangs. "The only good thing that came out of this was that I managed to take plenty of 'em out." "And that you're alive." Foxy shrugged, then sighed. "To be honest, if one of them would've gotten me, I would've been fine with it, as long as I took them with me." Every car's bumper dropped in shock, hearing her say it so freely. "Foxy… Surely you don't mean-" "I know what I said, Finn. I'm not joking. I managed to send each and every one of them to my home, and if they took me along for the ride, that doesn't matter." She sighed again, seeing the confused looks from the others. "My real home. Not where I used to live before, either. There's lots of fire in my real home." Without another word, she flipped the helmet back over her face again and continued welding, not letting any of the others get a word in.

"You're finished, Light." He rolled off the lift, and she gestured to Guido. He rolled forwards obediently, and she began heating up his forks, then hammering them back into place, using the lift as an anvil. When she had finished with that, he pulled them back, jabbering excitedly in Italian. "He says that they're as straight as they were before he came to Radiator Springs, Foxy." Finn translated, although there wasn't any need. Guido had already scooped Foxy up in his forks, and was now tossing her into the air repeatedly. Her shrieks filled the air, and the others laughed. Surely if anyone could make Foxy forget about her dismal conversation, it was the plucky little forklift.

When he finally set her down, she promptly fell backwards onto her rear, looking up at the others with a dazed expression, slightly cross-eyed. After a few minutes of silence from her, her dog tags chattered as she shook her hair out of her eyes, then she looked up at the others again. "Remind me to not make Guido too happy, otherwise he'll be willing to take on Fillmore over me." The little forklift just bounced on his tires excitedly, grinning and chattering away happily in his native tongue. Finn let him know that he was finished, and the group watched as he zipped outside, obviously going to show Luigi. Foxy rolled her eyes, giggling as she stood up. "If there's one thing that makes Guido happy, it's definitely me, although I don't have the slightest idea why." She replied, watching the doors swing shut. She headed out of the clinic, being followed by the cars, her job finished for the moment. She happened to glance in the direction of the Interstate, and her fox ears went back as she spotted a patch of oil. The males were surprised to hear a low, deep rumbling coming from her direction. Finn and Doc shared a glance of disbelief. Was she actually growling? The sound continued, and was soon paired with a scowl and a glare, her eyes locked on that single puddle of oil as though it was the most hated thing in the world to her. "Down, girl." Lightning replied, and the cars began chuckling. Her eyes swiveled from the stain to the racer, never fading, and he shrank away, his hood lowering submissively. Doc nudged Foxy, and the look finally faded.

The group headed over to Flo's, Foxy still not looking pleased. "What I wanna know is how ya didn't lose any teeth on that stunt, Foxy." "Simple. There's bars welded behind my front teeth." The others gave her incredulous looks, and she rolled her eyes. "You all act like it's a surprise. I've had them for years, even before I got here." "We ain't ever seen 'em, man." Ramone replied with a shrug. That's how I was able to pull that off, Doc. I've got one running from canine to canine on the bottom, that's the easier of the two to see." "I wanna look!" Harry exclaimed, rolling over to Foxy. "Mmkay." Her jaw dropped, and she pinned her tongue behind her top teeth so Harry could see. "Thee it?" She asked, and he nodded. Her tongue fell to its normal position, and Harry nearly took her head off trying to see the other one behind her top teeth. "Where's the top one?" He asked, and she used her tongue to gesture to two diamond-shaped objects, one behind each front tooth.

