作者：美国迪士尼公司
出版社：华东理工大学出版社
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迪士尼大电影中英双语阅读·赛车总动员试读：
CHAPTER 1
Excitement pulsed through a packed stadium where thousands of revved-up fans gathered to watch the Dinoco 400—the biggest race of the year. They honked their horns and waved their flags in support of their favorite racers. The winner would receive the Piston Cup trophy and be crowned champion for the entire season!
While more fans cheered outside, Lightning McQueen, the rookie, was parked in the back of his posh trailer, trying to psych himself up for the race. It had been a huge year for Lightning. He had exploded onto the racing scene like a stick of dynamite, and he already had an impressive list of wins and top finishes. He knew that he had a good shot at winning the Dinoco 400, and if he did, he would be the first rookie in history to do it. Lightning felt his rpm increase at the thought.
“Focus.” He concentrated hard. “Speed. I am speed. I eat losers for breakfast. I am Lightning.” He had two things on his mind: winning and all the perks that came with it, including the Dinoco sponsorship. The sponsorship meant that Dinoco would pay Lightning a lot of money to compete in races.
“Hey, Lightning,” called Mack. He was Lightning’s loyal trailer driver. “You ready?”
Lightning could feel the roar of the crowds in the stands as his tires buzzed.
“Oh, yeah!” The sleek red race car revved his engine. “Lightning’s ready.”
Cameras flashed across the stands like fireworks as Lightning rolled off the rear of his trailer. He made sure he gave them a good look at his lucky lightning bolt sticker and the number 95 on his side.
“Ka-chow!” he called out as his grill flashed across the stadium’s giant video screen.
Lightning made his way to the track. His competitors were waiting. There were more than forty other cars in the race, but Lightning McQueen knew that he had to worry about only two of them. Strip Weathers—also known as The King—had won more Piston Cups than any other car in history. He also had been Dinoco’s golden boy for years, getting all those big paychecks. This would be his last race before retiring. Lightning was sure that The King wanted to go out on top, and he still had the speed to do it.
And then there was Chick Hicks. He was famous for battling through the line—bashing any car who stood in his way. He had never managed to beat The King, though. He was more determined than ever to win and begin a new era—the Chick era.
“Bob, my oil pressure’s through the roof right now!” cried Darrell Cartrip, one of the race announcers. Poor Darrell was in danger of overheating as the green flag dropped. The three rivals lurched into high gear, launching the greatest race of the decade as they roared across the starting line.
“Right you are, Darrell,” Bob Cutlass agreed as he watched the action from the announcers’ booth. “The winner of this race will win the season title and the Piston Cup!”
“The legend, the runner-up, and the rookie,” Darrell said. “Three cars, one champion.”
Lightning McQueen poured on the speed as The King’s sleek tail fin flashed around the track with Chick right behind it. Lightning punched the gas and flew ahead of Chick. But Chick Hicks wasn’t about to lose this race to a rookie. Coming up fast, he slammed Lightning’s rear and spun him onto the infield.
The crowd gasped as Lightning whirled out of control on the grass.
Lightning recovered quickly, tearing up the field as he zipped back onto the track. But now he was in last place! He pushed hard to make up the time.
Still, Chick wasn’t going to let Lightning close in on him. He wasn’t taking any chances. “Dinoco is all mine!” he cried as he slammed into the car beside him, sending it spinning out of control. In an instant, other cars began to crash into a pileup. “Get through that, Lightning!” With a confident sneer, the ruthless race car headed into the pits for fuel and service.
Lightning tried to go around the wreckage, but it was impossible. With no other choice, he did the only thing he could think of: he went through it! Dodging rubble and smoke, Lightning moved spectacularly, gliding between stopped vehicles and leapfrogging into the air over a pile of cars.
“Lightning made it through!” shouted Chick’s crew chief.
And Lightning didn’t stop. While everyone else headed into the pits, he kept rolling … right into first place!
“Woo-hoo!” Lightning cried.
“You know, the rookie just fired his crew chief,” Darrell announced. “That’s the third one this season!”
“Well, he says he likes working alone, Darrell!” Bob said.
Chick and The King bolted out of pit row and didn’t waste any time in trying to catch up with Lightning. The laps flew by, and it looked as if no one would beat him. Finally, Lightning headed into the pits for fuel. He couldn’t win the race on fumes. “No, no, no—no tires!” he shouted as his crew tried to replace his worn tires. There wasn’t any time. “Just the gas!”
