Author's Notes:

- If you like cars and Sonic the Hedgehog, then this is for you. This is a Sonic-style adaptation of the the movies "Gone in Sixty Seconds." Though some inspiration came from the original version of the movie, more came from the modern version starring Nicolas Cage and Angelina Jolie.

- All Sonic characters and related themes belong to Sega, TMS Ent., Archie Comics, and DiC Ent.

- The Movie "Gone in Sixty Seconds" and all related themes belong to Columbia Pictures and all who made the movie possible.

- All cars, products, company names, insignias, trademarks, and songs belong to their respective owners.

- Absolutely no copyright infringement is intended and I do not own any of the above mentioned in this story. It is purely for the personal enjoyment of fans of the Sonic the Hedgehog, Nicolas Cage, Angelina Jolie, and the hottest automobiles on the planet.

Note: Characters are from the Sonic X anime, the comics, Sonic Underground, and the video games . All characters are six years older than how they are usually portrayed.

Chapter 1 - Midnight Rush

On any given night in Station Square, chances were promising that if you looked around the streets at night, you'd find some sort of crime being committed. Sometimes it would be something as simple as some kids toilet papering somebody's tree. On the other hand, sometimes sirens would wail in the night as they responded to a triple homicide committed by a drunken gunman. Tonight was no different. Tonight, yet another crime was going to be committed.

It was just about midnight when a black 80's style IROC-Z Camaro slowly crept down a street. Inside the car, three occupants were eagerly looking for their target. But their target wasn't a tree for toilet papering and fortunately, it wasn't somebody to murder. No, this group was looking for something far more valuable, and apparently, far more difficult to locate. In the back of the Camaro, a yellow flying squirrel, wearing a blue jacket, blue tennis shoes, and white gloves, sat nervously fidgeting his hands and feet.

"Tails... are you s-s-sure you're reading the directions right?"

The question was directed to a yellow-orange, twin-tailed kitsune fox sitting in the shotgun seat.

"Ray, will you relax already? I'm telling ya, we're going the right way," Tails replied reassuringly to the nervous squirrel.

"B-b-but! I don't see it and we're almost there!," Ray stuttered.

"We've still got several blocks to go! Just clam down, alright?"

Ray sat back in his seat, still fidgeting nervously. A few minutes later the Camaro reached it's destination where the target was supposed to be.

"See! I told you! It's not here! We made a mistake!" Ray cried.

"No, this is the place. But I don't see it either," the fox replied, scratching his chin.

"SHOOT! Where is it!"

"Will you guys relax? It's right there."

The driver pointed across the street to something. When Tails and Ray looked over, their eyes shot open. They found themselves across the street from the largest Porsche dealership in the entire city. Looking in through the huge front windows of the dealership, Tails and Ray could see all types of brand new, shiny, sexy Porsche's sitting quietly in the darkness of the dealership. In particular, they both were looking at a car in the front of the showroom. Sitting on top a sloped display platform was a black 2005 Porsche Carrerra GT, one of the rarest and most expensive cars Porsche had ever made. Compared with all the other cars that were on the floor, this one stood out from the rest, not only because it was up in the air on the platform, but also because it was absolutely stunning to look at.

"T-tails... this can't be right. It's too risky, too in the open."

"You know something, Ray... I think you're right. This can't be the place. There's no way that's the one we need," the fox agreed.

"It's the right one."

Ray and Tails turned their attention to the driver again.

"Are you serious!" Tails said incredulously.

"Manic... are you absolutely sure that's the one?" Ray asked.

"Positive."

Manic, a green hedgehog with a red sleeveless jacket, two gold loop earrings through his left ear, and black spiked bracelets on his wrists, sat in the driver's seat, his brown eyes staring intently at the Carrera GT. In addition to his regular downward sloping quills, Manic also had long, spiky hair protruding from the top of his head, which he had just flicked upward a bit to get a better look at the car. In Manic's mind, that black Porsche was just begging to be driven. It was a car meant to be driven to the limit and beyond, not to sit around in a showroom and collect dust.

"Here I come..." Manic said quietly, tightening his seatbelt

Tails and Ray looked at each other, both wondering if Manic was truly going to do what they thought he was going to do.

"Hang on, guys," Manic said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"NO MANIC! DON'T!" Ray shrieked.

