You were just chilling at Flo's shop, watching Lightning Mcqueen make the road with a machine, Bessie, yes, that's her name. You kept watching him with a small satisfied smirk as he suffered, while Guido was changing his tires, and Luigi was offering him some tires to buy.

You went over to him with your firetruck friend, Red, and told him to wash the cactuses off his hood and car body. Well, he did shoot some water on him, and Mcqueen complained. After that, you thanked Red, as he nodded shyly and drove away.

"What was that for?" *Mcqueen asked, coughing out the left over water in his mouth.

"Do you wanna stay at the cozy cone or what? Because if you do, you gotta be clean, 'cause even here, in hillbilly hell, we have standards." You explained,

"What? I...? I don't get it..." He replied, stuttering a little bit,

"Nothing! I just thought I'd say thank you for doin' a great job, so I thought I'd let you stay with me. I mean— not with me!" You replied, also stuttering a little, "But there, b-but not with me there! But there in your own cozy cone. And I'd be in my cone, a-and it's—" You explained nervously, until Mcqueen cut you off.

"Wait... wait, you're being nice to me..." Mcqueen spoke up, while, yes, smirking a little.

"I mean— if you want to stay at the dirty impound, that-that's fine. You know, I understand you criminal types—" You stuttered, blushing a bit,

"No, no, no, no! That's okay. Yeah, the Cozy Cone." He nods a little, eyeing the motel,

"It's newly refurbished."

Mcqueen chuckled, "Yeah, it's like a clever little twist. The motel's made out of caution cones, which, of course, cars usually try to avoid. But now we're gonna stay in them. That's funny."

Your smile dropped, then rolled your eyes, "Figured that all out on your own, did you?" You turned around, and walked away.