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The Case of the Illegal Street Racers
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) Hi there. I'm Martin Shays; you know me as Turbo Tiger, now-retired but 7-time furry NHRA drag racing national champion. Have you ever wondered how drag racing got started? You were correct if you said it began in the form of illegal street racing. Legal drag racing, I am told, began in the 1940s, with WW2 (World War II) veterans heavily involved, and so the races were done at decommissioned aircraft bases with the landing strips being used for the track.
What my fellow G-52s and I were dealing with here was a different form of illegal street racing, which had some people thinking of the Fast and the Furious franchise. Had it been motorcycles, it would have looked more like the game Road Rash to me. Either way, they were criminals, and they were going to be punished for it. How? Don't ask me; scroll down below to find out!
We'll also show you what else was happening around the world.
*Later, the city of Austin experiences a surge of illegal street racing that the mayor and state governor decided to help not only create a special task force against it, but to increase funding for anti-racing equipment for the city police to use.*
*Austin, TX, USA*
Wrangler Wolf: *He grabs on to a muscle car with one hand as the racer continues to push the pedal.* You ain't gonna go anywhere.
Illegal Racer 1: I can't go anywhere! *After trying to speed away, he parks his car and steps out of it.* I swear I'm- *Looks at Wrangler Wolf.* Excuse me, what are you doing?
Wrangler Wolf: Excuse me, what are YOU doing?
Illegal Racer 1: Come on man! Just let go of my car already!
Wrangler Wolf: I ain't lettin' go if you're gonna burn rubber on the streets at the wee hours of night here.
Illegal Racer 1: Well I'm not letting the cops impound my car!
Illegal Racer 2: *He pulls up and parks before getting out.* Hey let go of his car man! We just wanna have fun!
Wrangler Wolf: You can have fun without being disruptive and putting yourselves and others in danger. Also, your tires are bald.
Illegal Racer 2: They're slick racing tires you moron they're supposed to look like that!
Wrangler Wolf: And it appears to be some kind of cheap brand of tires too. You're a few seconds away from damage or worse, death if you keep driving like that. Driving on those tires are illegal.
Illegal Racer 3: *Pulls out a revolver at Wrangler Wolf.* Let go of his car man!
Wrangler Wolf: *He quickly picks up the car with his super strength to use it as a shield.* No you ain't gonna shoot at me!
Illegal Racer 3: HOLY {BLEEP} FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, PUT DOWN THE CAR MAN!
Wrangler Wolf: The put your gun away. *He slowly puts the car back down.*
Illegal Racer 3: *He puts his gun away.* Look, I'll pay you some money to leave us alone. These muscle cars ain't cheap! Just let us have some fun please. Just leave us alone.
Civilian 1: This isn't Fast and Furious here! Take your riced up loud cars somewhere else!
Civilian 2: Go burn rubber at the tracks not on our streets!
Police 1: Spike strips deployed! They ain't gonna go anywhere!
Police 2: Excellent!
Civilian 3: Hey Cody! I found the morons who's burning rubber and racing their sports cars in the middle of the night here in downtown Austin!
Civilian 4: Stop using the freeways for racing, you idiots!
Leo the Patriotic Lion: (narrating) It was frustrating and aggravating, no doubt, but the superhuman feats of super strength that Wrangler Wolf was performing here to put a stop to it (in addition to a time in Glenn View Springs, Arizona, where he lassoed a full semi-truck and used it to apprehend the enemy there) were helping ensure he now set the new record in terms of the speed a G-52 grows in popularity. Now he's in third place, with Cripto being in second place, and first place going to yours truly. Sorry, Cripto.
Cripto: (narrating) We joke about him stealing my thunder, but I always said that Leo actually was the one that deserved to be number one, and not me.
Meanwhile, let's flip it over to Europe for a moment and see what's going on over there.
*Switzerland*
*Some children are on a field trip to an IT-based company to learn about robotics and AI.*
Engineer 1: *In German* As you can see, the robot is genderless, so that makes them non-binary. Therefore, their pronouns are they/them.
Child 1: *In German* So it is not "it".
Engineer 1: *In German* Correct, because "it" refers to a singular item or animal.
Engineer 2: *In German* These days, we can communicate with machines, but in the end, the person controls the machine. A person can also capture things that machines may overlook, even though we have improved their precisions and accuracy over time.
Child 2: *In German* So when talking to an AI, use they/them pronouns. But when talking about machines, "it" is okay.
Engineer 2: *In German* Correct.
Doctor Revolver: *In German to Linart the Neutral Lion.* As you can see here, this is a proper method of teaching pronouns without the use of drag queens. In this case, this involves the use of robotics and AI with communicative abilities, where the use of they/them pronouns are assigned to them. Note that the topic of LGBTQ+ is not used in this since the focus is on technology. As you can see with them, they are interacting with children. Note how I used "them" to refer to these robots interacting with children.
Robot 1: *In German* Because we are synthetic beings, we are neither male or female. Unlike you, we do not use male and female pronouns.
Robot 2: *In German* Some names are gender-neutral, thus it is common for our creators to assign us gender-neutral names. Max is a popular example, that is gender-neutral, and can be assigned to a robot, AI, or other manmade or synthetic being.
Engineer 3: *In German* And with me, I am a man, so that makes me a he/him. The more you know.
Engineer 4: *In German* But in the end, when it comes to the public space, it is a space for everybody, regardless of their pronouns.
*Tokyo, Japan*
Civilian 1: *In Japanese* Ooooh; I cannot wait for Hanami season, where the sakura trees flower throughout Japan for our viewing pleasures!
Civilian 2: *In Japanese* It's going to be amazing!
Neon Blade: *In Japanese* Our foreign friends will be joining with the masses of tourists for Hanami soon.
Civilian 3: *In Japanese* It's going to be beautiful and amazing!
Ryo the Samurai Lion: (narrating in English) The Hanami season, for those who do not know, is the Japanese traditional custom of enjoying the transient beauty of flowers; flowers (花, hana) in this case almost always refer to those of the cherry (桜, sakura) or, less frequently, plum (梅, ume) trees. From the end of March to early May, cherry trees bloom all over Japan, and around the second week of January on the island of Okinawa. The blossom forecast (桜前線, sakura-zensen) "cherry blossom front" is announced each year by the Japan Meteorological Agency, and is watched carefully by those planning hanami as the blossoms only last a week or two.
In modern-day Japan, hanami mostly consists of having an outdoor party beneath the sakura during daytime or at night. In some contexts the Sino-Japanese term kan'ō (観桜, view-cherry) is used instead, particularly for festivals. Hanami at night is called yozakura (夜桜) "night sakura". In many places such as Ueno Park temporary paper lanterns are hung for the purpose of yozakura. On the island of Okinawa, decorative electric lanterns are hung in the trees for evening enjoyment, such as on the trees ascending Mt. Yae, near Motobu Town, or at the Nakijin Castle.
A more ancient form of hanami also exists in Japan, which is enjoying the plum blossoms instead, which is narrowly referred to as umemi (梅見, plum-viewing). This kind of hanami is popular among older people, because they are calmer than the sakura parties, which usually involve younger people and can sometimes be very crowded and noisy.
Indeed, we were planning to invite the Zanicchi Administration and our other foreign friends to enjoy it with us.
*Austin, TX, USA*
*The Fab 5 help out with the illegal racer case.*
Cody: Is this why drag racin' was invented?
Bryce: I believe so.
Cody: No wonder I ain't been able to get no sleep lately.
Illegal Racer 5: Get out of my way, stupid!
Cody: I ain't movin' 'til y'all go to jail! Y'all want to die and go to Hades that badly?
David (Blaze): And you aren't bribing anybody either! Give me that!
*He also has super strength like Wrangler Wolf, so he also picks up a car and uses it to shield himself.*
Police 3: PUT YOUR HANDS UP, POLICE!
Illegal Racer 6: Will you leave me alone?
Cody: YOU HEARD HIM! DROP THEM IRONS!
*Switzerland*
Linart: *in German* That's good; I can't stand people who dress up as the opposite gender. What impresses me is that these robots talk.
*Japan*
Ryo: *in Japanese* It is one of my favorite seasons, Hanami season.
*Austin, TX, USA*
Illegal Racer 4: Yo that's my car! Please put it down! I just paid that thing off!
*Illegal Racer 1 and 2 quickly makes a run in their cars as they hit the pedal to try to escape.*
Wrangler Wolf: *He throws a lasso at Illegal Racer 1's car to hold him in place.* Y'all gonna hit them spike strips at the exits! Better stop before you wreck yourself!
Illegal Racer 1: Hey; let go of me, weirdo!
Civilian 1: Bald tires and spike strips do not mix! You ain't gonna escape!
Illegal Racer 2: *He sees that the police cars are catching up to him.* Great.
Police 1: Pull over!
Police 2: Stop right now, or else you're going to hit the spike strips instead!
Civilian 2: Looks like somebody is going to learn the hard way and will have no choice but to stop.
Illegal Racer 2: Ugh! I can't escape this city when they have spike strips at the exit!
David (Blaze): I'm not putting this down until you surrender! You may have paid off this in full, but the way you drive it, you're just begging to have your license revoked!
Police Dispatcher's voice: 577, you are authorized to use lethal force on the vehicles if need be. Just do not harm the people.
Police 2: I don't think that will be necessary, dispatch.
Police 3: *through megaphone* PULL OVER; ALL OF YOU! NOW!
Illegal Racer 2: *Panics and hits the spike trips before coming to a screeching halt towards a blockade of SWAT vans. He stops less than an inch away from the vans.* Oh my gosh! I hit a spike strip! SWAT units everywhere! *He steps out of the car and allows the police to arrest him.*
Illegal Racer 1: *Gives up and puts his car on park.* Awww; crud! The SWAT team is here! *He prepares himself to be arrested by the police.*
Wrangler Wolf: *He let's go of the car and pulls his lasso back.* Anyone else wanna run from the law?
Illegal Racer 4: Just please put my car down!