“Looks like it’s all gas ’n’ goes for Lightning today!” Darrell observed as he peered down at pit row below him. “Now, normally I’d say that’s a short-term gain, long-term loss, but it sure is working for him.”
The frenzied crowd’s excitement grew as the contenders sped around the track. Then the white flag waved.
LAST LAP, read the stadium’s giant video monitor. “Checkered flag,” Lightning said to himself, “here I come.”
Ka-blam!
“Oh, no,” Darrell cried as he watched the rookie lose speed. “Lightning has blown a tire!” Chick and The King pounded ahead, making up time with every second. But Lightning didn’t give up. He plunged forward…
Ka-blam!
He lost another tire!
“Come on!” Determined to win, Lightning struggled forward, limping on his rear wheel rims.
“I don’t believe what I’m watching!” Darrell cried. “Lightning McQueen is a hundred feet from his Piston Cup—”
“The King and Chick are coming on strong!” Bob shouted. “Lightning’s nearly there, but Chick and The King are almost caught up!”
Lightning dragged himself forward. He was inches away from crossing the finish line—and making history. He could hear Chick and The King coming up behind him. In a last-ditch effort, Lightning took a giant leap and slid forward. He even stuck out his tongue to gain an extra inch.
“It’s too close to call!” Bob announced as he gaped at the photo finish. “The most spectacular, amazing, incomprehensible, unequivocably unbelievable ending in the history of the world, and we don’t even know who won!”
第 1 章
赛车场上人山人海，欢呼声此起彼伏。成千上万激动不已的赛车迷正在观看本年度最盛大的一场比赛——岱诺可400汽车拉力赛。他们吹着喇叭，挥舞着旗帜，为喜爱的选手加油。本场获胜者不仅可以得到活塞杯奖杯，而且会加冕为整个赛季的冠军!
场外欢呼的车迷越来越多，赛车新秀闪电麦坤正停在他的豪华拖车上为自己鼓劲儿，做赛前的最后准备。对麦坤来说，今年真是赚足了眼球。他像一颗引爆的炸弹一样飞驰在赛场上，赢了一场又一场的比赛，取得了一连串好成绩。他知道自己有十足的把握在岱诺可400汽车拉力赛中获胜。一旦成功，他将会成为赛车史上第一个夺得活塞杯的新手！想到这儿，麦坤感觉车轮都要飞转起来了！“集中注意力！”他努力控制自己。“速度，我就是速度！我要把失败者当早餐，我是闪！电！”他的脑子里现在只有两样东西：胜利以及随之而来的好处，包括岱诺可的赞助。这一赞助意味着岱诺可将赞助麦坤一大笔钱让他参加更多的比赛。“嘿，闪电，”麦坤的老伙计拖车麦克说，“你准备好了吗？”
