Post by Fillmore on Nov 4, 2006 14:34:34 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don not own Cars, unfortunately. I own only the plot.
So this is a series of oneshots about Sarge and Fllmore, my favorites! This is not slash, thier just friends in all of these oneshots. So please read and tell me if you like it. Or tell me if you don't like it! I'm open to anything. My idea for this first one was totally random, and I'm not all that pleased with it, but I hope you like it anyway, haha!
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It was 6:27 a.m. in the little town of Radiator Springs. The sun was whining bright over the desert, and not a cloud was in the sky. This implied that it would be a long, hot, lonely day. Lonely to the citizens of the town meant no business, which they were quite used to thee days. But despite the situation, they always made the best of it.
In an extravagantly decorated dome, a very interesting 1960 Volkswagen bus by the name of Fillmore was sleeping peacefully from having a very late night the day before. But as unfair as life is, sooner or later, everyone has to wake up. This coming to mind, Fillmore groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed in his room was that his scented candles had burned a very large black mark onto the floor. This happened pretty much all the time, so it didn't come as a surprise.He just rolled over to the spot and scooted a few record cases over it to hide the burnt spot. In moving the record cases, he uncovered several other burned spots. Fillmore decided to ignore it.
Still feeling unbearably sleepy, he took a deep breath in-- taking in a pile of incense ash. Fillmore began hacking and coughing; feeling it was out of his lungs, he smacked his mouth a few times and simply muttered, "Ew" to himself. He then began thinking about why he woke up so early, but his thoughts were interrupted by an increasingly annoying military wake-up call coming from his not-so-friendly nieghbor, Sarge. Fillmore remembered what he was supposed to do next.
He casually strolled out of his dome towards his speakers with a content smirk on his face. He kicked the speakers with his tire, and one of his very favorite songs began to lay/. Usually it would have been "The Star-Spangled Banner" by Jimi Hendrix, but today he changed the song to "White Rabbit" by the Jefferson Airplane. Before he turned on the music, Sarge had been heading towards his own home. But once he heard the kick on Fillmore's stereo, he quickly turned around and shouted:
"Will you turn that blasphemous junk off?"
"It isn't junk!" Fillmore yelled back with a look of disbelief on his face that only he could pull off.
"It's terrible!" the veteran loudly replied.
"So what if there's drug reference in it? It's the freakin' Jefferson Airplane, man!" Fillmore said as he made a stomping gesture with his right tire.
"Well I wasn't talking about drug references, but now that you mention it, that is yet another thing about what you call 'music.'" Sarge shot back, putting an extra tone of disgust when he said "music." "Now let me tell you--"
Before Sarge could finish his last thought, Fillmore began repeating "Lalalalalalala!" while doing a form of what one might call "donuts" in the dirt.
"Now that is just immature," Sarge said, watching Fillmore. Soon the hippie grew tired of his current activity and began singing along with the song instead. "Boy, your lifestyle is just beyond me," Sarge said with a laugh. Fillmore wasn't paying any particular attention to Sarge though-- he was too into the music.
"Ah...Isn't Grace Slick's voice just beautiful?" Fillmore said as he rolled over to Sarge.
"Isn't Grace Slip that gal you made that shrine for?" Sarge asked.
"First of all, it's Grace Slick. Second of all, it isn't a shrine, just a few photos..."Fillmore said as he backed up a bit to admire the newly painted sign on his lawn.
"A couple photos that you keep under your pillow, that is," Sarge replied. "You know hippy that's kind of an unhealthy obsession."
"Hey man..." Fillmore said slowly as he turned towards his friend," They aren't under my pillow anymore. I moved them to the wall, okay?"
"Well I still say that--"
Before Sarge could finish his thought, Luigi, the unbearably adorable yellow Fiat, came rolling by. "What is the matter?" he asked, seeing that Fillmore and Sarge had been arguing.
"Nothing, actually," Fillmore said quite casually. He rolled next to Sarge, who tried to scoot away.
"Oh good. Then in that case, have either of you seen-a Guido?" Luigi asked with a smile on his face. Ever since Sally taught them how to play hide-and-seek a week ago, that's all they did. "You see, we are playing hide-and-seek! It really is fun."
"Well Luigi, I haven't seen him," Sarge said.
"Neither have I man, but why don't you try inside the Cozy Cones?" Fillmore failed to mention the fact that Guido nearly always hid there.
"Ah, yes! Thank you!" Luigi said as his face lit up. He sped away to the cones. Fillmore looked back at Sarge again.
"Need I mention the dozens of Audrey Hepburn movies you have stashed in your room?" Fillmore asked, looking smug as they returned to the subject of celebrity obsessions.
"Alright, now we can both admit that Audrey Hepburn is a very acceptable subject of affection! I mean look at her! Come on," Sarge said. Fillmore was a little surprised that Sarge would openly show any emotion other than anger, but what he was saying was a good thing.
"I don't know, man..." Fillmore said, shaking his head and tapping a tire. "You and you Audrey Hepburn obsession...you're a little screwed up in the head from it," Fillmore said, teasingly. Sarge rolled his eyes.