*David finally puts the car down, and Illegal Racer 4 is arrested.*
David: Whew! I didn't want to hold that up forever!
Cody: I'm still trying to wrap my head around it! I ride a super horse, but it don't go that fast! But that's why I ain't drivin' no car! Ever!
Bryce: Why does anybody bother to go that fast? They're going to have their licenses revoked; that's for certain. *to Wrangler Wolf* By the way, y'all went viral when you helped Gunslinger Wolf over in Arizona by lassoing that semi-truck. You might be stronger than Crush or even Danger Dawg. I don't know.
*The rest of the racers are arrested before their cars are impounded.*
Wrangler Wolf: I wouldn't know either, but I know some of Leo's parallels are much stronger than those two combined. On the bright side of things, nobody got hurt from this illegal racing nonsense. Law and order takes over the streets of Austin again!
*Everybody cheers wildly upon seeing that the illegal racers are arrested and their cars impounded.*
Civilian 1: I can finally walk my dogs again!
Civilian 2: Hopefully I won't have to wake up to racers again.
Civilian 3: The state capital of Austin has been saved again! We can be weird peacefully and safely again!
Civilian 4: Just don't get drunk.
Wrangler Wolf: It's rodeo time, y'all!
Cody: Yup!
Super C: (narrating) So that one's out of the way now, but it wasn't going to be the last time we'd have to deal with it. We would, however, enjoy the event (the Houston Rodeo) without any distractions, so we'll mention parts of that, too.
*Later, Wrangler Wolf and the Fab 5 assists the city of Houston in crowd control as everybody attends the Houston Rodeo, where America's largest national barbecue cookoff is held at.*
*Houston, TX, USA*
*Juno, Zax, and the others are dressed up as cowboys to blend in with the crowd.*
Zax: Wait a second; how come America's largest barbecue cookoff ended up here?
Jack: Houston and surrounding communities have more barbecue sauce factories than Dallas and their surrounding communities.
Zax: I see... But I always thought America's largest barbecue cookoff would be in Dallas.
Jack: Yes, but sometimes, you can't win it all when your rival city is Houston.
Wrangler Wolf: If only y'all know what's really here, you'd understand. But please enjoy y'all selves here.
Zax: Thanks. So crowded here!
Juno: There has to be people from outside Houston coming here, too!
Wrangler Wolf: There's one thing that sets Houston's rodeo apart from yours; tacos.
Juno: Now it makes sense!
Event Staff 1: Please form an orderly line at the entrance, please!
Civilian 1: Isn't that redundant?
Event Staff 2: Please enjoy yourself at the rodeo today and be safe!
Zax: Crowded, noisy, but lots of fun!
Juno: After this, we'll be in Japan for Hanami season!
Zax: And where will we be at first for that?
Juno: In a city called Fukuoka. But right now, it's rodeo time!
Marshall: Wow; there's way more people here than I ever expected!
Jack: You'd be surprised how many people visit Houston just for fun.
Marshall: I don't imagine Houston to be a top tourist city.
Jack: It doesn't mean anything, because most visitors have friends here, so they find a way to have fun here. Houston has a lot of hidden gems.
Marshall: No doubt is the food here excellent!
Bob: You kidding me? Food here is superior! Being from Michigan, let's just say real food is far and in between there.
Jack: Houston's food scenes is what attracts people these days. Also, have you seen the agricultural section here? It's enormous!
*Everybody makes way for several cowboy-themed marching bands.*
Zax: They even have cowboy-themed marching bands here, too!
Jack: With an event this big, of course you need to have marching bands here!
Zax: *To Leo* Welp, it seems that America's largest barbecue cookoff this year ended up here in Houston instead of Dallas.
Jack: As I said earlier, we got more barbecue sauce factories in southeast Texas.
Juno: So Leo, like what you see so far?
Event Staff 3: Wow; we got more people than before! Let there not be another crowd crush.
Event Staff 4: Nah; nobody ain't gonna be that stupid to cause a crowd crush during the rodeo.
Event Staff 5: We got cops up and down all over this place so nobody ain't gonna be actin' a fool here.
Leo: I do like what I see; it seems only appropriate that the biggest barbecue happens here.
*To go with the cowboy theme, one of the marching bands performing is the Texas Longhorn marching band.*
Leo: Hook 'em, horns! *chuckles*
Tom the Patriotic Tiger: Have to have them performing.
Leo: Indeed.
*The Fab 5 help the cops control everything so that there is no crowd crush.*
Police 1: We do appreciate the favor.
Cody: No problem; I love the rodeo!
Wrangler Wolf: Don't forget the marching bands from Texas A&M, University of Houston, Rice University, and Houston Christian University, here as well. Houston Christian University was Houston Baptist University originally, but they wanted to be more inclusive of Christians of other sects.
Zax: Houston is sure something.
*Some staff from the Guinness World Records are present.*
GWR Staff 1: Indeed it is.
Zax: What's Guinness World Records doing this time?
GWR Staff 2: We spoke with the event crew of the Houston Rodeo because they wanted to attempt to beat the record for the largest barbecue festival in the world. We counted their vendors and visitors here. Safest to say that they have indeed shattered the world record for holding the largest barbecue festival in the world here in Houston, which is also the largest city in Texas.
Zax: Houston is larger than Dallas?
Wrangler Wolf: Always been. We also have the most diverse barbecue scenes from around the world, too. Looking for Chinese pork barbecue? We got them here too! Kushiyaki? That too!
GWR Staff 3: He's right. I tried some Thai squid barbecue here, too, and it was delicious!
Zax: So all this time, this city is Earth's barbecue capital of the world?
Wrangler Wolf: Yup! Everything is bigger in Texas, especially here in Houston! Houston is full of big things hiding out in plain sight. We've always been the barbecue capital of the world; it's just that this year, Guinness World Records finally acknowledged that the world's largest barbecue festival is here in Houston, which is part of the rodeo. The new mayor who replaced Turner here would love that!
GWR Staff 3: Yes; we do have the world record plague right here and the mayor will get a copy. This one will be hung in the stadium.
GWR Staff 4: The Houston Rodeo is the largest rodeo in Texas, which is also the largest rodeo in the world.
Mechayote: I always thought Dallas or Austin would be home to the largest barbecue festival and rodeo in the world.
Wrangler Wolf: But Houston is full of big surprises right before your eyes.
Mechayote: So all this time, you've been living near the barbecue capital of this entire world?
Wrangler Wolf: Mmhmm! There's lots of reasons why many folks living in Houston and near it are proud to call this place home!
Marshall: So this is the largest rodeo in Texas. *To Leo.* I had no idea Houston is the rodeo and barbecue capital of the world and Guinness World Records is here to prove it. What do you think of that surprise?
Juno: So it's Houston that has the largest rodeo and barbecue festival in not just Texas, but the world too.
Wrangler Wolf: Harris County is its own world these days. This place is a very special part of Texas yet many outsiders overlook this city. It's one of America's best hidden gems these days.
Leo: My biggest congratulations to Houston for shattering that record, and it deserves it!
*The crowds overhearing Leo's comment break out into applause.*
Tom: Bravo!
Cody: I love seeing good things happen to this state, and this town.
Wrangler Wolf: And that's how we do it!
Zax: I guess Houston has everything in the universe to be proud of.
Juno: Let's take a look at the farm animals.
*We visit the farmers and their farm animals.*
Bob: Not your average state fair here!
Wrangler Wolf: We have everything that state fairs have. This is why it's called the rodeo.
Shadow Lord Roxbury: Not even the Minnesota State Fair stacks up to this.
Wrangler Wolf: It's world class here, y'all!
Shadow Lord Roxbury: Wait, did I just see a vendor make deep fried cookie ice cream sandwiches?
Wrangler Wolf: Yup! That's the Houston Rodeo for y'all! They be deep frying almost everything!
Shadow Lord Roxbury: I hope the people eating that kind of food start eating less the next day while hitting the gym.
Zax: Oooh; Japanese style fried chicken!
Civilian 1: Topped with spicy mayo and green onions! Good stuff!
Zax: *He buys some Japanese fried chicken to eat.* Oh, wow; that is good!
Shadow Lord Coy: Now I see why people move to Houston despite allergy season being among the worst here in the nation.
Civilian 2: But the risks are oh so worth it in the end.
Civilian 3: And what is it with the surge of these illegal racers taking over our streets and burning rubber? No wonder why tow truck drivers across Texas are working overtime.
Zax: Governor Abbott told me that he has e-mailed Grease about being part of the state's special task force against these racers for a month or two. The state had provided him a sweet compensation package where at the minimum, he gets to stay in a high-security hotel in Austin, and for every illegal racer he stops, he gets paid $1,000 each. That's a sweet gig right there!
Grease: (narrating) This is fact, folks. The governor of Texas contacted me and asked me to give him a hand, meaning I'd temporarily relocate away from Wildcat City. But even if he had offered me absolutely nothing, I still would have done this. It is my unselfish duty as a G-52 to protect and give our assistance to the civilians free of charge.
Civilian 3: Grease is a natural at stopping these racers. I want some sleep, and I want to be able to go outside without the risk of being hit by a car!
Civilian 4: And where are people getting these parts to illegally modify their sports cars like that?
Zax: Online, and they're pretty easy to get. In fact, much easier to get than trying to illegally buy drugs online.
Super C: (narrating) Carvana, anybody?
Civilian 4: Oh, great; we're going to have idiots burn rubber and tear up our streets with their sports cars.
Zax: And this is why the G-52s have Grease. *To Grease* I think you should accept our governor's offer in stopping these illegal racers in Texas. I didn't think it was possible for our state to experience a surge of illegal racing cases. Cody is getting rather annoyed by that and I don't want him to go gun-crazy over this. If he's going to shoot, let it be at the tires first instead.
Marshall: Sounds like someone is desperate to make Fast and Furious: Texas a reality because The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift wasn't good enough.
Bob: High-speed Wild West? No thanks!
Cody: Not me neither. I ain't in the mood right now to be shootin' at none of them tires.
