Warning: This chapter has violent scenes that certain people may not be able to take. Please keep this in mind. You were warned.
~Chapter 16~
Lightning was parked in the same examination room with Jane upon his hood. She had all of her tires spread out so that the bottom of her body was touching Lightning’s hood. Lightning was rocking back and fourth so that it would sway Jane. He was in a lot of pain and it hurt to move, but he would do anything for her.
Lightning sang while he rocked her, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the Earth so high, like a spark plug in the sky.” Jane giggled.
“Daddy! More!”, Jane squealed. Lightning smiled. He felt his engine get warmer from Jane’s voice.
“Okay.”, said Lightning. “Do you want to sing with me?”
Jane smiled really big, got up on her tires, and nodded really fast in excitement.
Lightning chuckled, “You have to sing some of the alphabet for me first, Jane.” Jane’s smile faded slightly. She thought for a few moments to get her thoughts together.
“A-Ay…Bee…See…Dee…yyy…effff…jee…aych…ey…jay…kay…”, she sang. She stopped for a moment.
“Come on, sweetheart. You know the next four.”, said Lightning.
Jane thought some more then said, “Elemeno?” Lightning’s eyes widened when he heard that and he started to laugh really hard.
“I love you so much, Jane!”
Jane’s smile faded and she looked into Lightning’s eyes.
“Daddy, no go?”, she whispered.
“No, daddy no go.”
The sun was just setting, which means it was Sally’s time to come home from her job while another employee she hired took over while she was gone. She arrived at Doc’s clinic. She knocked on the door with her tire. Lightning looked to his left where the garage door was.
“It’s open!”, Lightning called out. Sally pressed the button to open the garage door and drove inside. A sensor on the door saw she drove in, so it closed by itself.
“Oh, that’s a new feature!”, Sally exclaimed.
“Yeah, Doc is finally getting out of his ‘old things are better than new things’ phase.”, said Lightning. Sally giggled.
“How are you, Stickers?”
“I’m okay, still in a lot of pain though.”
Sally frowned and drove over to Lightning. She kissed him.
“Things will get better.”, said Sally. Lightning nodded. Sally looked over at Jane and smiled.
“How’s my little girl!?”, she exclaimed. Jane started to bounce and revved her engine.
When the sky grew dark and the stars started to show their faces again, Mater drove out to Frank’s Field. The smell of farm filled his filter and the sound of snoring tractors filled the air. As the wind gently brushed against his doors, he shivered; Autumn nights are nice and chilly. They were a nice change for those who lived in or near Radiator Springs. The Summer’s were so brutal. Mater’s eyes shifted back and fourth. He even looked up to possibly see his old friend, Mator the UFO, sail just above the Earth’s atmosphere.
“Ah know’d he wouldn’t show…”, Mater mumbled. “Whatta liar.” Mater started to feel to ground shake and just then, a flash. Headlights lit up behind him. Mater was able to see his own shadow stretched in front of him.
“Who you callin’ a liar?”, asked a deep scratchy voice. Mater lowered himself a little and gulped. His body started to tremble with fear.
“Bubba…”, Mater thought. Bubba’s breath made the air behind Mater’s rear bumper feel warm.
“Too close for ya?”, asked Bubba. Bubba grinned. Mater gulped again and he closed his eyes.
“Les’ git this over with…”, said Mater. Bubba started to laugh. Bubba pushed Mater with just a tap of his tire. Rust slowly sprinkled off of Mater.
“So, what’s all this about?”, asked Bubba. “Why do you wanna tip tractors with me so bad?”
“Ta’ show who is better, but in a nice way.”, said Mater. Bubba scoffed.
“Nice? You mean in a weak way 'cause you can’t fight.”, said Bubba.
“Fightin’ ain’t got nobody nowhere.”
“Yeah, 'cept a hospital for weak cars like you. Ugh…whatever, Mater. What are the rules?”
Mater stood up tall, cleared his throat and said, “Whoever tips the most tractors within the next hour, will be considered ta be the strongest.” Bubba vibrated his lips together and spit landed on Mater’s windshield.
“Pshhh! Strongest? From tippin’ little ol’ tractors? Is that a joke?”
“If Frank comes and catches ya before the hour is up, then we judge from whoever has the most at that point.”
Bubba tilted his body and painted on a confused look.
“Huh?”, asked Bubba.
“Ready?”
“What?”
“Set!”
“Wait-”
“GO!”
Mater sped off through the field until you could no longer see him in sight. Bubba wrinkled his eyes in anger and bit his bottom lip.
“Who’s Frank…?”, he whispered. All Bubba heard was the sound of Mater’s horn honking off key, a tractor mooing, backfiring, and Mater laughing hard after all of that. Bubba rolled his eyes and drove off through the misty plain. He looked around for tractors that were standing, but all he kept passing were a line of tractors that have been already tipped with annoyed looks on their faces.
“Heh.”, Bubba laughed. “These tractors may as well have little signs on them that say: Idiot This Way!” As Bubba kept driving, the line of tractors started to turn. Mater was no longer tipping them in the straight path he was just doing, he turned off track a bit. It’s almost as if he was trying to avoid something. Bubba looked straight ahead and saw all of the tractors that Mater turned away from. His eyes widened. There were so many all pressed together, sleeping. They looked younger than the other tipped tractors. Little baby tractors, huddled together for warmth.
“I can knock all of 'em out in one honk!”, Bubba said to himself. “I’ll have more than that dipstick, Mater, right after this!!” Bubba slowly drove forward sneaking his way to the tractors. Just before he got close enough, he started to crawl, using his tires just like an animal with four legs, over to the tractors. He was right next to one of the babies.
Mater was laughing really hard.