麦坤能感受到当他飞转的轮胎一摩擦地面，发出隆隆的声响，看台上的车迷们就报以热烈的回应。“欧耶！”炫酷的红色赛车发动了引擎。“闪电已经准备好了！”
麦坤驶出拖车，满场的闪光灯像层层烟花一样咔嚓咔嚓闪个不停。他确定，能给他带来好运的闪电标志以及侧边的数字95让他的出场闪亮无比。“咔嚓！”当他的车身闪现在赛场的大屏幕上时，麦坤不禁嘚瑟起来。
麦坤到达赛道时，他的竞争对手早已等候在那里。尽管还有其他四十多辆赛车参赛，但在闪电麦坤看来，能让他担心的只有两辆。史催普·惠特被人们尊称为车王，在赛车史上赢得过最多的活塞杯。他也是岱诺可多年来的红人，囊括了所有的丰厚奖金。这将是他退役之前的最后一场比赛。麦坤确信车王期待着登顶，而且他仍然拥有这个实力。
接着是路霸。这家伙因霸道而出名，不管什么车挡路，他都要较量一番。然而，他从未能够击败车王。但这次，他抱着必胜的信念，鼓足了劲非赢不可。他期待开启一个全新的赛车时代——路霸的时代！“鲍勃，我的油压现在高到不行了！”赛况解说员达伦·卡提普喊道。正当可怜的达伦快要热昏头的时候，绿旗放了下来。三个竞争对手倾斜车身，迅速加足马力,呼啸着冲出起点。此刻，一场十年来最壮观的比赛正式拉开帷幕！
鲍勃·卡特拉斯从演播室注视着赛场上的动态赞同地说道：“你说得对，达伦，这场比赛的冠军将会是整个赛季的赢家，更将得到活塞杯！”“传奇车王、凶猛路霸、新人闪电，”达伦说，“三辆赛车，冠军只有一个！”
闪电麦坤极速前进，车王闪亮的尾翼在赛道上风驰电掣，路霸紧随其后。麦坤狠踩油门飞超路霸。但是，路霸决不会让自己败给一名新手！他加速赶超，砰地撞上麦坤的后尾，狠狠地将麦坤撞出赛道。
麦坤失去控制在草地上打转，所有的车迷都为他倒吸一口凉气。
他快速调整车位，飞速驶出草地，重新杀回赛道。然而此时，麦坤发现自己已被所有对手甩在身后！他全力加速，希望把时间追回来。
路霸自然不肯让麦坤靠近自己。他不愿意冒任何的风险。“岱诺可冠军是我的！”他一边大喊，一边撞向与他并肩的赛车。被撞的赛车旋转着失去控制。一时间，其他的赛车乱撞在一起，赛道上一片狼藉。“看你怎么冲过来，麦坤！”路霸冷笑着朝维修区驶去。
麦坤试图绕过残骸，但是这似乎是不可能的。他别无选择，只能尝试他唯一能想到的方法：冒险从他们中间穿过去！他一路躲闪赛车的残骸和烟尘，表现得游刃有余。麦坤穿过一辆又一辆卡在路上的赛车，又一个纵身越过前面乱成一团的赛车，将他们狠狠甩在身后。“麦坤成功突围！”路霸的维修队长惊呼。
麦坤一刻也不愿停歇。当其他选手进入维修区的时候，他继续向前飞驰，朝第一位奋进！“欧耶！”麦坤激动得大喊起来。“这位新人刚才又解雇了一位维修队长，这一个赛季就已经是第三位了！”达伦对着广播感叹道。“嗯，他说他喜欢单干，达伦！”鲍勃说。
路霸和车王闪电般从维修站冲回赛道，争分夺秒追赶麦坤。一圈一圈过去了，看起来没人能赢得了麦坤。终于，麦坤驶入维修区加油。没有油，他不可能赢得比赛。“不不不，不要换胎！”当维修团队准备为他换下磨损的轮胎时，他咆哮起来，没时间了!“只要加油！”“看来麦坤今天打算只加汽油就跑完全程啊！”达伦俯身看着下面的维修站说，“通常我会说这样做只能一时领先，长久来看不是明智之举。不过这种做法对麦坤来说是可行的。”
选手们在赛道上飞驰，热情的观众也越来越激动。白旗舞动起来了！“最后一圈”，赛场上巨大的视频监控器显示出这样的字样。麦坤自言自语：“终点线，我来了！”
喀啪！“糟糕！”达伦看到麦坤慢了下来，惊呆了：“麦坤爆胎了！”路霸和车王奋力往前冲，分秒必争。但是麦坤也不甘放弃。他跌跌撞撞地继续前行……
喀啪！
又一个轮胎爆了！“加油!”麦坤抱着必胜的决心，凭借后胎轮辋一瘸一拐地向前挣扎。“简直难以置信！”达伦惊呼，“闪电麦坤距离他的活塞杯奖杯只有100英尺了！”“车王和路霸穷追不舍！”鲍勃激动地大喊，“麦坤已经快到终点线。但两个对手快追上来了！”
麦坤拖着车身向前移动。他距离终点线只有几英尺了，跨过终点线，他将创造历史。麦坤听到路霸和车王就要追上来了。他鼓足了劲奋力一越，向前滑了出去。他甚至伸出舌头，再争取了一英寸。“太接近了，难断胜负！”鲍勃目瞪口呆地看着确定名次的照片。“史上最壮观，最刺激，最难以理解和难以置信的比赛结果！我们甚至都不知道谁赢了！”
CHAPTER 2
Lightning let his pit crew fit him with a new set of tires while the referees reviewed the instant replay. The rookie wasn’t worried; he was positive he had the race in the bag.