"Well boy, what about Twiggy?" Sarge replied. He was now heading over to his garage, and Fillmore followed.
"Twiggy? Hell no, man. I'm sorry, but that girl was way too skinny. I don't like that. I mean seriously, Sarge. Ew," Fillmore said, getting a sudden shiver through out his body, Don't get me wrong man-- I love all kinds of girls, but this one is just...Gah! Gross, man. Seriously."
Sarge pushed the button to lift his garage door open. "Alright, hippy, it's not that big of a deal." For a few moments the two were silent as Fillmore watched Sarge pace around the garage. It took all that time for Sarge to realize something he had missed in their conversation.
"Alright now, what were you even doing in my room in the first place!?!" Sarge asked, full of anger. He had now reverted back to the comment about the Audrey Hepburn films. Sarge said this so suddenly, that Fillmore jumped back and knocked over a few random pieces of wood leaning against the wall.
"Woah, man. Breathe! I was seeing if I could borrow something," Fillmore said, taken aback.
"Borrow what, exactly?" Sarge said, anger in his eyes.
"C'mon man, it was just yesterday, and I only wanted to borrow batteries!" Fillmore said, backing out of the garage. "You weren't there, so I--"
Took a batteries from my house?" Sarge finished for Fillmore. "That's why I haven't been able to use my night vision goggles?!" Sarge asked as he followed Fillmore out.
"Well yes, but I'll give them back, I swear!" Fillmore said, slightly intimidated. Sarge glared at Fillmore, but after realizing that he was getting hysterical over batteries, he backed down a bit. And as surprising as it is, he started laughing. Fillmore gave him a weird look, but realizing the odd situation they were in, he started laughing as well.
"Man, you're crazy." Fillmore said as they exited the garage.
"Boy, you do not even know," Sarge said, shaking his head. "Well I should be getting back to work. Now go on, hippy, and make some of that...freak juice of yours."
"Will do, man," Fillmore said as he rolled to his house next door.
Back in Fillmore's house, he decided to finish the newly painted sign in his front yard. He lit another stick of insence for no apparent reason, rolled into his front yard, and picked back up on his painting again. If I'm going to try and pass the time, I'd better do it with style, Fillmore thought as he turned on some Beatles records.
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So? How was it? Like I said, really random. And I was listening to Jefferson Airplane when I wote this, so that would be why it was the wake-up call this time. So I guess 'll sht up now and let you review!
PS-- Fillmore is the greatest. Peace, Love, and eat more chocolate. Cars comes out on DVD in three days!
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I also put this on fanfiction.net, so I'm excpecting reviews! I love you all, by the way.
So this is a series of oneshots about Sarge and Fllmore, my favorites! This is not slash, thier just friends in all of these oneshots. So please read and tell me if you like it. Or tell me if you don't like it! I'm open to anything. My idea for this first one was totally random, and I'm not all that pleased with it, but I hope you like it anyway, haha!
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
It was 6:27 a.m. in the little town of Radiator Springs. The sun was whining bright over the desert, and not a cloud was in the sky. This implied that it would be a long, hot, lonely day. Lonely to the citizens of the town meant no business, which they were quite used to thee days. But despite the situation, they always made the best of it.
In an extravagantly decorated dome, a very interesting 1960 Volkswagen bus by the name of Fillmore was sleeping peacefully from having a very late night the day before. But as unfair as life is, sooner or later, everyone has to wake up. This coming to mind, Fillmore groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed in his room was that his scented candles had burned a very large black mark onto the floor. This happened pretty much all the time, so it didn't come as a surprise.He just rolled over to the spot and scooted a few record cases over it to hide the burnt spot. In moving the record cases, he uncovered several other burned spots. Fillmore decided to ignore it.
Still feeling unbearably sleepy, he took a deep breath in-- taking in a pile of incense ash. Fillmore began hacking and coughing; feeling it was out of his lungs, he smacked his mouth a few times and simply muttered, "Ew" to himself. He then began thinking about why he woke up so early, but his thoughts were interrupted by an increasingly annoying military wake-up call coming from his not-so-friendly nieghbor, Sarge. Fillmore remembered what he was supposed to do next.
He casually strolled out of his dome towards his speakers with a content smirk on his face. He kicked the speakers with his tire, and one of his very favorite songs began to lay/. Usually it would have been "The Star-Spangled Banner" by Jimi Hendrix, but today he changed the song to "White Rabbit" by the Jefferson Airplane. Before he turned on the music, Sarge had been heading towards his own home. But once he heard the kick on Fillmore's stereo, he quickly turned around and shouted:
"Will you turn that blasphemous junk off?"
"It isn't junk!" Fillmore yelled back with a look of disbelief on his face that only he could pull off.
"It's terrible!" the veteran loudly replied.
"So what if there's drug reference in it? It's the freakin' Jefferson Airplane, man!" Fillmore said as he made a stomping gesture with his right tire.
