MQ: *shocked* Jacky?
Other racers: *in choir confused* WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
Cruz: *ignores them and drives closer to Storm* That was a beautiful present, thank you.
Storm: *bows* Oh, it was an honor for me to congratulate the winner of Florida 500 race. *drives closer to her*
Cruz: *blushes* Awww, stop it. You make me blush.
Storm is only 3 inches from her and nears her with each meter, when suddenly McQueen intervenes and tears them apart.
MQ: *gets angry* Wow wow wow, you two. I've always known, that opposites attract magnetically, but that transcends all boundaries. *stares Storm annoyed* Storm, if you're done with your gift, then you can drive away now.
Cruz: But Mr. McQueen, he...
MQ: *interrupts her sternly* I said so, Cruz.
Storm: *looks first annoyed, but then he chuckles* Why should I drive away, if I can stay in Radiator Springs? *looks in Sally's direction* Ms. Carrera, I would like to book a room in your modest hotel.
MQ: *looks first at Sally then back at Storm* That will no...
Sally: *interrupts him* You're welcome.
MQ: *stunned* WHAAT?
Storm: *smiles at Sally* Thank you, Ms. Carrera.
Sally: *smiles back* No problem. You’re a guest like everyone else. You can take cone number seven, if you want.
Storm: Seven! *smirks* That's my lucky number.
Cruz looks at him in awe.
MQ: *teases him* If it's your lucky number, then I'm wondering why you actually didn't become seventh in the race?
Storm don't even looks at him but grits his teeth in anger. Other race cars start laughing at McQueen's joke.
Ryan: *laughs* Ha ha ha ha ha, that was a good one, McQueen.
Chase: You rock's, bro! *does with McQueen a tire bump*
Storm: *sighs, smirks and turns slyly to him* That was very funny, Champ. Is this from the 50s? I just asking, because I want to know if anyone lived then, who laughed at this joke?
MQ: *growls at him* Get out.
Storm: *chuckles* I think I touched a nerve.
MQ: *yells* I SAID, GET OUT! OR YOU GONNA TO GET HURT REAL BAD!
Storm: *looks unimpressed and says in sarcasm* Oh, I really don't want to risk it.
MQ: *growls darkly* I'm warning you, Storm. Don't make the lightning angry.
Bubba: *to Storm* You know if he attacks you, we will not hold him back.
Storm: *rolls the eyes* OK, now I really don't want to risk it, because I don't want to ruined Cruz's party. *looks at Cruz, who looks a little worried*
MQ: Then get out!
Storm: *is about to leave but glares at him* You're really bad, Champ, you know that? But you would be a great dad, who protects his daughter. Don't you think so? *leaves the bar*
MQ: *looks angry after him, but then he turns to Sally* And now to you, my dear.
Sally: *confused* What?
MQ: Why you let him stay in your hotel?
Sally: Lightning, he has the right to stay. Because if I didn't have, then it would be bad for our business. Then other costumers will not trust us anymore.
MQ: *makes a pout* But I don't want him here.
Sally: *chuckles* Is Doc Hudson speaking right now? Because he said exactly the same words when you showed up. You were just like Storm, but you've changed. Come on, Stickers. Give him a chance.
MQ: *relaxes a little and sighs* Alright, but just three days. Then I want him out of this town.
Sally: *smiles* Awww, that's my boy. *kisses his cheek*
Everyone: Awwwwwwwwwwwww....
MQ: *embarrassed* Not in front of others, Sal.
Cruz: *smiles, winks at Sally and whispers* Thank you.
Sally: *winks back to her and whispers* You're welcome.
MQ: *hears it and is confused* You're welcome for what?
Sally: *panicked* Eh, that you have a girlfriend like me.
MQ: *smiles* Yeah, that's right. *turns to the others* Come on, guys. Let's continue the party. Hit it, Guido.
Guido turns the music on and everyone continues the party.
Outside, 300 yards away from the restaurant...
Storm: *watches, hears them cheering, then he chuckles darkly* Just laugh, Champ. Enjoy the victory. Because soon will be a great celebration on my street. But first, I have to take care of your yellow protegee. *laughs* This will be a breeze. *drives to Sally’s hotel*
