Cars Toons: Mater Tall Tales Novels & Stories

The way that Miranda was rubbing herself against Tad meant the Make-Out Field was a distinct possibility, and Lauren planned on escaping before anyone expected her to kiss Billy. “They’re long gone, man,” Billy said. “We’ll never catch them.” “The Camaro could,” Tad said belligerently, as if Billy had somehow questioned the masculinity of his car. “Sure,” Billy said. “But if you chase the cops at that speed you’ll end up getting a ticket.” Tad’s shoulders relaxed. “Yeah. And if I get another ticket the Mother Monster said she’s going to take away my car keys.” Miranda trilled a long laugh at this. “Mother Monster. That’s a good one.”

“Looks like I’m no longer a mate, Director Wyatt. I’m just the poor bastard with the hard-on.” With that, he moved from the table, stalking past the table Anya sat at, his imposing features savage, tight with anger, as he stalked to the wide double doors, lifted his hands and slammed through them. The crash of metal against metal as the doors bounced into the walls had her flinching violently as she stared at his back. “He’s crazy,” she whispered. Cassandra snorted. “Yeah. That’s a Coyote for you. We’ve never accused them of being sane.”

“At least I have a doll friend. You just have a toy car that you talk to like crazy!” “That's not talking!” Matteo argued. “I was making sound effects. You don't know anything about racing cars, Tilly!” Matilda shrugged her shoulders. “I know they're smarter than you.” Matteo was silent momentarily, frowning as if thinking of the perfect reply. Finally, he hissed softly. “If you were smarter, why did you forget to bring your doll? Now she's alone in the room, Tilly. Don't you feel sorry for her?”

/fanner emitted a stream of giggles as he sat in the infant seat of the grocery basket his Uncle Matt was whisking across the supermarket parking lot. ‘Giddy-up, horsey,’ Tanner commanded as Matt trotted behind the basket. ‘Matt, stop!’ Leeann implored, coming along behind with Sally at her side. Her face was knitted tightly into a stern expression, and she was struggling hard not to laugh. Her older brother was a sight, prancing along like a wild stallion. ‘You’ll both be hit by a car!’ Matt glanced from side to side. ‘Nothing’s coming!’ he called back.

— Of course, I brought Sally to you, because she's the prettiest of all – I smile taking the light blue cart that is extended towards me and imitate the roar of a powerful engine encouraging you to do the same. "It's all very nice and nice, but where's mine?" – Deniel approaches, extending his hand and looking provocatively at the chopstick, who chuckles before taking the other one that was being hidden by Kath and putting it in his hand. My eyes widened, holding back a laugh when I realized that the cart was the Mater. I watch as all of Deniel's provocative pose melts away, looking indignantly at the chopstick. —Why do you guys get a nice car and I get this old wagon? – I can't contain the

His mate had pretty expensive taste, he couldn’t believe she would chose to drive such a beaten down car. There were a few dents in the rear, it was an old car, 1990s maybe? Paint was peeling off from a few scratches at the sides and one windshield wiper was missing. When Mattel tried to start the car, it sounded like an old man wheezing as his lungs were stimulated by a ventilator. Yet, just sitting in the car, Mattel could smell the unmistakable scent of Regina. Regina smelled like instant coffee, frayed electric chords, and burnt blood, Mattel thought.

“Here you go.” Yuki handed a note of currency to the driver that lent them a ride. “Thank you.” The middle aged man replied. “Safe travels.” Yuki said lastly before the man sped away with his carriage pulled by a dinosaur looking creature. “Even the carriages are pulled by raptors…” Matthew muttered by himself. “Matt, are you really sure about this?” Rose asked him in a whisper. “Yes, don’t you understand how cool it would be to throw fire or water out of your hand?” Matthew said.

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

I swallow hard. “Fine.” He gives a theatrical bow. “Your acceptance humbles me.” *** My car sits exactly where I left it, looking pathetic and vaguely ashamed of itself. Matteo pops the hood with ease. Emma bounces beside him. Her staying inside to color lasted approximately one second. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT’S THAT? IS IT GONNA EXPLODE?” “Probably not,” Matteo says casually. “MATTEO,” I hiss. He laughs. “Relax. I know how to jump a car.”

"Maia, let's find a motel tonight. You look exhausted after these past few days," Raul said. My face flushed. He wasn't tired, but I was. He was incredibly considerate. Since I really was feeling under the weather, I agreed. Raul knew the area well. After weaving through several backroads, he pulled up to a small, two-story motel. It sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but barren land. It was the kind of place only long-haul truckers frequent.