Grease: It's not the first time I have had such an offer. I may be paid $1,000 per racer I apprehend, but I'm not doing this for the money. However, I do accept it; I would have done it for nothing. It's almost like those Need for Speed games, where you play as the police officers.
*He looks up the contact info so he can let the governor know that he accepts the offer.*
Super C: *to Zax* Oh, I see; it's Japanese fried chicken. Funny we mentioned Japan; after George won the Presidential Medal of Freedom, I inducted him as an ally to the G-52s, and he said he has two kids that are into Japanese anime, but also tokusatsu; I didn't even know what that was.
Cody: Still ain't got nothin' worth lookin' at, does it?
Super C: Well, not all Japanese media is bad.
Cody: Not sayin' it is. I just hear plenty of stories about it.
Super C: There's plenty of things about it that would possibly violate the Code of Conduct, but when I asked Ryo about it, he said he included it when he said his nation was the most unbiblical nation on Earth. It's not just the anime.
Cody: Right. So what was that word?
Super C: Tokusatsu. It just means it's a live-action show that heavily relies on special effects.
Leo: So what show do his kids like?
Super C: I think it's called "Kaiketsu Lion-Maru." It's humans in feudal Japan, and one specific human can switch back and forth between being a human, and when need be, transforming into a super-powered white lion. Basically he's a superhero long before there were even superheroes as people imagine it today.
Leo: Indeed.
Cody: Y'all do learn somethin' every day. Meanwhile, how y'all enjoyin' them farm animals?
Leo: Absolutely enjoying it. Farming is vital to meeting my plans of Manifest Destiny 2.0.
*Tom also buys and tries some Japanese fried chicken.*
Leo: Any good?
Tom: Delicious.
Juno: There's also a certain word I hear often as a veterinarian that could violate the G-52 Code of Conduct, too. But I explained to Super C how I use that word to explain to my cat-owning clients that the word in question is actually an incorrect term used to describe the primordial pouch, which is actually normal for cats. If their stomachs swing side-to-side when they walk, that's usually a typical feature for cats and how that anatomical feature provide housecats their physical flexibility. It's also an area that cats typically prefer people not to touch because the primordial pouch is there to protect their internal organs.
Zax: Moon Moon decided it would be funny to keep touching it, even though he was clearly warned to stop, but he didn't listen. So the cat decided to jump on his face and claw him there. Dogs don't mind belly rubs, but cats tend to do.
D.W.: *to herself* Gosh dang it, Moon Moon!
Mechayote: Juno, if you are using the term in question as part of your job, you won't get a demerit. This is also taught in veterinary school.
Juno: My office produce brochures about why cats have primordial pouches. It's a good thing with AI and technology, along with global customer service staff solutions with workers working from home, each of my clients who have questions about why their cats have those pouches are answered. If their cat was fat, their stomachs may not swing side-to-side much.
Zax: Or in Christian speak, God gave feline animals primordial pouches for their flexibility.
Wrangler Wolf: I was going to Japan for Hanami season, but I'm gonna stay here to deal with those street racers in Texas instead.
Super C: You did, and I thank you for clearing that up for me. It gets a demerit if it is used out of context and implies the profanity.
Leo: Why am I not surprised about Moon Moon doing that?
Cody: *to Juno* Cats or dogs? Which one do y'all deal with more often?
Grease: *to Wrangler Wolf* You've now got me to help you do that.
Juno: Dogs, due to the diversity of breeds and how some of them are more prone to certain health problems than others, especially pugs.
Wrangler Wolf: Together, we're keeping the roads safe for everybody.
Zax: Well, he's a Moon Moon, yet serves Luong very well for Vietnam. He may be a silly wolf, but at least he knows when to be serious.
Juno: Don't forget that cats, especially kittens, like to play with the tails of furries like us.
Jack: No wonder why there's a large diversity of cat toys. You also have laser pointers to guide your cats around too.
Zax: Laser pointers are fun but shouldn't be used as toys. In some countries, laser pointers require ID and are not sold to minors.
Jill: Now that you mentioned that, that sounds like something that states like California would enforce.
Marshall: Prohibiting the sale of laser pointers and devices to children? I think that sounds like a great idea.
Dawn: Sounds like a great idea, but this would require convincing evidence to back up support and reasoning of why laser pointers and other devices should not be sold to minors. Believe it or not, do you know who signed federal legislation in making the national smoking age from 18 to 21?
Marshall: Donald Trump.
Dawn: Exactly. So if we have such a law, that would mean in this country, you would have to be 21 years or older to purchase a laser pointer or other laser devices. Knowing Trump, he would've signed that law into legislation too.
Bob: That would actually make sense since lasers can cause blindness if misused. There's already scientific consensus confirming the dangers of lasers. So I'd say if Congress did present Leo a bill requiring laser devices to only be sold to anyone who is 21 years of age or older with a warning label of how they can cause blindness if misused, I think he'll sign it into law.
Dawn: Yes, but remember, nightclubs use lasers for special effects too so Congress and I will acknowledge that. But as far as we know per the scientific consensus, if you're not looking at the lasers directly and they are installed properly where nobody can look at them directly easily, you should be fine.
Bob: Common sense dictates that nightclubs use lasers and other lighting as special effects so people with epilepsy would already know to avoid them.
Marshall: Correct. Dawn, looks like you and Congress need to get working on that bill on regulating laser pointers and devices in a similar fashion how vaping devices and alcohol are regulated. *To Leo* So what do you think about the idea of having a federal law where laser pointers and laser devices require ID and cannot be sold to anyone under 21 years of age?
Cody: That's true; I think my neighbor had a pug. Not the one y'all apprehended (Terry Leatherfeather), but a different one.
Leo: That is something I would sign. It's partially because I used to think (though I don't do so now) that 21 should have been the minimum for everything. You have to be 21 to drink. But you can smoke, vote, and gamble, among other things, when you're 18. However, we can't have people using lasers for the wrong reasons. Somebody might get hurt, or worse, go blind. All of us would rather not see that happen.
Tom: I agree.
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) For the record, I also helped with the apprehensions, but I did it on the sidelines.
Grease: (narrating)
*Later, while many of Leo and his administration return to DC, Juno and Zax continues to remain in Houston for the rodeo as well as to assist Grease, Wrangler Wolf, and the others in arresting illegal racers.*
*Washington D.C.*
Dawn: *She presents a bill to Leo in the White House.* Here is the bill, popularly known as the Laser Law. This bill will restrict laser pointers and laser devices to those who are at least 21 years of age, meaning ID will be required in stores and for online, ID must be verified before purchase.
Marshall: All right, Leo! You know what to do.
*Houston, TX, USA*
*Six illegal racers have been arrested with the help of Wrangler Wolf and Grease as the rodeo continues.*
Wrangler Wolf: Y'all could've killed someone or yourselves, you know!
Zax: We have this place called Circuit of The Americas.
Illegal Racer 1: Their event prices are expensive! We ain't paying money for that!
Zax: Too bad your cars are being impounded and recycled.
Juno: Crushed then recycled, you know? That's way more expensive than buying your spots in the Circuit of The Americas.
Illegal Racer 2: Then we'd have to charge our audience expensive tickets and that's not fair!
Police 1: Not fair? You mean to those around you that you almost killed? A lot of those people have children with them!
Police 2: And during night, people are trying to sleep!
Illegal Racer 3: You guys suck!
Illegal Racer 4: We race during the night, and this is why my rotors are slotted so I can brake more easily and quickly!
Illegal Racer 5: *To Grease* You almost had me in a wreck when you greased my car!
Police 3: He warned you to stop, but you didn't listen!
Illegal Racer 6: You ain't gonna see the last of us, ever!
*Washington, D.C., USA*
Leo: Yes; thank you. *His communicator beeps.* Oh, okay. As we speak, Grease is helping apprehend the illegal race car drivers who are still at it. Maybe Texas will breathe again afterwards.
*He signs the bill.*
*Houston, TX, USA*
Grease: What made you punks think you could get away with it? Play stupid games, and you win stupid prizes!
Police 4: Expect to be walking the rest of your life if you're lucky; you're losing your licenses! All of you!
*The racers are arrested. Anybody else involved in the race, such as the man who started it with hand signals, is also arrested.*
*Washington D.C., USA*
*Everybody applauses after Leo signs the the Laser Law bill into legislation.*
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) And now we come to the unwanted Round 3 of the illegal street racing challenge: what ended up being the world's biggest one ever.
*Later, it is the wee hours of night in Austin. Cyclone, a South African supervillain hyena from the F5 Terror Force, decides to host the world's largest illegal race and is hiding out on a rooftop in a tent with some electronics as he secretly livestream the illegal event.*
*Austin, TX, USA*
Cyclone: *Speaks to his camera on livestream to his audience.* So you want to see the world's largest racing show? You got it right here live in Austin. It's past midnight and we got racers ready to put their parts to the ultimate test. I want you wide awake and excited for this event because NASCAR is just going to be boring after this. You ready to rock? I can't hear you! All right! Because Governor Abbott thinks Texas is well prepared to stop this. Well, guess what? We're going to see about that because he will never see any of this coming. So, on the count of three, the ultimate racing event will begin, and nothing will stack up anywhere close to it. One, two, THREE!
*Suddenly, several sports cars are seen zipping through Austin's highways from all directions.*
Illegal Racer 1: Hahaha; your security system and cops are too slow to stop us!
Illegal Racer 2: Texas state troopers ain't got nothing on us!
Illegal Racer 3: Let's smoke it!
Civilian 1: *Wakes up from his sleep and looks outside his windows.* What the...?! How many of these illegal racers are out there? Where are they from?!
Civilian 2: *Wakes up irritated and opens his window.* HEY SHUT THE {BLEEP} UP! *Throws a beer bottle at the sports cars before closing his windows and curtains.*
Civilian 3: Excuse me! Language!
Wrangler Wolf: *Wakes up and looks through his hotel window.* The city of Austin looks like a pinball machine on steroids! *Quickly gears up in his superhero/cowboy outfit before grabbing his lasso.* This is gonna be a very long day!