At that moment, Manic slammed the gas pedal down, throwing the rest of the occupants back into their seats. As the Camaro was still patching out, Manic turned the car straight for the showroom. A moment later, the car smashed through one of the giant glass showroom windows. Manic slammed the brakes on so hard that Tails slid forward into the dash board and Ray flew into the front seat, landing in an uncomfortable twisted heap. Manic jumped out of the car straight away as alarm systems were starting to blare away and the emergency lights turned on.

"Ray, come on! Let's go! Get out here and help me! Tails, you take the car back to the safe house! MOVE!" Manic ordered.

Still a bit stunned from their violent entrance, the two in the car exchanged nods and jumped to action. As Ray hopped out of the Camaro via the window, Tails pulled himself into the driver's seat and shifted it into reverse. Backing out of the showroom, a pile of shattered glass slid off the hood and joined the rest of the glass on the floor.

"Ray! Get the stock number off the car!" Manic shouted as Tails sped away in the IROC-Z.

Running up onto the platform, Ray's blue eyes glanced over the car's window sticker and spotted the number.

"8675309, Manic!"

Across the showroom, Manic kicked open a glass box that had an emergency fire ax in it with his red and white sneakered foot. Grabbing the ax, Manic grabbed it in order to hack open a small safe on the wall where the car keys were kept.

"Come on Manic! Hurry up!" Ray yelled nervously.

With a single swipe, Manic chopped off not only the lock, but the entire door to the safe, a shower of sparks flying off the safe when he hit it. With his eyes darting over all the keys in the safe, Manic found the right key and then raced up onto the display stand, hastily unlocking both doors and then entering the Carrera GT. Manic then put the key in the ignition and summoned the car to life. With a mighty howl, the car's powerful ten cylinder engine came to life, ready to hit triple speeds in mere seconds. Manic then looked over at the pile of shattered glass that blocked their way out.

"That glass is bad news," Manic said.

Looking over Manic, Ray examined the mess on the floor. Surely they're tires would be slashed to ribbons if they drove over it.

"That glass will f-f-flatten our tires for s-sure! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!" Ray squeaked.

Manic quickly glanced around, noting in particular the sloped stand they were on and the fact that they were positioned right in front of a window.

"I got an idea," the hedgehog said coolly.

Shifting the Porsche into reverse, Manic backed the car up to the far side of the showroom then shifted it into first gear.

"Manic, wha…what are you d-doing?" Ray asked nervously.

Keeping his sight forward, Manic pointed ahead of him. In front of them, the display stand made a perfect ramp. Rays' face turned white when he realized what Manic had planned.

"No way, Manic. Don't even think-"

Slamming the gas pedal to the floor, the V-10 engine let out a roar that reverberated loudly through the showroom. The car's torque threw it's occupants back against their seats as it sped forward towards the ramp. The car sped up the ramp perfectly and rocketed into the air. Manic yelled out in excitement while Ray closed his eyes and covered his face in fear, wailing like a baby as they crashed through the showroom window and out over the street. The car landed in the middle of the street and Manic had to slam on the brakes while turning hard to the left to stop. Once the car had stopped, the hedgehog floored the Carrera GT again, spinning the wheels and leaving a long tire mark on the street.

"MANIC, YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU KNOW THAT!" Ray screamed over the engine noise.

"I LOVE THIS CAR!" the hedgehog yelled out, oblivious to the squirrel's comment.

With their freshly stolen set of wheels, Manic powered shifted the car into the next gear and started racing back to their safe house across town, albeit at a reasonably suspicious speed and manner.

Across town, somewhere in the docks, a purple walrus with a brown bomber jacket, a reversed yellow baseball cap, a tool belt, black gloves, and reading glasses, sat playing a game of "Mine Sweeper" on a laptop computer. Growing bored with his computer, the walrus shut the screen and stared blankly into space, letting out a lazy yawn.

"Bored, Rotor?"

Rotor turned his attention to a chair with a silver hedgehog that had two quills coming out the back of his head and five smaller, flat quills standing up from his forehead.

"Yup yup..."

"I thought Manic told you not to screw around with his computer? You know how cautious he is with it, since he uses it for hacking and has to be really careful about who does what with it."

"He told me I could use it just for basic games. I've been playing Mine Sweeper for the most part."

"Ah, I see."

"But I tell ya Silver... I wish I could have gone out with the guys to get the Porsche. That would sure beat having to sit here beating the same game over and over again, ya know?"

"Uh huh..." Silver responded, not very interested.

At a loss of what to do, Rotor picked up an old tennis ball on the floor and chucked it at the wall. Silver, using his psychokinetic powers, stopped the ball in mid air and suspended it in front of him. He then started spinning the ball backwards with his mind, then willed it into the ground. The ball bounced and flew backwards at the same time, right back into Rotor's large hands.