"That's not a bar." Harry replied, and Foxy sat up straight again, petting the Barracuda's hood. "Sure it is. It's just a centimeter long, or something like that. Trust me, you'd know it if you had had it." "Where's the teeth that go with your bottom ones?" "On the top." Doc replied, chuckling. "Noo, her sharp teeth are just on the bottom. She's got no top ones." Harry insisted, and Foxy smirked as Sheriff drew back in surprise. "That's impossible, Harry. She must have them, you just aren't looking." Finn insisted. Foxy just held her smirk, at least until Harry ordered her to open. She did so, getting a crack from her jaw that made Harry start giggling. Her shoulders shook as she tried not to laugh, not wanting Harry to yell at her for not keeping still. "There's no sharp ones on the top. She's got them on the bottom. Foxy, where's your sharp ones?" She gave him a grin. "That's for me to know, isn't it shortie?" "Heyy… I'm not short!" He exclaimed, and she giggled. "Show me, show me, show me!" He insisted, bouncing on his tires. "All right, all right, just as long as you don't try to stick your tires in my mouth." There was a round of laughter, and she began the complex explanation on her first set of molars and canines being swapped on both sides, and pointed out her true canines, which had been dulled down by a drill countless years ago. Harry didn't say anything for a few minutes, instead just giving her an odd look. "I know, I know, it's weird. I have no idea what the guy was on at the time, probably drunk off his PhD's rear end." Her comment got the others laughing, and she grinned. "Or he could've inhaled some of that stuff he gave me before I got there." Once the laughter died down, Sheriff gave her a look. "How we got stuck with ya when there's how many other humans out there, I'll never know." "Yeah, me either. I could've ended up in outer space, on some other distant planet where it was me and a race of aliens that saw me as their leader, but no. I ended up in a town twenty times better then my own with residents that not only haven't called the authorities once, but know how to whoop some bumper." That got the others laughing again, and Harry rested his bumper in her lap gently, his engine rumbling happily. Foxy smiled down at him and continued petting his hood, in too good a mood to notice that she had also been injured.

In fact, the only time she noticed was when he adjusted his position, nuzzling into her stomach more. A bolt of pain went through her left hip, and she cringed, leaning to the right. "What's wrong, Foxy?" "Not sure. Here, lift up a little." He obliged and her fingers flew across her jeans, feeling for the spot she had felt the pain. Abruptly, her fingers felt wet, and she raised her hand, only to see blood on her fingers. "Ohh, they did shoot me." She replied calmly, almost in a bemused sort of tone, her left hand covered in her own blood. She watched as Lightning's bumper dropped, along with a few of the others'. Doc sighed, shook his hood, then grabbed the back of her sweatshirt, intending to drag her into the clinic to avoid moving the bullet. "Hey, not so fast! I use this to sit with!" She protested, and he barely slowed his pace. "C'mon, I'm not gonna be able to sit right for six months!" The two disappeared inside the clinic, leaving the others to exchange worried, unsure looks.

In the clinic, Foxy was attempting to maneuver the bullet out of her hip while Doc was getting the tools he'd need, oblivious to her. "You can put those away." She replied just as he turned around, holding up the bloodied projectile with a smile. "Foxy!" He exclaimed, a mixture of irritation and amusement in his tone. "What? I've got fingers, I'm gonna use them!" She protested, making him sigh and shake his hood. "Sometimes, Foxy. Sometimes…" He muttered, putting the tools away in exchange for bandages. Her ears flicked back briefly, and he rolled over to her side to begin bandaging the wound. When he had finished, he gave her a nudge in the other hip towards the door. "Go on, scram." He replied, an eyelid arched as she grinned. "Ohh, c'mon, you're just mad because I got it out before you did." "Foxy!"

His shout followed the two of them out the door as he charged after her, engine revving. She was laughing the entire time, and dropped to the ground abruptly, trying to scramble underneath Fillmore. She made it about halfway, at least until Doc grabbed one of her feet and began pulling her back out. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Fillmore, help! No, no, no, no, no, no!" She expected him to begin pressing a tire against her sides, so was certainly not expecting him to carefully roll over her and gently rest against her back, pinning her to the ground just enough so that she couldn't move. Her jaw dropped, and her ears went back, only to begin twitching as they touched Doc's grille. He laughed, then tried to blow them forwards, making the others laugh. Foxy was clearly not amused as she crossed her arms and rested her head on them, eyebrow arched, frowning. "Comfortable? She muttered, earning nothing but a quiet chuckle. She uttered a quiet snort, looking madder then ever. "Oh, she is-a very angry, very unhappy, mamma mia…" Luigi mumbled, beginning to inch away from the two. "Luigi, she's not goin' anywhere." Doc replied, and Foxy could feel him looking down at her smugly. "Ya should see the look on her face!" Sheriff laughed.

