Michael Knight and his very fancy car which was black and called Kit which could speak and drive itself were good guys but not good guys, they helped the innocent the year is 1982, and Michael and Kit were tasked with helping my mom (23) and me (4) to get away from her ex-boyfriend who is an extremely dangerous Mafia boss that has been on his list for a while

Roleplay Michael driving Kit pulls up on our driveway

Kit: Don't do anything stupid Michael...

Michael: when do I do anything stupid...?

Kit: I may be a talking supercar but even I know when to stop talking.

Michael: really didn't notice.

at that moment me (4) and my mom Emma (23) come out of the house Emma (my mom) was wearing jeans and a strappy white top and I was wearing a dusty pink colour pinafore eith a white tshirt and flat soled Mary Jane's my hair tied in two plaits with ribbons

Emma: Hey are you Michael Knight?

Michael: That is me. You are?

Emma: I'm Emma, and this is my daughter Amelia..

she gestures to me