“We’re here in Victory Lane awaiting the race results,” announced a reporter as she thrust a microphone into Lightning’s grill. “Lightning, that was quite a risky move, not taking tires. Are you sorry you don’t have a crew chief?”
Lightning gave her a cocky smile. “No, I’m not,” he replied. “’Cause I’m a one-man show.”
The reporter turned to the camera. “That was a very confident Lightning McQueen, coming to you live from Victory Lane.”
“Yo, Chuck,” Lightning called to one of his pit crew, who struggled to replace the blown tires. “Chuck! What are you doing? You’re blocking the camera. Everyone wants to see the bolt,” he said, referring to his lucky lightning bolt sticker. Suddenly, the jack flew out from underneath Lightning. Ka-thunk! He hit the ground hard.
“Whoa,” he called as the pittie rolled off, “where are you going?”
“I quit, Mr. One-Man Show!” the pittie spatted.
“Oh, oh, okay, leave!” Lightning grinned at the camera. “Fine!” He snorted and added sarcastically, “How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas? Adios, Chuck!”
“And my name’s not Chuck!” the pittie hollered.
“Whatever,” Lightning scoffed. Plenty of pit crews had quit on him before, but Lightning McQueen didn’t care. He knew that when it came to racing, he was the only one who mattered.
“Hey, Lightning,” Chick called as he rolled up to his rival. “Yo, Lightning. Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racing out there … by me.”
“Good one!” his pit crew said, cracking up at the lame joke. “Oh, yeah! Zinger!”
“Welcome to the Chick era, baby,” Chick went on, his voice glossy with confidence. “The Piston Cup, it’s mine, dude, it’s mine. Hey, fellas, how do you think I’d look in Dinoco blue?”
“Blue’s your color,” one of the pitties piped up.
“In your dreams,” Lightning replied, “thunder.”
“Yeah, right, thunder,” Chick said, turning to his pit crew. “What’s he talking about, ‘thunder’?”
“Hey, you know,” Lightning shot back, “because thunder always comes after lightning! Ka-pow!” Lightning flashed his shiny lightning bolt sticker at the crowd again, and the reporters went wild. They squeezed in around him, angling for a photo of the famous race car. “Lightning, over here!” “This way, Lightning!” “Hey, Lightning, we want to see the bolt!”
“Ka-ching!” Lightning said with each new pose for the cameras. “Ch-ch-chkow!”
Chick turned to his pit crew as the reporters elbowed him and his crew out of the way. “Who here knew about the thunder thing?” he demanded.
The King stood nearby, surrounded by his loyal Dinoco pit crew.
“You sure made Dinoco proud, King,” said Dinoco’s owner, Tex, to the longtime champion.
“My pleasure, Tex,” The King replied.
The King’s wife snuggled against his fender. “Whatever happens,” she said gently, “you’re a winner to me, you ol’ daddy rabbit.”
“Thanks, dear,” the veteran said lovingly. “Wouldn’t be nothin’ without you.” Then he rolled over to Lightning, who was surrounded by adoring fans. The King knew that Lightning was arrogant, but he respected Lightning’s talent. He wanted to help the kid.
“Hey, buddy,” The King said once the reporters had cleared away, “you’re one gutsy racer. You got more talent in one lug nut than a lotta cars got in their whole body… ”
“Really?” Lightning felt flush with pride. The King sure knows quality racing when he sees it, the rookie thought. “Oh, that, that’s—”
“But you’re stupid,” The King finished.
Lightning blinked. “Excuse me?”
“This ain’t a one-man deal, kid,” The King said. “You need to wise up and get yourself a good crew chief and a good team. You ain’t gonna win unless you got good folks behind you and you let them do their job like they should. It’s like I tell the boys at the shop: it’s about everybody comin’ together and doin’ the best they can.”
“Uh, yeah, that is spectacular advice,” Lightning said absently. He wasn’t really paying attention to what The King was saying. He was too busy picturing himself as the next Dinoco car, his face on the cover of magazines, his signature on the side of the company helicopter, fame, fortune, and more Piston Cups than he could fit into his enormous mansion. And it was all starting right there, right then, with that win. “Thank you, Mr. The King.”
Just then, music sounded over the PA system. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Bob announced, “for the first time in Piston Cup history …”
“… a rookie has won the Piston Cup!” Lightning shouted. “Yes!” Revving his engine, he drove forward, bursting through the victory banner. He struck his finish line pose, mugging for the crowd.