*The police gets into their cars to turn on the sirens before going after the racers.*
Police 1: HQ; we're on hot pursuit of several racers! Get the snipers ready to take out their wheels!
Police 2: This is the kind of stuff I'd expect in Los Angeles not Austin! Time to shut down this race!
Police 3: Dispatch, this is 577. We're in pursuit of a white Porsche 928 clocking in at 110 MPH!
Cyclone: Hahaha! Time to have some fun! *He gets on his motorcycle before joining the race.* All right, Grease! Lets see if you and your team can stop this! *He catches up to one of the police cars and holds up what appears to be a donut covered in pink icing.*
Police 3: Oh, very funny! Pull over!
Cyclone: Hah! *Throws the donut onto the police car's windshield, which sticks to it.* Enjoy your donut! *He speeds off as the donut explodes with pink powder everywhere and covers the police car's windshield in a pink gum-like substance forcing the policeman to stop his car.*
Police 3: *He stops his car and goes out to inspect his car.* What the devil is this?! *He speaks on his communicator.* We got a supervillain on the loose! I repeat! We got a supervillain on the loose! He stuck a gummy bomb on my windshield, and it blew up, covering it in what looks like chewing gum!
Civilian 4: Oh, heck no! *Uses the G-52 app on his phone to contact Grease.* There's a supervillain out there among the illegal racers and he just stuck a gummy bomb on a cop car!
*Soon, illegal racers on motorcycles join in with the sports cars adding more noise to the city.*
Turbo Tiger: (narranting) We now have motorcycles joining the act, and so it felt like the game Road Rash after all, except we were the officers the people were trying to get away from in the end.
Civilian 5: *Opens the window to shout at the racers.* Why don't you losers shut up already?! Stop making those awful noises!
Illegal Racer 4: You look like a lonely cat lady who sucks down two bottles of red wine every day!
Illegal Racer 5: Make me! My motorbike's got some neon on the bottom to light up the streets of Austin!
Illegal Racer 6: Whatcha gonna do? Chase us? Let's tear it up boys!
Civilian 6: Oh my goodness! Where's all these racing weirdos coming from?!
Cyclone: Hahahaha. *Throws a red gummy donut bomb on Civilian 6's window before it explodes with red powder everywhere as it covers the window in a red gummy substance.* Enjoy your cherry-flavored donut!
Civilian 6: I can't see anything outside! How am I going to get this stuff off my home?!
Cyclone: *He pulls out a Bavarian cream-filled donut bomb with his right hand and tosses it up and down as he controls his motorcycle with his left hand.* I got a Bavarian cream for those who want some!
Grease's voice: I'm on it; Gov. Abbot hired me to do this.
*He meets up with Wrangler Wolf, and the two get started taking on the illegal racers. Grease, true to his name, spews oil all over the place, making it difficult for the racers. Meanwhile, because he got word of it himself, Super C dispatches himself and a select other number of the G-52s to deal with Cyclone.*
Grease: Watch out; he's got a gummy bomb!
D.W.: Gummy bomb? *She sees another police car suffer from the explosion.* I had to ask! *She then uses her super strength (because she has it) to apprehend another racer.* Don't you dorks ever get tired of losing?
Crush: You lose! *He ransacks another car after bringing it to a stop, although he lets the racer live.*
Illegal Racer 3: I just paid that off!
Crush: Too bad; now you're losing your license forever.
*Hyper Hare fights his first battle as a G-52 as a result of this, and he and the other super speedsters chase after Cyclone.*
Cripto: Watch out for the gum!
Hyper Hare: We know.
Flaming Cheetah: After this, I am never chewing gum again!
Crimson Caracal: I haven't chewed any gum since I was 8 years old. Now I won't want to!
Hyper Husky: Doublemint is going to be so unhappy with this!
Crush: Didn't Mighty Mouse once have to deal with something like this?
Cripto: If he did, the mice were all driving hot rods. No motorcycle drivers in that case.
*The Fab 5 show up.*
Cody: What in tarnation? No wonders I can't go no sleep!
Bryce: Nobody can!
Cyclone: Ah the party has showed up! Have a nice trip! See you next fall! *He tosses the Bavarian cream donut gummy bomb in hopes of stopping the G-52 super speedsters.* I'm not falling for that one, Grease! *His motorcycle leaps over the oil puddles to avoid them before speaking to Grease.* No doubt are you fast, but can your bike fly?
Wrangler Wolf: *He uses his super strength to pull himself up to a sports car before getting on top of it to keep an eye out for Cyclone.* Now where's that supervillain?
Illegal Racer 4: Excuse me! Can you please get off my car?!
Wrangler Wolf: Excuse me! Can you please not break the law?!
Illegal Racer 4: You are really starting to get on my nerves!
Wrangler Wolf: We can say the same thing about y'all burning rubber on our streets like this!
Illegal Racer 5: Hey wolfie! Get off his car, please!
*The bomb does not stop the G-52 super speedsters.*
D.W.: *to Racer 5* Why don't you make him?
Grease: I don't need a flying bike to beat the likes of you!
*His electromagnetic palms charge up; he then uses them to make life difficult for Cyclone.*
Crush: Get him!
D.W.: After him!
Super C: Somebody create a diversion if you can!
Cripto: Okay; I'm trying! Almost...got it!
Cyclone: Oh no. What are you doing? *He tries to avoid Grease on his motorbike.*
Wrangler Wolf: This should be good. *He throws his lariat at Cyclone to trap him in a lasso.* Gotcha!
Cyclone: NO!
Illegal Racer 4: No way you're going to stop every single one of us!
Wrangler Wolf: Wanna bet?
Super C: This better not result in a hero strike!
Cripto: No; I don't see that as a reason to do one. Besides, I'd pass out!
*Grease tries again, and Cyclone is not able to avoid him. Although Cody draws his guns and starts to shoot, what's he actually shooting at are the tires of some of the cars, so that they'll go flat. When they do go flat, it forces the drivers to surrender.*
Police 1: You're all losers! Nobody wins the grand prize! Uh, was there even a grand prize if there were to be a winner for this race?
Police 2: If not, it was some nerve of the supervillain promising what he didn't have!
Police 3: We've been had!
*Every illegal racer is arrested, including Cyclone himself.*
Cyclone: Was it always about the grand prize, or was it something bigger, like bragging rights of moments?
Wrangler Wolf: It ain't gonna matter one bit, because y'all under arrest for illegal racing!
Cyclone: But it won't be the last and I will always be back. And besides, you G-52s should look beyond money. After all, your governor claimed that he can put every illegal racer in jail, so we decided to put his promises to the test here.
Wrangler Wolf: In Texas, we don't make promises that we can't keep. When we say we will do something, we do it!
Cyclone: You may have all the technology and the G-52s, but there will always be loopholes. Your governor has some big powerful words, but at least he doesn't break them much to my surprise. The police here in this city claimed to be well-armed, so we decided to put them to the test as well.
Wrangler Wolf: As they say, don't mess with Texas! You wanted to try it, now you found out!
Cyclone: I wonder what the others have to say to me before I go to jail and plan my next moves.
Super C: We do look beyond money; we were just asking a question.
Cody: Then he didn't have no grand prize but the rights to brag 'bout it.
Grease: Knowing you, you will be back.
Crush: I don't why you even bother; you know you will lose in the end, one way or another.
Leo: (narrating) I think you can guess how the story ends from there. While CNG itself is dead, the C.I.D.F had a sad report going that the aftermath of its effects may take as many as 1,000 years to wear off, showing just how powerful it really was. Why? The moment the racers were all arrested, their significant others filed for divorce (if they were married), dumped them (if they were just dating), and publicly rejected them and disowned them forever (if they were their parents). They also figured out how to write them out of the wills and give what they would have gotten to their kids, or to other relatives. Otherwise, they let the city or their churches have the property and/or items.
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) In the end, though, we got every last one of them. This concludes this journal entry; stay safe, take care of yourselves now, don't speed, and don't go running any red lights.
Good night.
THE END
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The Case of the Illegal Street Racers
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) Hi there. I'm Martin Shays; you know me as Turbo Tiger, now-retired but 7-time furry NHRA drag racing national champion. Have you ever wondered how drag racing got started? You were correct if you said it began in the form of illegal street racing. Legal drag racing, I am told, began in the 1940s, with WW2 (World War II) veterans heavily involved, and so the races were done at decommissioned aircraft bases with the landing strips being used for the track.
What my fellow G-52s and I were dealing with here was a different form of illegal street racing, which had some people thinking of the Fast and the Furious franchise. Had it been motorcycles, it would have looked more like the game Road Rash to me. Either way, they were criminals, and they were going to be punished for it. How? Don't ask me; scroll down below to find out!
We'll also show you what else was happening around the world.
*Later, the city of Austin experiences a surge of illegal street racing that the mayor and state governor decided to help not only create a special task force against it, but to increase funding for anti-racing equipment for the city police to use.*
*Austin, TX, USA*
Wrangler Wolf: *He grabs on to a muscle car with one hand as the racer continues to push the pedal.* You ain't gonna go anywhere.
Illegal Racer 1: I can't go anywhere! *After trying to speed away, he parks his car and steps out of it.* I swear I'm- *Looks at Wrangler Wolf.* Excuse me, what are you doing?
Wrangler Wolf: Excuse me, what are YOU doing?
Illegal Racer 1: Come on man! Just let go of my car already!
Wrangler Wolf: I ain't lettin' go if you're gonna burn rubber on the streets at the wee hours of night here.
Illegal Racer 1: Well I'm not letting the cops impound my car!
Illegal Racer 2: *He pulls up and parks before getting out.* Hey let go of his car man! We just wanna have fun!
Wrangler Wolf: You can have fun without being disruptive and putting yourselves and others in danger. Also, your tires are bald.
Illegal Racer 2: They're slick racing tires you moron they're supposed to look like that!
Wrangler Wolf: And it appears to be some kind of cheap brand of tires too. You're a few seconds away from damage or worse, death if you keep driving like that. Driving on those tires are illegal.