Abruptly, she began moving one shoulder, then the other against Doc's front axle. "Foxy, cut it out!" "I. Have. An. Itch!" She exclaimed shrilly, not stopping, making the others laugh. He recoiled slightly, then rolled his eyes with a sigh and began scratching her shoulder blade. "Little lower… right… keep going…. Ahhh…." She sighed happily, her eyelids lowering and her fox ears tipping forwards. Sheriff began chuckling quietly, and Doc looked over at him in confusion, still scratching a tire against Foxy's shoulder gently. Sheriff nodded in the direction of the clinic, and Doc used a sideview to look. Something red and yellow and furry was pooling on the pavement underneath his door, the tip wagging. "Foxy…" "Hmm?" She replied softly, her head resting on her crossed arms. "Do ya know that you're tail is waggin'?" Sheriff chuckled, watching as she nodded. "Of course I know. It's my tail, silly." Came her soft response. "The other one too?"

Doc rolled his eyes but switched shoulder blades, earning another happy sigh from Foxy. "Th-ha-haank you." She replied quietly, making Sheriff start laughing. "Swear, Foxy, sometimes you seem a lot like Thunder. Spoiled rotten." "I thought it was more like, 'Too spoiled for her own good' but I agree." Was her quiet response, making Doc chuckle softly. "MmmphMhh…" She buried her head in her sweatshirt's sleeves. "What kinda noise was that?" "That was the sound of a Blissful Foxy." Fillmore's response made the others look his way, and he shrugged. "She does it when she's sleepin' sometimes." He continued, completely unaware of what was running through the others' minds. "I doooo?" She replied, sounding a bit groggy, as though she had been going into sleep mode. "You little-You were fallin' asleep!" Doc exclaimed, amused shock creeping into his tone. "I dunno." She replied quietly, and he lifted his tire from her right shoulder. "Well that's it. I ain't no scratchin' post. Scoot, Foxy." "Aw, c'mon…" She mumbled. After a slight hesitation, he sighed and continued scratching, making the others laugh and Foxy sigh contentedly. "'Too spoiled fer her own good'." Sheriff quoted, and Foxy just opened an eye to glance his way, a shadow of a smirk lifting the corner of her lips upwards.

She dozed off a few minutes later, still lying flat out underneath Doc, who was gently scratching her shoulders and upper spine absentmindedly. In fact, the only time he stopped was when he nudged her in the back of the head at sunset to wake her up. "Foxy." No response. "Foxy, wake up." Still no response. Arching an eyelid, he gently grasped her ponytail in a tire, and tugged it lightly three times. "KnockknockknockPenny?" She babbled abruptly, her eyes opening wide as she looked from left to right frantically. "C'mon, out. Ya had your fun." "All right…" She managed to drag herself out using her hands, then rolled onto her back and laid down again, making Doc chuckle. "Go annoy someone else fer a while." He replied, nudging her once, grinning slightly.

"Okaay.." She sighed, then got up, stretching before heading around to Sheriff's left side. "Hi, Sheriff." Her voice sounded from below his left fender, and quiet laughter rose from a few of the others. "Hi, Foxy." He replied, chuckling. "It doesn't count as annoying if they're laughing." She spoke up, keeping her soft, light tone of voice. Doc shook his hood, chuckling quietly, then reversed, saying that he needed to go clean up the clinic. "Bye." Foxy replied around a yawn, earning more laughter from the Hornet. Foxy sure knew how to entertain, that was for sure.

When he returned, he found Foxy getting her spine scratched by Sheriff. 'Connivin' little...' He thought to himself, shaking his hood with a quiet sigh. She paid him no attention for the moment, her eyes shut contentedly as her back arched, almost like a cat's. "Lower… lower… right…" She uttered a shaky sigh, and Sheriff started laughing as her foot began beating against the pavement. Most of the others had gone back to their homes or up to Wheel Well, leaving Lightning, Sally, Flo, Fillmore, Doc, Sheriff, and Finn in the cafe. Lightning looked around as he heard an odd sound, soon accompanied by the others. "What is that?" Sheriff glanced down at Foxy, wondering why she wasn't curious, only to begin chuckling. The sound was coming from her, a strange, quiet chattering sound, as though someone were gently shaking a bag of stones. "She's doin' it." He replied, nodding to her with his hood. "How?" Lightning replied, looking slightly revolted. Sheriff shrugged, and the sound stopped when he set his tire down. "Didn't sound like 'er spine…" He commented, scratching it again.