“… we have a three-way tie!” Bob finished.
Confetti cannons burst, showering bits of paper through the air like snowflakes. The King and Chick drove forward to join Lightning.
“Oh, boy!” Chick said as he cracked up. “Hey, Lightning,” he taunted, “that must be really embarrassing!”
Lightning scowled.
“Piston Cup officials have determined that a tiebreaker race between the three leaders will be held in California in one week,” Bob announced. Lightning was shocked. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t won!
“Hey, rookie,” Chick whispered to Lightning, “first one to California gets Dinoco all to himself!”
Lightning slunk away, dejected. “ ‘First one to California gets Dinoco all to himself,’ ” he muttered. “Oh, we’ll see who gets there first, Chick.”
第 2 章
趁着裁判们观看比赛回放的时候，麦坤让他的维修团队给他换上一套新轮胎。尽管是新手，麦坤一点也不担心。因为他坚信自己能在比赛中获胜。“我们现在在冠军通道上等待比赛结果，”一位赛况解说员一边解说一边将话筒伸向麦坤，“麦坤，不换车胎真是太冒险了。你后悔开除了自己的维修队长吗？”
麦坤狂妄地笑着：“不，才不会呢。因为我一个人就足够了。”
解说员转向摄像机说：“闪电麦坤果然是自信心爆棚。这里是从冠军赛道为您带来的实况转播。”“喂，查克，”麦坤朝一位正要为他更换轮胎的维修工喊道，“查克!你在做什么？你挡住摄像机了！大家都想看我的闪电标志！”他一边说一边指了指能为他带来好运的闪电标志。突然，那名维修人员从麦坤车底钻出来，喀蹦一声把工具狠狠地摔在地上。“站住！”他冲着离去的维修工吼起来，“你要去哪儿？”“我不干了，反正你一个人都能搞定！”维修工愤怒地说。“好，走吧，你走吧！”麦坤朝着摄像机笑了笑。“很好！找一个能帮我加油的人很难吗？再见，查克！”他用鼻子哼了一声，挖苦道。“我的名字不是查克！”维修工人咆哮道。“随便吧！”麦坤嘲笑着说。尽管已经有很多维修员当着他的面辞职了，但麦坤并不在乎。他认为，在赛场上他才是唯一的重量级人物。“喂，闪电！”路霸朝麦坤走来。“麦坤！说真的，刚才的冲刺可真精彩啊！不过……我说的是我！”“真好笑！”他的维修队员听到这样蹩脚的笑话，忍不住大笑起来，“欧耶，真会讲话!”“欢迎进入路霸时代。”路霸接着说，他的声音里透着自信。“活塞杯是我的，伙计，是我的！嘿，各位，我若涂上岱诺可蓝会不会很帅？”“蓝色跟你很配。”一个机械工人唱着说。“你做你的白日梦吧，雷！”麦坤回应道。“喂，雷？”路霸转身问他的维修团队，“那家伙在说什么？雷？”“切，这都不知道啊？因为雷声总是在闪电后面嘛！咔嚓！”麦坤又冲着大伙秀了一把自己炫酷的闪电标志，记者们激动得发狂。他们迅速赶来，将麦坤围得水泄不通。他们调整摄像机的机位，将其对准这辆有名的赛车。“麦坤，这边！”“麦坤，看这里!”“嘿，麦坤，让我们看看你的闪电标志。”“咔嚓！”麦坤在摄像机前秀出各种新姿势。“咔嚓，咔嚓！”
记者们把路霸和他的维修团队挤到一边。路霸转身看了一眼他的维修队员：“你们谁了解‘雷’？”
此时，站在一旁的车王则被忠诚的岱诺可维修队员围住。“车王，岱诺可因你而骄傲！”岱诺可老板老德对常胜将军说。“这是我的荣幸，老德。”车王回答。
车王的妻子依偎着他的保险杠，温柔地说：“不论发生任何事，你在我心目中都是冠军，阔老公！”“谢谢你，亲爱的。”赛坛老将车王深情地说，“没有你我不可能成功。”随即，他向被粉丝包围着的麦坤驶去。车王知道麦坤狂傲自大，但是他也很欣赏麦坤的才智。他想帮帮那小子。“嘿，伙计，你真是个胆大的选手。”记者们刚让开一条道，车王就对麦坤说，“你身上一个螺母就比很多赛车整个车身还要有天赋。”“真的？”麦坤整个人洋溢着自豪。车王久经沙场见过大世面，他说我开得好就一定是真的好了，麦坤心想。“这个，这个……”“但是你很愚蠢。”车王接着说。
麦坤眨了眨眼睛问：“你在说什么？”“赛车不是独角戏，小子，”车王意味深长地说，“你得放聪明点，给自己找一位好的维修队长和一个好的团队。你要想赢，就得有得力的队友在背后支持你，让他们各司其职。就像我跟店里的人说的那样：所有人共同参与，所有人都拼尽全力。”“好吧。那可真是个好建议。”麦坤心不在焉地说。他没有把车王的忠告当回事。他这会儿满脑子想的都是自己成了岱诺可的下一位代言车，他的形象将出现在杂志的封面上，他的标志会被印在公司的直升机上，随之而来的名望、财富，还有多到他那豪邸都放不下的活塞杯。然而，这一切都要从今天的胜利开始。“谢谢你，车王先生。”
就在这时，音乐声淹没了广播的声音。“女士们，先生们。”鲍勃宣布道，“活塞杯赛车史上第一次……”“……一位新手赢得活塞奖杯！没错！”麦坤不等鲍勃把话说完便迫不及待地发动引擎。他冲出迎接胜利者的帷幕，摆出冲刺终点线时的姿势，朝着人群做鬼脸。“……三辆车并列第一！”鲍勃继续说道。