Illegal Racer 3: *Pulls out a revolver at Wrangler Wolf.* Let go of his car man!
Wrangler Wolf: *He quickly picks up the car with his super strength to use it as a shield.* No you ain't gonna shoot at me!
Illegal Racer 3: HOLY {BLEEP} FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, PUT DOWN THE CAR MAN!
Wrangler Wolf: The put your gun away. *He slowly puts the car back down.*
Illegal Racer 3: *He puts his gun away.* Look, I'll pay you some money to leave us alone. These muscle cars ain't cheap! Just let us have some fun please. Just leave us alone.
Civilian 1: This isn't Fast and Furious here! Take your riced up loud cars somewhere else!
Civilian 2: Go burn rubber at the tracks not on our streets!
Police 1: Spike strips deployed! They ain't gonna go anywhere!
Police 2: Excellent!
Civilian 3: Hey Cody! I found the morons who's burning rubber and racing their sports cars in the middle of the night here in downtown Austin!
Civilian 4: Stop using the freeways for racing, you idiots!
Leo the Patriotic Lion: (narrating) It was frustrating and aggravating, no doubt, but the superhuman feats of super strength that Wrangler Wolf was performing here to put a stop to it (in addition to a time in Glenn View Springs, Arizona, where he lassoed a full semi-truck and used it to apprehend the enemy there) were helping ensure he now set the new record in terms of the speed a G-52 grows in popularity. Now he's in third place, with Cripto being in second place, and first place going to yours truly. Sorry, Cripto.
Cripto: (narrating) We joke about him stealing my thunder, but I always said that Leo actually was the one that deserved to be number one, and not me.
Meanwhile, let's flip it over to Europe for a moment and see what's going on over there.
*Switzerland*
*Some children are on a field trip to an IT-based company to learn about robotics and AI.*
Engineer 1: *In German* As you can see, the robot is genderless, so that makes them non-binary. Therefore, their pronouns are they/them.
Child 1: *In German* So it is not "it".
Engineer 1: *In German* Correct, because "it" refers to a singular item or animal.
Engineer 2: *In German* These days, we can communicate with machines, but in the end, the person controls the machine. A person can also capture things that machines may overlook, even though we have improved their precisions and accuracy over time.
Child 2: *In German* So when talking to an AI, use they/them pronouns. But when talking about machines, "it" is okay.
Engineer 2: *In German* Correct.
Doctor Revolver: *In German to Linart the Neutral Lion.* As you can see here, this is a proper method of teaching pronouns without the use of drag queens. In this case, this involves the use of robotics and AI with communicative abilities, where the use of they/them pronouns are assigned to them. Note that the topic of LGBTQ+ is not used in this since the focus is on technology. As you can see with them, they are interacting with children. Note how I used "them" to refer to these robots interacting with children.
Robot 1: *In German* Because we are synthetic beings, we are neither male or female. Unlike you, we do not use male and female pronouns.
Robot 2: *In German* Some names are gender-neutral, thus it is common for our creators to assign us gender-neutral names. Max is a popular example, that is gender-neutral, and can be assigned to a robot, AI, or other manmade or synthetic being.
Engineer 3: *In German* And with me, I am a man, so that makes me a he/him. The more you know.
Engineer 4: *In German* But in the end, when it comes to the public space, it is a space for everybody, regardless of their pronouns.
*Tokyo, Japan*
Civilian 1: *In Japanese* Ooooh; I cannot wait for Hanami season, where the sakura trees flower throughout Japan for our viewing pleasures!
Civilian 2: *In Japanese* It's going to be amazing!
Neon Blade: *In Japanese* Our foreign friends will be joining with the masses of tourists for Hanami soon.
Civilian 3: *In Japanese* It's going to be beautiful and amazing!
Ryo the Samurai Lion: (narrating in English) The Hanami season, for those who do not know, is the Japanese traditional custom of enjoying the transient beauty of flowers; flowers (花, hana) in this case almost always refer to those of the cherry (桜, sakura) or, less frequently, plum (梅, ume) trees. From the end of March to early May, cherry trees bloom all over Japan, and around the second week of January on the island of Okinawa. The blossom forecast (桜前線, sakura-zensen) "cherry blossom front" is announced each year by the Japan Meteorological Agency, and is watched carefully by those planning hanami as the blossoms only last a week or two.
In modern-day Japan, hanami mostly consists of having an outdoor party beneath the sakura during daytime or at night. In some contexts the Sino-Japanese term kan'ō (観桜, view-cherry) is used instead, particularly for festivals. Hanami at night is called yozakura (夜桜) "night sakura". In many places such as Ueno Park temporary paper lanterns are hung for the purpose of yozakura. On the island of Okinawa, decorative electric lanterns are hung in the trees for evening enjoyment, such as on the trees ascending Mt. Yae, near Motobu Town, or at the Nakijin Castle.
A more ancient form of hanami also exists in Japan, which is enjoying the plum blossoms instead, which is narrowly referred to as umemi (梅見, plum-viewing). This kind of hanami is popular among older people, because they are calmer than the sakura parties, which usually involve younger people and can sometimes be very crowded and noisy.
Indeed, we were planning to invite the Zanicchi Administration and our other foreign friends to enjoy it with us.
*Austin, TX, USA*
*The Fab 5 help out with the illegal racer case.*
Cody: Is this why drag racin' was invented?
Bryce: I believe so.
Cody: No wonder I ain't been able to get no sleep lately.
Illegal Racer 5: Get out of my way, stupid!
Cody: I ain't movin' 'til y'all go to jail! Y'all want to die and go to Hades that badly?
David (Blaze): And you aren't bribing anybody either! Give me that!
*He also has super strength like Wrangler Wolf, so he also picks up a car and uses it to shield himself.*
Police 3: PUT YOUR HANDS UP, POLICE!
Illegal Racer 6: Will you leave me alone?
Cody: YOU HEARD HIM! DROP THEM IRONS!
*Switzerland*
Linart: *in German* That's good; I can't stand people who dress up as the opposite gender. What impresses me is that these robots talk.
*Japan*
Ryo: *in Japanese* It is one of my favorite seasons, Hanami season.
*Austin, TX, USA*
Illegal Racer 4: Yo that's my car! Please put it down! I just paid that thing off!
*Illegal Racer 1 and 2 quickly makes a run in their cars as they hit the pedal to try to escape.*
Wrangler Wolf: *He throws a lasso at Illegal Racer 1's car to hold him in place.* Y'all gonna hit them spike strips at the exits! Better stop before you wreck yourself!
Illegal Racer 1: Hey; let go of me, weirdo!
Civilian 1: Bald tires and spike strips do not mix! You ain't gonna escape!
Illegal Racer 2: *He sees that the police cars are catching up to him.* Great.
Police 1: Pull over!
Police 2: Stop right now, or else you're going to hit the spike strips instead!
Civilian 2: Looks like somebody is going to learn the hard way and will have no choice but to stop.
Illegal Racer 2: Ugh! I can't escape this city when they have spike strips at the exit!
David (Blaze): I'm not putting this down until you surrender! You may have paid off this in full, but the way you drive it, you're just begging to have your license revoked!
Police Dispatcher's voice: 577, you are authorized to use lethal force on the vehicles if need be. Just do not harm the people.
Police 2: I don't think that will be necessary, dispatch.
Police 3: *through megaphone* PULL OVER; ALL OF YOU! NOW!
Illegal Racer 2: *Panics and hits the spike trips before coming to a screeching halt towards a blockade of SWAT vans. He stops less than an inch away from the vans.* Oh my gosh! I hit a spike strip! SWAT units everywhere! *He steps out of the car and allows the police to arrest him.*
Illegal Racer 1: *Gives up and puts his car on park.* Awww; crud! The SWAT team is here! *He prepares himself to be arrested by the police.*
Wrangler Wolf: *He let's go of the car and pulls his lasso back.* Anyone else wanna run from the law?
Illegal Racer 4: Just please put my car down!
*David finally puts the car down, and Illegal Racer 4 is arrested.*
David: Whew! I didn't want to hold that up forever!
Cody: I'm still trying to wrap my head around it! I ride a super horse, but it don't go that fast! But that's why I ain't drivin' no car! Ever!
Bryce: Why does anybody bother to go that fast? They're going to have their licenses revoked; that's for certain. *to Wrangler Wolf* By the way, y'all went viral when you helped Gunslinger Wolf over in Arizona by lassoing that semi-truck. You might be stronger than Crush or even Danger Dawg. I don't know.
*The rest of the racers are arrested before their cars are impounded.*
Wrangler Wolf: I wouldn't know either, but I know some of Leo's parallels are much stronger than those two combined. On the bright side of things, nobody got hurt from this illegal racing nonsense. Law and order takes over the streets of Austin again!
*Everybody cheers wildly upon seeing that the illegal racers are arrested and their cars impounded.*
Civilian 1: I can finally walk my dogs again!
Civilian 2: Hopefully I won't have to wake up to racers again.
Civilian 3: The state capital of Austin has been saved again! We can be weird peacefully and safely again!
Civilian 4: Just don't get drunk.
Wrangler Wolf: It's rodeo time, y'all!
Cody: Yup!
Super C: (narrating) So that one's out of the way now, but it wasn't going to be the last time we'd have to deal with it. We would, however, enjoy the event (the Houston Rodeo) without any distractions, so we'll mention parts of that, too.
*Later, Wrangler Wolf and the Fab 5 assists the city of Houston in crowd control as everybody attends the Houston Rodeo, where America's largest national barbecue cookoff is held at.*
*Houston, TX, USA*
*Juno, Zax, and the others are dressed up as cowboys to blend in with the crowd.*
Zax: Wait a second; how come America's largest barbecue cookoff ended up here?
Jack: Houston and surrounding communities have more barbecue sauce factories than Dallas and their surrounding communities.
Zax: I see... But I always thought America's largest barbecue cookoff would be in Dallas.
Jack: Yes, but sometimes, you can't win it all when your rival city is Houston.
