Welcome to the Midway... Minions.

There was silence. Only a crow pecking at a beetle. Than, in an instant, the silence was shattered by the roar of a Mustang and it's driver, making a break for freedom. The driver's senses were sharpened, his Z-Belt discarded and destroyed, and his last hope of getting away form the tyrant zombies and his family's pride: The Cali-Chrome was finally ready. With Z-Jeeps following behind, Cali-Chrome made twists and turns, hoping to shake them. Like ravenous dogs, The Z-Jeeps kept on him. The driver had to defend himself somehow, but luckily, he was prepared. From his window, he poured out tacks, that flattened out the tires of two Jeeps, and flipped them over as a result. The Cali-Chrome Rammed into another, and broke for the exit. The city limit!
    Just as freedom was in his grasp, a shadow of evil cascaded upon him as Zomboss and his giant machine of Mayhem, the Gigarod 2 blocked away the chance for freedom. The Driver idled in the car, watching the Emperor lean in for a closer look at his face. "I have to admit, son, Your driving skills are undeniable, and your car is very impressive" Zomboss said. "But you are no match for the real ruler of the road! It's funny because you didn't see me coming form a few meters away, yet you did away with my patrols. Better still, you were *this* close to escaping! Why this reminds me of the time when-" SCREE! The Cali Chrome had enough. He made a break for his hideout while Zomboss dragged on. "HEY!" Zomboss said angrily. "I was in the middle of monologueing! GET HIM!"
    More Zs came to the chase by the order of Zomboss, but the quick Black-on-Chrome stayed just out of their reach. After a few miles, and resistance, The Cali-Chrome hid behind a small building while Z-Tech vehicles and the Gigarod 2 zoomed by. When the coast seemed clear, The driver made his way back to Z-Topia. As he contemplated his family's history, and his father's wishes to guard the car, he heard trampling coming head on. It was Zog! The Driver honked profoundly, but it was too late, in an instant, the Cali-Chrome flew in the air, spinning multiple times.
    It seemed so slow... being flung from your rightful place, discarded like trash in a pile of trash and pylons. The Driver, paralyzed, could only watch in blackening pulses in his vision as Z-Tech forces gathered to the car, Hooked it up to the back of the Gigarod 2, and gave up trying to find him. "Forget him, my minions." Zomboss said "We may not have this master mechanic of cars, but we have the next best thing; the chariot that carried him! MUAHAHAHA!" The Gigarod 2 and an escort drove to the heart of the Midway where Zomboss's elite motor building lied. The driver fought through the pain to get up, then ran to the edge of a tree where he saw his family's work towed away in heart wrenching seconds. Enraged, he picked up a crowbar, and beat up a tree. Each smack grew weaker than the last, and eventually, it ended in a well of tears. Get up, he thought. My old friend of a commanding force will be here soon, and I'll need to be ready for him... He then started his walk to his business; "Richmond Racing Co." located in Z-Topia, three miles away.