顷刻间，彩纸炮被拉响，五彩纸屑像雪花一样撒满天空。车王和路霸也走了上来，站在麦坤身边。“嗬，好家伙！”路霸捧腹大笑。“嘿，麦坤！”他奚落道，“刚刚一定很尴尬吧？”
麦坤紧绷着脸。“主办单位决定，一个星期后在加利福尼亚举行三位选手的终极决赛！”广播里传来鲍勃的声音。麦坤惊讶万分，他不相信自己竟然没有赢。“嘿，菜鸟，”路霸低声对麦坤说，“第一个到加利福尼亚的人将独享岱诺可奖金。”
麦坤灰溜溜地闪到一旁，满脸沮丧。“谁第一个到加州，就可以独享岱诺可奖金，”他喃喃自语道，“那好，路霸，我们就看看谁先到！”
CHAPTER 3
“Hey, kid!” Mack called as Lightning headed toward him. “Congrats on the tie!”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” the rookie replied grumpily. “C’mon, let’s go, Mack. Saddle up. What’d you do with my trailer?”
“I parked it over at your sponsor’s tent,” Mack said. “You gotta make your personal appearance.”
Lightning groaned. His sponsor was Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment, and the tent was always filled with rusty old cars. Lightning would have preferred something flashier, like Dinoco, but it was Rust-eze that had given him his big break. And a contract was a contract. He had to make a personal appearance, and that was that. He forced a smile and drove into the tent.
“Nothing soothes a rusty bumper like Rust-eze,” Lightning’s recorded image said over a plasma TV screen in the back of the tent. “Wow, look at that shine! Use Rust-eze and you, too, can look like me. Ka-chow!”
The race car heaved a sigh as he watched his bosses—two brothers who were the owners of Rust-eze—tell their usual bad jokes. The rusty cars who filled the tent laughed their bumpers off at everything the two brothers said.
“I remember this car from Swampscott,” one brother said to the crowd, “he was so rusty, he didn’t even cast a shadow!”
The assembled cars hooted and honked as soon as they saw their hero.
“Ecck … I hate rusty cars,” Lightning muttered under his breath. “This is not good for my image.” He slunk behind a cardboard cutout of himself, trying to hide.
“Hey, look, there he is!” one of the brothers cried, catching sight of Lightning.
“Our almost champ!” the other shouted. “Get your rear end in here, kid!”
A spotlight flashed onto Lightning. He made his way through the rusty cars, greeted the crowd, and forced himself to laugh at his bosses’ jokes. Finally, it was time for him to go.
“Aw, we love you,” his boss said as Lightning backed into his trailer, “and we’re lookin’ forward to another great year—just like this year!”
Lightning smiled. Then the gate crashed down. “Not on your life,” he grumbled.
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