Wrangler Wolf: If only y'all know what's really here, you'd understand. But please enjoy y'all selves here.
Zax: Thanks. So crowded here!
Juno: There has to be people from outside Houston coming here, too!
Wrangler Wolf: There's one thing that sets Houston's rodeo apart from yours; tacos.
Juno: Now it makes sense!
Event Staff 1: Please form an orderly line at the entrance, please!
Civilian 1: Isn't that redundant?
Event Staff 2: Please enjoy yourself at the rodeo today and be safe!
Zax: Crowded, noisy, but lots of fun!
Juno: After this, we'll be in Japan for Hanami season!
Zax: And where will we be at first for that?
Juno: In a city called Fukuoka. But right now, it's rodeo time!
Marshall: Wow; there's way more people here than I ever expected!
Jack: You'd be surprised how many people visit Houston just for fun.
Marshall: I don't imagine Houston to be a top tourist city.
Jack: It doesn't mean anything, because most visitors have friends here, so they find a way to have fun here. Houston has a lot of hidden gems.
Marshall: No doubt is the food here excellent!
Bob: You kidding me? Food here is superior! Being from Michigan, let's just say real food is far and in between there.
Jack: Houston's food scenes is what attracts people these days. Also, have you seen the agricultural section here? It's enormous!
*Everybody makes way for several cowboy-themed marching bands.*
Zax: They even have cowboy-themed marching bands here, too!
Jack: With an event this big, of course you need to have marching bands here!
Zax: *To Leo* Welp, it seems that America's largest barbecue cookoff this year ended up here in Houston instead of Dallas.
Jack: As I said earlier, we got more barbecue sauce factories in southeast Texas.
Juno: So Leo, like what you see so far?
Event Staff 3: Wow; we got more people than before! Let there not be another crowd crush.
Event Staff 4: Nah; nobody ain't gonna be that stupid to cause a crowd crush during the rodeo.
Event Staff 5: We got cops up and down all over this place so nobody ain't gonna be actin' a fool here.
Leo: I do like what I see; it seems only appropriate that the biggest barbecue happens here.
*To go with the cowboy theme, one of the marching bands performing is the Texas Longhorn marching band.*
Leo: Hook 'em, horns! *chuckles*
Tom the Patriotic Tiger: Have to have them performing.
Leo: Indeed.
*The Fab 5 help the cops control everything so that there is no crowd crush.*
Police 1: We do appreciate the favor.
Cody: No problem; I love the rodeo!
Wrangler Wolf: Don't forget the marching bands from Texas A&M, University of Houston, Rice University, and Houston Christian University, here as well. Houston Christian University was Houston Baptist University originally, but they wanted to be more inclusive of Christians of other sects.
Zax: Houston is sure something.
*Some staff from the Guinness World Records are present.*
GWR Staff 1: Indeed it is.
Zax: What's Guinness World Records doing this time?
GWR Staff 2: We spoke with the event crew of the Houston Rodeo because they wanted to attempt to beat the record for the largest barbecue festival in the world. We counted their vendors and visitors here. Safest to say that they have indeed shattered the world record for holding the largest barbecue festival in the world here in Houston, which is also the largest city in Texas.
Zax: Houston is larger than Dallas?
Wrangler Wolf: Always been. We also have the most diverse barbecue scenes from around the world, too. Looking for Chinese pork barbecue? We got them here too! Kushiyaki? That too!
GWR Staff 3: He's right. I tried some Thai squid barbecue here, too, and it was delicious!
Zax: So all this time, this city is Earth's barbecue capital of the world?
Wrangler Wolf: Yup! Everything is bigger in Texas, especially here in Houston! Houston is full of big things hiding out in plain sight. We've always been the barbecue capital of the world; it's just that this year, Guinness World Records finally acknowledged that the world's largest barbecue festival is here in Houston, which is part of the rodeo. The new mayor who replaced Turner here would love that!
GWR Staff 3: Yes; we do have the world record plague right here and the mayor will get a copy. This one will be hung in the stadium.
GWR Staff 4: The Houston Rodeo is the largest rodeo in Texas, which is also the largest rodeo in the world.
Mechayote: I always thought Dallas or Austin would be home to the largest barbecue festival and rodeo in the world.
Wrangler Wolf: But Houston is full of big surprises right before your eyes.
Mechayote: So all this time, you've been living near the barbecue capital of this entire world?
Wrangler Wolf: Mmhmm! There's lots of reasons why many folks living in Houston and near it are proud to call this place home!
Marshall: So this is the largest rodeo in Texas. *To Leo.* I had no idea Houston is the rodeo and barbecue capital of the world and Guinness World Records is here to prove it. What do you think of that surprise?
Juno: So it's Houston that has the largest rodeo and barbecue festival in not just Texas, but the world too.
Wrangler Wolf: Harris County is its own world these days. This place is a very special part of Texas yet many outsiders overlook this city. It's one of America's best hidden gems these days.
Leo: My biggest congratulations to Houston for shattering that record, and it deserves it!
*The crowds overhearing Leo's comment break out into applause.*
Tom: Bravo!
Cody: I love seeing good things happen to this state, and this town.
Wrangler Wolf: And that's how we do it!
Zax: I guess Houston has everything in the universe to be proud of.
Juno: Let's take a look at the farm animals.
*We visit the farmers and their farm animals.*
Bob: Not your average state fair here!
Wrangler Wolf: We have everything that state fairs have. This is why it's called the rodeo.
Shadow Lord Roxbury: Not even the Minnesota State Fair stacks up to this.
Wrangler Wolf: It's world class here, y'all!
Shadow Lord Roxbury: Wait, did I just see a vendor make deep fried cookie ice cream sandwiches?
Wrangler Wolf: Yup! That's the Houston Rodeo for y'all! They be deep frying almost everything!
Shadow Lord Roxbury: I hope the people eating that kind of food start eating less the next day while hitting the gym.
Zax: Oooh; Japanese style fried chicken!
Civilian 1: Topped with spicy mayo and green onions! Good stuff!
Zax: *He buys some Japanese fried chicken to eat.* Oh, wow; that is good!
Shadow Lord Coy: Now I see why people move to Houston despite allergy season being among the worst here in the nation.
Civilian 2: But the risks are oh so worth it in the end.
Civilian 3: And what is it with the surge of these illegal racers taking over our streets and burning rubber? No wonder why tow truck drivers across Texas are working overtime.
Zax: Governor Abbott told me that he has e-mailed Grease about being part of the state's special task force against these racers for a month or two. The state had provided him a sweet compensation package where at the minimum, he gets to stay in a high-security hotel in Austin, and for every illegal racer he stops, he gets paid $1,000 each. That's a sweet gig right there!
Grease: (narrating) This is fact, folks. The governor of Texas contacted me and asked me to give him a hand, meaning I'd temporarily relocate away from Wildcat City. But even if he had offered me absolutely nothing, I still would have done this. It is my unselfish duty as a G-52 to protect and give our assistance to the civilians free of charge.
Civilian 3: Grease is a natural at stopping these racers. I want some sleep, and I want to be able to go outside without the risk of being hit by a car!
Civilian 4: And where are people getting these parts to illegally modify their sports cars like that?
Zax: Online, and they're pretty easy to get. In fact, much easier to get than trying to illegally buy drugs online.
Super C: (narrating) Carvana, anybody?
Civilian 4: Oh, great; we're going to have idiots burn rubber and tear up our streets with their sports cars.
Zax: And this is why the G-52s have Grease. *To Grease* I think you should accept our governor's offer in stopping these illegal racers in Texas. I didn't think it was possible for our state to experience a surge of illegal racing cases. Cody is getting rather annoyed by that and I don't want him to go gun-crazy over this. If he's going to shoot, let it be at the tires first instead.
Marshall: Sounds like someone is desperate to make Fast and Furious: Texas a reality because The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift wasn't good enough.
Bob: High-speed Wild West? No thanks!
Cody: Not me neither. I ain't in the mood right now to be shootin' at none of them tires.
Grease: It's not the first time I have had such an offer. I may be paid $1,000 per racer I apprehend, but I'm not doing this for the money. However, I do accept it; I would have done it for nothing. It's almost like those Need for Speed games, where you play as the police officers.
*He looks up the contact info so he can let the governor know that he accepts the offer.*
Super C: *to Zax* Oh, I see; it's Japanese fried chicken. Funny we mentioned Japan; after George won the Presidential Medal of Freedom, I inducted him as an ally to the G-52s, and he said he has two kids that are into Japanese anime, but also tokusatsu; I didn't even know what that was.
Cody: Still ain't got nothin' worth lookin' at, does it?
Super C: Well, not all Japanese media is bad.
Cody: Not sayin' it is. I just hear plenty of stories about it.
Super C: There's plenty of things about it that would possibly violate the Code of Conduct, but when I asked Ryo about it, he said he included it when he said his nation was the most unbiblical nation on Earth. It's not just the anime.
Cody: Right. So what was that word?
Super C: Tokusatsu. It just means it's a live-action show that heavily relies on special effects.
Leo: So what show do his kids like?
Super C: I think it's called "Kaiketsu Lion-Maru." It's humans in feudal Japan, and one specific human can switch back and forth between being a human, and when need be, transforming into a super-powered white lion. Basically he's a superhero long before there were even superheroes as people imagine it today.
Leo: Indeed.
Cody: Y'all do learn somethin' every day. Meanwhile, how y'all enjoyin' them farm animals?
Leo: Absolutely enjoying it. Farming is vital to meeting my plans of Manifest Destiny 2.0.
*Tom also buys and tries some Japanese fried chicken.*
Leo: Any good?
Tom: Delicious.
Juno: There's also a certain word I hear often as a veterinarian that could violate the G-52 Code of Conduct, too. But I explained to Super C how I use that word to explain to my cat-owning clients that the word in question is actually an incorrect term used to describe the primordial pouch, which is actually normal for cats. If their stomachs swing side-to-side when they walk, that's usually a typical feature for cats and how that anatomical feature provide housecats their physical flexibility. It's also an area that cats typically prefer people not to touch because the primordial pouch is there to protect their internal organs.