The sound soon started up again, her head lowered into her arms as her back arched. "Wait… I've heard that sound before… Thunder does it sometimes when his foot goes. I think he does it with his teeth..." Lightning replied, looking down at his hood, thinking hard. "Her foot's goin', so that explains that." Sheriff chuckled, looking down at the human who shifted underneath his tire before continuing the noise. "Maybe it's a spot that she can't normally reach?" Lightning shrugged. "She sounds quite like a platypus." Finn chuckled, looking down at the red-haired human. "Native to Australia." He added, seeing the others' confused expressions. "Humans are strange." Lightning mumbled, raising quiet laughter.

Her head lowered, and there was a cracking sound. Sheriff instantly pulled his tire away with a gasp. "Sheriff… Why you'd stop?" Foxy whimpered. "Was that yer back?!" "No. That was my jaw. See?" She made a face, and the sound was heard again. He shuddered slightly, but returned to scratching her right shoulder blade. She sank down to the pavement with a happy sigh, her eyelids sliding shut. Sheriff chuckled, but looked up at a loud whoop. The others looked up as well, hearing three more. Foxy growled softly, then got up, mumbling something about 'disturbing the quiet' and 'tearing their tailfins off with her bare hands'. She headed into the night, and the others heard a loud, animal-like roar, followed by panicked shrieks and the sounds of tires peeling out on asphalt. The DRH came speeding into view, wailing about some creature lurking in the shadows. The few who were still gathered at Flo's laughed.

Foxy came into view, not looking pleased. Her ears were back, and her tail was whipping from side to side, puffing up slightly. "Ohh, crap. Move, move, move! She's mad now! Drive, Deege!" Wingo gave the boxy vehicle a shove, snapping him out of whatever fear-induced trance he had been in. One after the other, they peeled out, heading towards the Interstate, most likely going to scare some hapless cars. Foxy gave them one last icy look, then headed back into Flo's, amid the laughter. "She does your job for you, Sheriff!" Lightning grinned, watching as the human sat at his side, then curled up, pressing into his side for comfort from the cool breeze blowing into the cafe. He began scratching down her spine gently, and got that chattering sound that Sheriff had heard. "That's what I think it is. Watch." He stopped, and not three seconds later, she was rubbing up against his tire, obviously not having much success.

He laughed, then picked up where he had left off. Her teeth began chattering together again, and he grinned, pressing down slightly harder, snickering as her spine began arching into his tire. "She's half cat, half dog, half bear, half fox, half human." He replied, and some of the others laughed. "That's one-fifths, Stickers." "Huh?" "She's one-fifth cat, one-fifth dog, one-fifth bear, one-fifth fox, and one-fifth human." "Pfft, fractions. She's half human, half animal. Better?" Sally sighed, shook her hood, then snuggled into Lightning's other side. "Technically, humans are animals. They're the dominant species on her planet. They're descended from monkeys." "Chimps, actually." Foxy replied in a sigh. "Even though common mammals like dogs and cats and humans all have the same joint structure. Evolution just screwed things around a little." That got the others laughing.

"Over, over, over." She hissed softly, arching herself backwards and to the side. Lightning obliged, and a soft whimper sounded from Foxy. "Light… you don't do it right…." She mumbled. Despite her words, she was pressing against his tire, and to the others' shock, moaning quietly. "Yeah, definitely." He replied, grinning as he heard the sounds coming from Foxy.

Finally, an hour later, she sighed and drooped from her straight-as-a-board position, her eyelids drooping happily. "Good?" "Good…" She replied in a sigh, and the group laughed. "Thanks, Light." He dipped his hood in a nod, then scooped her into a hug, tossing her gently onto his hood afterwards. She rolled onto her back, and to the others' surprise, fell asleep in minutes. "She must've been exhausted…" "She's got the right idea." Sheriff chuckled. Lightning yawned widely, then rolled over to the Cozy Cone with Sally, the duo kissing one another goodnight before going their separate ways. Gradually, the others parted ways as well, and soon the town was quiet.

Holy frag... this is longer then I thought it would be. I tried breaking the chunks apart even further, even if it didn't exactly work very well... Sorry. *sheepish grin* Read, review, and don't steal! ^^