“Ain’t no way Bubba’s got more than me!!”, Mater cheered. He turned around and started to drive back, following the line of tipped tractors. Once he got to the part of the line where the tractors started to turn, Mater gasped at the sight he saw. Bubba was right in front of the group of baby tractors, about to honk and tip them.
“Bubba!!! Are you nuts!?”, Mater yelled, in a whisper. Bubba heard Mater and turned around.
“You’re jus’ mad 'cause I’m gonna have more than you right now!”, Bubba teased.
“Bubba!! No!!”
Bubba took in a deep breath.
“Don’t do it!”, Mater warned again.
Bubba exhaled and a loud HOOOOONNNNNNNNKKKKKKKK filled the fences. All of the tractors woke up and let out high pitched moos. They shook for about a minute and started to flip over. After they tipped, all 46 of them, they all backfired.
Then, silence.
Bubba started to hop in the air with a huge smile on his face.
“YEEEEEE-HAWWWWW!!!”, Bubba exclaimed. “THAT! That right THERE is how you go TRACTOR TIPPIN’!”
Bubba turned to Mater and started to laugh in his face. Mater backed up and shook his hood in disbelief. His mouth hung open from shock.
“Bubba…what…wh-what did you do?”, said Mater.
“Jealous?”, Bubba replied. Mater didn’t answer. He turned around and sped away as fast as he could. Bubba watched as Mater’s taillights disappeared in the distance. Mater broke through the fence and sped down the road, back to Radiator Springs.
Bubba was just there, parked in confusion. His engine was idling.
“Such a hurry…”, said Bubba. Bubba turned around once again to admire the work he just did.
Suddenly, all of the tractors that weren’t tipped opened their eyes from their slumber. Their eyes were wide and they didn’t even blink. They all revved and sped in the opposite direction of Bubba.
“…what?”, Bubba thought. Bubba started to feel the ground shake under him. Pebbles started to jump off of the ground and loose blades of grass jumped with them. Bubba felt the vibrations through his shocks.
“Not another earthquake…”, Bubba groaned. The vibrations started to get harder and harder.
“Huh…?”, Bubba thought.
The shaking stopped.
Bubba swallowed hard. The air behind his rear bumper started to warm up. Bubba rolled his eyes.
“Very funny, Mater. Let me guess, now you’re gonna ask, ‘Too close for ya?’.”, said Bubba. A flash of headlights shined on Bubba from behind him and he was able to see his own shadow stretched in front of him.
“Ya know, Mater, I appreciate ya tryin’ to be like me by copyin’ what I did to ya, but you’re doing a bad job at it. I must say that the brightness of your headlight is impressive, considering ya only have one.”
There was no answer.
“At a loss for words, Mater?”
Bubba turned around. He gasped loudly. In front of him was a sliver spinning cylinder of blades. Bubba looked up some more and saw a huge, red, combine harvester in front of him. Anger boiled within its eyes.
“RAAAAARRRRGGGGGG”, screamed the combine. Bubba started to breathe really hard and he flung himself around. He slammed on his gas pedal and his tires skid in the dirt.
“Come on! C’MON!!!”, Bubba yelled, at himself. After a few seconds he accelerated forward at a very fast speed. The giant combine sped right on after him. Bubba was a big truck which means he can move pretty fast, but not for long. The fence that Mater broke earlier was straight ahead. The fence came closer and closer.
“GO! LET’S GO!!”, he yelled some more. Bubba was breathing heavier. He felt his filters jamming up from all of the heavy breathing. His axles started to tremble from the speed and he started to slow down.
“NO! NO! C’MON GO!”
“RAAAAAARRRGGGG!!!”
“C’MON!”
“Raaaaprrrrrr”
Bubba closed his eyes tight and tried to push himself even harder. He switched gears, but that was as fast as he was going to go. His hook swung around behind him in the air. It got caught on one of the combine’s blades. The hook started to unravel really fast as it ran around the spinning blades. The rope from Bubba’s pulley was running out. Finally, the rope was pulled tight. Bubba couldn’t move. He kept himself on the gas pedal. His tires ripped at the ground and smoke was started to form from his engine and rear tires. The combine yanked at Bubba’s rope.
“RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGG!!!”
Bubba groaned really loud. His axles started to feel numb. Tears formed in Bubba’s eyes.
“HELP ME!!!”, he screamed, at the top of his voice. “SOMEBODY HELP!!” The combine kept pulling at him, showing no mercy. Bubba started to choke up and the tears rolled from his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped moving, but so did the combine behind him. Bubba turned around and looked at the combine. He saw his rope all jammed up and he saw the combine right at his face. He turned back to the fence where he was trying to escape and saw he was only inches away. Bubba couldn’t stop breathing hard. He collapsed. All of Bubba’s tired were spread out. He picked up his left front tire, stretched his axle out so it stretched outside of the fence, and placed his tire on his what would have been his freedom. Bubba let his tire sink inside of the mud a bit. He swallowed hard and pulled his tire away.
The combine pulled Bubba in and him dragged across the grass. Bubba stopped trying to move forward, but he still gripped the grass as he was being dragged. The combine turned on its blades once again. A pile of chunks of metal painted a rusty red color, pieces of rubber from tires, and glass formed behind the combine. Something made a clunking noise inside of the combine, but then the noise stopped. The pipe that spit out the chunks of metal now spat out a little metal tow hook with no tow rope.
The combine backed away and started to drive back to where it was asleep with its baby tractors. Bubba’s tangled tow rope dragged along with the combine’s blades.
No tow hook attached to it.
No Bubba attached either.
A lonely tire track outside of the fence was printed in the wet mud.
Really good Jessica, and wow no more Bubba. O.O it was really cute in the begin’n 
sorry I’m not commenting much Im kinda half awake. 
That’s all I can say right now.
I’ve been beat for the day too.
Did I just say something important. 