Zax: Moon Moon decided it would be funny to keep touching it, even though he was clearly warned to stop, but he didn't listen. So the cat decided to jump on his face and claw him there. Dogs don't mind belly rubs, but cats tend to do.
D.W.: *to herself* Gosh dang it, Moon Moon!
Mechayote: Juno, if you are using the term in question as part of your job, you won't get a demerit. This is also taught in veterinary school.
Juno: My office produce brochures about why cats have primordial pouches. It's a good thing with AI and technology, along with global customer service staff solutions with workers working from home, each of my clients who have questions about why their cats have those pouches are answered. If their cat was fat, their stomachs may not swing side-to-side much.
Zax: Or in Christian speak, God gave feline animals primordial pouches for their flexibility.
Wrangler Wolf: I was going to Japan for Hanami season, but I'm gonna stay here to deal with those street racers in Texas instead.
Super C: You did, and I thank you for clearing that up for me. It gets a demerit if it is used out of context and implies the profanity.
Leo: Why am I not surprised about Moon Moon doing that?
Cody: *to Juno* Cats or dogs? Which one do y'all deal with more often?
Grease: *to Wrangler Wolf* You've now got me to help you do that.
Juno: Dogs, due to the diversity of breeds and how some of them are more prone to certain health problems than others, especially pugs.
Wrangler Wolf: Together, we're keeping the roads safe for everybody.
Zax: Well, he's a Moon Moon, yet serves Luong very well for Vietnam. He may be a silly wolf, but at least he knows when to be serious.
Juno: Don't forget that cats, especially kittens, like to play with the tails of furries like us.
Jack: No wonder why there's a large diversity of cat toys. You also have laser pointers to guide your cats around too.
Zax: Laser pointers are fun but shouldn't be used as toys. In some countries, laser pointers require ID and are not sold to minors.
Jill: Now that you mentioned that, that sounds like something that states like California would enforce.
Marshall: Prohibiting the sale of laser pointers and devices to children? I think that sounds like a great idea.
Dawn: Sounds like a great idea, but this would require convincing evidence to back up support and reasoning of why laser pointers and other devices should not be sold to minors. Believe it or not, do you know who signed federal legislation in making the national smoking age from 18 to 21?
Marshall: Donald Trump.
Dawn: Exactly. So if we have such a law, that would mean in this country, you would have to be 21 years or older to purchase a laser pointer or other laser devices. Knowing Trump, he would've signed that law into legislation too.
Bob: That would actually make sense since lasers can cause blindness if misused. There's already scientific consensus confirming the dangers of lasers. So I'd say if Congress did present Leo a bill requiring laser devices to only be sold to anyone who is 21 years of age or older with a warning label of how they can cause blindness if misused, I think he'll sign it into law.
Dawn: Yes, but remember, nightclubs use lasers for special effects too so Congress and I will acknowledge that. But as far as we know per the scientific consensus, if you're not looking at the lasers directly and they are installed properly where nobody can look at them directly easily, you should be fine.
Bob: Common sense dictates that nightclubs use lasers and other lighting as special effects so people with epilepsy would already know to avoid them.
Marshall: Correct. Dawn, looks like you and Congress need to get working on that bill on regulating laser pointers and devices in a similar fashion how vaping devices and alcohol are regulated. *To Leo* So what do you think about the idea of having a federal law where laser pointers and laser devices require ID and cannot be sold to anyone under 21 years of age?
Cody: That's true; I think my neighbor had a pug. Not the one y'all apprehended (Terry Leatherfeather), but a different one.
Leo: That is something I would sign. It's partially because I used to think (though I don't do so now) that 21 should have been the minimum for everything. You have to be 21 to drink. But you can smoke, vote, and gamble, among other things, when you're 18. However, we can't have people using lasers for the wrong reasons. Somebody might get hurt, or worse, go blind. All of us would rather not see that happen.
Tom: I agree.
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) For the record, I also helped with the apprehensions, but I did it on the sidelines.
Grease: (narrating)
*Later, while many of Leo and his administration return to DC, Juno and Zax continues to remain in Houston for the rodeo as well as to assist Grease, Wrangler Wolf, and the others in arresting illegal racers.*
*Washington D.C.*
Dawn: *She presents a bill to Leo in the White House.* Here is the bill, popularly known as the Laser Law. This bill will restrict laser pointers and laser devices to those who are at least 21 years of age, meaning ID will be required in stores and for online, ID must be verified before purchase.
Marshall: All right, Leo! You know what to do.
*Houston, TX, USA*
*Six illegal racers have been arrested with the help of Wrangler Wolf and Grease as the rodeo continues.*
Wrangler Wolf: Y'all could've killed someone or yourselves, you know!
Zax: We have this place called Circuit of The Americas.
Illegal Racer 1: Their event prices are expensive! We ain't paying money for that!
Zax: Too bad your cars are being impounded and recycled.
Juno: Crushed then recycled, you know? That's way more expensive than buying your spots in the Circuit of The Americas.
Illegal Racer 2: Then we'd have to charge our audience expensive tickets and that's not fair!
Police 1: Not fair? You mean to those around you that you almost killed? A lot of those people have children with them!
Police 2: And during night, people are trying to sleep!
Illegal Racer 3: You guys suck!
Illegal Racer 4: We race during the night, and this is why my rotors are slotted so I can brake more easily and quickly!
Illegal Racer 5: *To Grease* You almost had me in a wreck when you greased my car!
Police 3: He warned you to stop, but you didn't listen!
Illegal Racer 6: You ain't gonna see the last of us, ever!
*Washington, D.C., USA*
Leo: Yes; thank you. *His communicator beeps.* Oh, okay. As we speak, Grease is helping apprehend the illegal race car drivers who are still at it. Maybe Texas will breathe again afterwards.
*He signs the bill.*
*Houston, TX, USA*
Grease: What made you punks think you could get away with it? Play stupid games, and you win stupid prizes!
Police 4: Expect to be walking the rest of your life if you're lucky; you're losing your licenses! All of you!
*The racers are arrested. Anybody else involved in the race, such as the man who started it with hand signals, is also arrested.*
*Washington D.C., USA*
*Everybody applauses after Leo signs the the Laser Law bill into legislation.*
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) And now we come to the unwanted Round 3 of the illegal street racing challenge: what ended up being the world's biggest one ever.
*Later, it is the wee hours of night in Austin. Cyclone, a South African supervillain hyena from the F5 Terror Force, decides to host the world's largest illegal race and is hiding out on a rooftop in a tent with some electronics as he secretly livestream the illegal event.*
*Austin, TX, USA*
Cyclone: *Speaks to his camera on livestream to his audience.* So you want to see the world's largest racing show? You got it right here live in Austin. It's past midnight and we got racers ready to put their parts to the ultimate test. I want you wide awake and excited for this event because NASCAR is just going to be boring after this. You ready to rock? I can't hear you! All right! Because Governor Abbott thinks Texas is well prepared to stop this. Well, guess what? We're going to see about that because he will never see any of this coming. So, on the count of three, the ultimate racing event will begin, and nothing will stack up anywhere close to it. One, two, THREE!
*Suddenly, several sports cars are seen zipping through Austin's highways from all directions.*
Illegal Racer 1: Hahaha; your security system and cops are too slow to stop us!
Illegal Racer 2: Texas state troopers ain't got nothing on us!
Illegal Racer 3: Let's smoke it!
Civilian 1: *Wakes up from his sleep and looks outside his windows.* What the...?! How many of these illegal racers are out there? Where are they from?!
Civilian 2: *Wakes up irritated and opens his window.* HEY SHUT THE {BLEEP} UP! *Throws a beer bottle at the sports cars before closing his windows and curtains.*
Civilian 3: Excuse me! Language!
Wrangler Wolf: *Wakes up and looks through his hotel window.* The city of Austin looks like a pinball machine on steroids! *Quickly gears up in his superhero/cowboy outfit before grabbing his lasso.* This is gonna be a very long day!
*The police gets into their cars to turn on the sirens before going after the racers.*
Police 1: HQ; we're on hot pursuit of several racers! Get the snipers ready to take out their wheels!
Police 2: This is the kind of stuff I'd expect in Los Angeles not Austin! Time to shut down this race!
Police 3: Dispatch, this is 577. We're in pursuit of a white Porsche 928 clocking in at 110 MPH!
Cyclone: Hahaha! Time to have some fun! *He gets on his motorcycle before joining the race.* All right, Grease! Lets see if you and your team can stop this! *He catches up to one of the police cars and holds up what appears to be a donut covered in pink icing.*
Police 3: Oh, very funny! Pull over!
Cyclone: Hah! *Throws the donut onto the police car's windshield, which sticks to it.* Enjoy your donut! *He speeds off as the donut explodes with pink powder everywhere and covers the police car's windshield in a pink gum-like substance forcing the policeman to stop his car.*
Police 3: *He stops his car and goes out to inspect his car.* What the devil is this?! *He speaks on his communicator.* We got a supervillain on the loose! I repeat! We got a supervillain on the loose! He stuck a gummy bomb on my windshield, and it blew up, covering it in what looks like chewing gum!
Civilian 4: Oh, heck no! *Uses the G-52 app on his phone to contact Grease.* There's a supervillain out there among the illegal racers and he just stuck a gummy bomb on a cop car!
*Soon, illegal racers on motorcycles join in with the sports cars adding more noise to the city.*
Turbo Tiger: (narranting) We now have motorcycles joining the act, and so it felt like the game Road Rash after all, except we were the officers the people were trying to get away from in the end.
Civilian 5: *Opens the window to shout at the racers.* Why don't you losers shut up already?! Stop making those awful noises!
Illegal Racer 4: You look like a lonely cat lady who sucks down two bottles of red wine every day!
Illegal Racer 5: Make me! My motorbike's got some neon on the bottom to light up the streets of Austin!
Illegal Racer 6: Whatcha gonna do? Chase us? Let's tear it up boys!