"Woah! That was cool!"

Since Silver used his PK powers all the time, he didn't get excited over such a small trick. Rotor, on the other hand, had found a cure for his boredom and decided to show off his own moves. The walrus stood up and took a pitching stance.

"Let's see ya top this one, Silver!"

Rotor pitched the ball and it flew on an erratic yet somehow straight path, hit the wall, and bounced somewhere into the dark.

"What the heck kinda throw was that?" Silver said, looking at Rotor.

"Knuckle ball. It's supposed to do that.

"At least mine came back to me," th hedgehog teased.

"What ees going on een 'ere?"

Behind them, a brown and tan coyote with blond hair, a fancy blue royal jacket with gold shoulder tassels and cuffs, along with red boots, entered the room.

"Relax, Antoine. Just tryin' to pass the time," Rotor said.

"More like waste zee time. Speaking of zee time... where do you t'eenk ze are?"

"Beats me," Rotor responded.

A knock sounded on the back door of the warehouse. Antoine's hand instinctively went to his saber in its sheath on his belt as everybody turned around. Silver got out of his chair and made his way to the back door and looked out a small peep hole to see who it was.

"Relax guys, it's Tails."

Silver opened the door and Tails came in. The two then came back into the room where the others were.

"What? Where's Manic and Ray? Aren't they back yet?" Tails asked.

"Non, zey 'aven't come back yet."

"Huh... that's weird... Wonder what's keeping them?" Tails said.

"Eet ees taking too long. Zey should have been back by now, no?" Antoine asked, starting to get nervous.

"I hope it's no big deal," Silver said..

"I'm sure they're fine. After all, what could they possibly be doing?" Rotor said.

"ARE YOU INSANE! SLOW DOWN!"

Currently, Manic and Ray were using their stolen Porsche to street race an orange pimped out Toyota Supra. Both cars were doing triple digit speeds and were swerving from lane to lane to avoid traffic in both directions. Manic was grinning like a mad-man with excitement while Ray clung to his seat like ivy.

"Manic! Did you forget we're in a st-st-stolen c-car!

"I know! That's why we can have fun with it!"

Both cars were now approaching an intersection which showed a green light that had just switched to yellow. Neither car showed the slightest signs of slowing down and continued to race on. In fact, both cars sped up, wanting to try to beat the red light.

"FOR PETE'S SAKE, YOU'RE GONNA GET US KILLED!" Ray shrieked.

It was no use. Manic shifted the Porsche into sixth gear and pushed the accelerator as hard as he could. Despite their speeds, the light turned red long before they got there, and cars started to pass through the intersection in the opposite direction. Currently, two cars, one going to the right and one going to the left, were coming into the intersection. Manic daringly maneuvered their car right at the quickly closing gap between those two cars. At this rate, the gap would be gone in a few seconds.

"Oh my God!" Ray cried, bracing for what he was sure would be a crash that would kill the both of them.

With only millimeters to spare, the Carrera GT blasted through the gap between the opposing cars and made it safely to the other side of the intersection. The trailing Supra, however, failed to stop in time and t-boned the first car in the passenger door with horrifying force. The two cars them slammed into the third car, resulting in a massive shower of glass and car parts flying up and raining down into the intersection. The resulting sound of the crash made both occupants of the Porsche look into their review mirrors and observe the aftermath.

"Serves ya right! WOOOOOO! I win!" Manic cheered while slapping the steering wheel with his hands.

As they continued down the road, Ray couldn't take his eyes off his mirror.

"Oh man... we're going to jail for this, I know it," the squirrel said, sitting deeper into his seat and covering his face with his hands.

"Relax, there's no way they'll catch us! Opps! Missed our turn!"

Manic slammed on the brakes while down shifting and brought the car down from nearly two hundred miles per hour to fifty in less than a block, then jerked the wheel to the left, performing a counterclockwise 180. The hedgehog then sped back down the block and performed a right hand power slide turn onto a street leading to the Station Square Docks.

"Home free, baby!" Manic chanted as they sped down the streets.

A/N - For those who have been following this story, you know that this is the re-posted version. I hope you like what I've done with everything so far. To those who haven't been following this story, I hope you'll keep up with it. There's much more excitement and cool things to come.

And yes, Ray really does stutter like that and Antoine speaks with a French accent, for those who don't already know.

See ya next time! All reviews and suggestions welcome!