Civilian 6: Oh my goodness! Where's all these racing weirdos coming from?!
Cyclone: Hahahaha. *Throws a red gummy donut bomb on Civilian 6's window before it explodes with red powder everywhere as it covers the window in a red gummy substance.* Enjoy your cherry-flavored donut!
Civilian 6: I can't see anything outside! How am I going to get this stuff off my home?!
Cyclone: *He pulls out a Bavarian cream-filled donut bomb with his right hand and tosses it up and down as he controls his motorcycle with his left hand.* I got a Bavarian cream for those who want some!
Grease's voice: I'm on it; Gov. Abbot hired me to do this.
*He meets up with Wrangler Wolf, and the two get started taking on the illegal racers. Grease, true to his name, spews oil all over the place, making it difficult for the racers. Meanwhile, because he got word of it himself, Super C dispatches himself and a select other number of the G-52s to deal with Cyclone.*
Grease: Watch out; he's got a gummy bomb!
D.W.: Gummy bomb? *She sees another police car suffer from the explosion.* I had to ask! *She then uses her super strength (because she has it) to apprehend another racer.* Don't you dorks ever get tired of losing?
Crush: You lose! *He ransacks another car after bringing it to a stop, although he lets the racer live.*
Illegal Racer 3: I just paid that off!
Crush: Too bad; now you're losing your license forever.
*Hyper Hare fights his first battle as a G-52 as a result of this, and he and the other super speedsters chase after Cyclone.*
Cripto: Watch out for the gum!
Hyper Hare: We know.
Flaming Cheetah: After this, I am never chewing gum again!
Crimson Caracal: I haven't chewed any gum since I was 8 years old. Now I won't want to!
Hyper Husky: Doublemint is going to be so unhappy with this!
Crush: Didn't Mighty Mouse once have to deal with something like this?
Cripto: If he did, the mice were all driving hot rods. No motorcycle drivers in that case.
*The Fab 5 show up.*
Cody: What in tarnation? No wonders I can't go no sleep!
Bryce: Nobody can!
Cyclone: Ah the party has showed up! Have a nice trip! See you next fall! *He tosses the Bavarian cream donut gummy bomb in hopes of stopping the G-52 super speedsters.* I'm not falling for that one, Grease! *His motorcycle leaps over the oil puddles to avoid them before speaking to Grease.* No doubt are you fast, but can your bike fly?
Wrangler Wolf: *He uses his super strength to pull himself up to a sports car before getting on top of it to keep an eye out for Cyclone.* Now where's that supervillain?
Illegal Racer 4: Excuse me! Can you please get off my car?!
Wrangler Wolf: Excuse me! Can you please not break the law?!
Illegal Racer 4: You are really starting to get on my nerves!
Wrangler Wolf: We can say the same thing about y'all burning rubber on our streets like this!
Illegal Racer 5: Hey wolfie! Get off his car, please!
*The bomb does not stop the G-52 super speedsters.*
D.W.: *to Racer 5* Why don't you make him?
Grease: I don't need a flying bike to beat the likes of you!
*His electromagnetic palms charge up; he then uses them to make life difficult for Cyclone.*
Crush: Get him!
D.W.: After him!
Super C: Somebody create a diversion if you can!
Cripto: Okay; I'm trying! Almost...got it!
Cyclone: Oh no. What are you doing? *He tries to avoid Grease on his motorbike.*
Wrangler Wolf: This should be good. *He throws his lariat at Cyclone to trap him in a lasso.* Gotcha!
Cyclone: NO!
Illegal Racer 4: No way you're going to stop every single one of us!
Wrangler Wolf: Wanna bet?
Super C: This better not result in a hero strike!
Cripto: No; I don't see that as a reason to do one. Besides, I'd pass out!
*Grease tries again, and Cyclone is not able to avoid him. Although Cody draws his guns and starts to shoot, what's he actually shooting at are the tires of some of the cars, so that they'll go flat. When they do go flat, it forces the drivers to surrender.*
Police 1: You're all losers! Nobody wins the grand prize! Uh, was there even a grand prize if there were to be a winner for this race?
Police 2: If not, it was some nerve of the supervillain promising what he didn't have!
Police 3: We've been had!
*Every illegal racer is arrested, including Cyclone himself.*
Cyclone: Was it always about the grand prize, or was it something bigger, like bragging rights of moments?
Wrangler Wolf: It ain't gonna matter one bit, because y'all under arrest for illegal racing!
Cyclone: But it won't be the last and I will always be back. And besides, you G-52s should look beyond money. After all, your governor claimed that he can put every illegal racer in jail, so we decided to put his promises to the test here.
Wrangler Wolf: In Texas, we don't make promises that we can't keep. When we say we will do something, we do it!
Cyclone: You may have all the technology and the G-52s, but there will always be loopholes. Your governor has some big powerful words, but at least he doesn't break them much to my surprise. The police here in this city claimed to be well-armed, so we decided to put them to the test as well.
Wrangler Wolf: As they say, don't mess with Texas! You wanted to try it, now you found out!
Cyclone: I wonder what the others have to say to me before I go to jail and plan my next moves.
Super C: We do look beyond money; we were just asking a question.
Cody: Then he didn't have no grand prize but the rights to brag 'bout it.
Grease: Knowing you, you will be back.
Crush: I don't why you even bother; you know you will lose in the end, one way or another.
Leo: (narrating) I think you can guess how the story ends from there. While CNG itself is dead, the C.I.D.F had a sad report going that the aftermath of its effects may take as many as 1,000 years to wear off, showing just how powerful it really was. Why? The moment the racers were all arrested, their significant others filed for divorce (if they were married), dumped them (if they were just dating), and publicly rejected them and disowned them forever (if they were their parents). They also figured out how to write them out of the wills and give what they would have gotten to their kids, or to other relatives. Otherwise, they let the city or their churches have the property and/or items.
Turbo Tiger: (narrating) In the end, though, we got every last one of them. This concludes this journal entry; stay safe, take care of yourselves now, don't speed, and don't go running any red lights.
Good night.
THE END
The Case of the Illegal Street Racers
The city of Austin, Texas gets flooded with criminal drivers trying to make The Fast and the Furious a reality. As a result, the governor hires Grease (alongside any G-52s who voluntarily help) to put a stop to it.
Leo himself, G-52s, etc. © me and me alone; all parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong, as are a select number of individual G-52s (i.e. Wrangler Wolf)
UN1024s, etc. © Chuong alone
Lion-Maru franchise © P Productions and everybody else who owns the rights
Mighty Mouse © CBS, Viacom, Terrytoons, and everybody else who owns the rights
Fast & Furious © Universal Pictures and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Gary Scott Thompson.
All other media referenced belongs to everybody who owns the rights; I own nothing of that sort.
Lion-Maru: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEP2OF56RnQ (theme song)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ufOG0aLwnI (full first episode; note there are English subtitles, as this is in its original Japanese)
Hot Rods (Mighty Mouse): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z_859xlOag
Road Rash: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdhrDE5L7ds (SEGA Genesis/Mega Drive)
The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubMXBEj6d7w (clip: DK vs. Sean)
Leo himself, G-52s, etc. © me and me alone; all parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong, as are a select number of individual G-52s (i.e. Wrangler Wolf)
UN1024s, etc. © Chuong alone
Lion-Maru franchise © P Productions and everybody else who owns the rights
Mighty Mouse © CBS, Viacom, Terrytoons, and everybody else who owns the rights
Fast & Furious © Universal Pictures and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Gary Scott Thompson.
All other media referenced belongs to everybody who owns the rights; I own nothing of that sort.
Lion-Maru: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEP2OF56RnQ (theme song)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ufOG0aLwnI (full first episode; note there are English subtitles, as this is in its original Japanese)
Hot Rods (Mighty Mouse): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z_859xlOag
Road Rash: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdhrDE5L7ds (SEGA Genesis/Mega Drive)
The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubMXBEj6d7w (clip: DK vs. Sean)
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Chuong: I thought the bollards and spike strips at the city's entrances would prevent stuff like this.
Mechayote: Not when you got a supervillain like Cyclone involved. Remember, as technology advances, so do the supervillains.
Icebreaker: Supervillains adapt to the changing environment all the time. They're keen in waiting for the right moment for people to drop their guards with false senses of security.
Future Fox: Hanami season is noisy with the young crowds? You want noisy and crowded? Come to Israel during Purim! Jews of all ages dance together as they play loud music together! Our Jewish rave scenes during Purim is epic!
Chuong: I didn't know Wrangler Wolf was the third most popular G-52. I was thinking Mechayote to be that instead.
Wrangler Wolf: The biggest stars comes from Texas and among them are American anime voice actors in Dallas. *To Future Fox.* So I heard you dealt with a whiny person who complained about your Purim celebrations. My case with such a person was my Day of The Dead makeup.
Future Fox: Lior and I rather not be reminded of that. We just want to party it up in Purim like we do every year.
Mechayote: Not when you got a supervillain like Cyclone involved. Remember, as technology advances, so do the supervillains.
Icebreaker: Supervillains adapt to the changing environment all the time. They're keen in waiting for the right moment for people to drop their guards with false senses of security.
Future Fox: Hanami season is noisy with the young crowds? You want noisy and crowded? Come to Israel during Purim! Jews of all ages dance together as they play loud music together! Our Jewish rave scenes during Purim is epic!
Chuong: I didn't know Wrangler Wolf was the third most popular G-52. I was thinking Mechayote to be that instead.
Wrangler Wolf: The biggest stars comes from Texas and among them are American anime voice actors in Dallas. *To Future Fox.* So I heard you dealt with a whiny person who complained about your Purim celebrations. My case with such a person was my Day of The Dead makeup.
Future Fox: Lior and I rather not be reminded of that. We just want to party it up in Purim like we do every year.
Leo: Exactly what Lior told me. Also, spoiler alert; she's dead.
Tom: They say she might have died regardless because there were other health issues.
Tom: They say she might have died regardless because there were other health issues.
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