"Well I wasn't talking about drug references, but now that you mention it, that is yet another thing about what you call 'music.'" Sarge shot back, putting an extra tone of disgust when he said "music." "Now let me tell you--"
Before Sarge could finish his last thought, Fillmore began repeating "Lalalalalalala!" while doing a form of what one might call "donuts" in the dirt.
"Now that is just immature," Sarge said, watching Fillmore. Soon the hippie grew tired of his current activity and began singing along with the song instead. "Boy, your lifestyle is just beyond me," Sarge said with a laugh. Fillmore wasn't paying any particular attention to Sarge though-- he was too into the music.
"Ah...Isn't Grace Slick's voice just beautiful?" Fillmore said as he rolled over to Sarge.
"Isn't Grace Slip that gal you made that shrine for?" Sarge asked.
"First of all, it's Grace Slick. Second of all, it isn't a shrine, just a few photos..."Fillmore said as he backed up a bit to admire the newly painted sign on his lawn.
"A couple photos that you keep under your pillow, that is," Sarge replied. "You know hippy that's kind of an unhealthy obsession."
"Hey man..." Fillmore said slowly as he turned towards his friend," They aren't under my pillow anymore. I moved them to the wall, okay?"
"Well I still say that--"
Before Sarge could finish his thought, Luigi, the unbearably adorable yellow Fiat, came rolling by. "What is the matter?" he asked, seeing that Fillmore and Sarge had been arguing.
"Nothing, actually," Fillmore said quite casually. He rolled next to Sarge, who tried to scoot away.
"Oh good. Then in that case, have either of you seen-a Guido?" Luigi asked with a smile on his face. Ever since Sally taught them how to play hide-and-seek a week ago, that's all they did. "You see, we are playing hide-and-seek! It really is fun."
"Well Luigi, I haven't seen him," Sarge said.
"Neither have I man, but why don't you try inside the Cozy Cones?" Fillmore failed to mention the fact that Guido nearly always hid there.
"Ah, yes! Thank you!" Luigi said as his face lit up. He sped away to the cones. Fillmore looked back at Sarge again.
"Need I mention the dozens of Audrey Hepburn movies you have stashed in your room?" Fillmore asked, looking smug as they returned to the subject of celebrity obsessions.
"Alright, now we can both admit that Audrey Hepburn is a very acceptable subject of affection! I mean look at her! Come on," Sarge said. Fillmore was a little surprised that Sarge would openly show any emotion other than anger, but what he was saying was a good thing.
"I don't know, man..." Fillmore said, shaking his head and tapping a tire. "You and you Audrey Hepburn obsession...you're a little screwed up in the head from it," Fillmore said, teasingly. Sarge rolled his eyes.
"Well boy, what about Twiggy?" Sarge replied. He was now heading over to his garage, and Fillmore followed.
"Twiggy? Hell no, man. I'm sorry, but that girl was way too skinny. I don't like that. I mean seriously, Sarge. Ew," Fillmore said, getting a sudden shiver through out his body, Don't get me wrong man-- I love all kinds of girls, but this one is just...Gah! Gross, man. Seriously."
Sarge pushed the button to lift his garage door open. "Alright, hippy, it's not that big of a deal." For a few moments the two were silent as Fillmore watched Sarge pace around the garage. It took all that time for Sarge to realize something he had missed in their conversation.
"Alright now, what were you even doing in my room in the first place!?!" Sarge asked, full of anger. He had now reverted back to the comment about the Audrey Hepburn films. Sarge said this so suddenly, that Fillmore jumped back and knocked over a few random pieces of wood leaning against the wall.
"Woah, man. Breathe! I was seeing if I could borrow something," Fillmore said, taken aback.
"Borrow what, exactly?" Sarge said, anger in his eyes.
"C'mon man, it was just yesterday, and I only wanted to borrow batteries!" Fillmore said, backing out of the garage. "You weren't there, so I--"
Took a batteries from my house?" Sarge finished for Fillmore. "That's why I haven't been able to use my night vision goggles?!" Sarge asked as he followed Fillmore out.
"Well yes, but I'll give them back, I swear!" Fillmore said, slightly intimidated. Sarge glared at Fillmore, but after realizing that he was getting hysterical over batteries, he backed down a bit. And as surprising as it is, he started laughing. Fillmore gave him a weird look, but realizing the odd situation they were in, he started laughing as well.
"Man, you're crazy." Fillmore said as they exited the garage.
"Boy, you do not even know," Sarge said, shaking his head. "Well I should be getting back to work. Now go on, hippy, and make some of that...freak juice of yours."
"Will do, man," Fillmore said as he rolled to his house next door.
Back in Fillmore's house, he decided to finish the newly painted sign in his front yard. He lit another stick of insence for no apparent reason, rolled into his front yard, and picked back up on his painting again. If I'm going to try and pass the time, I'd better do it with style, Fillmore thought as he turned on some Beatles records.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
So? How was it? Like I said, really random. And I was listening to Jefferson Airplane when I wote this, so that would be why it was the wake-up call this time. So I guess 'll sht up now and let you review!
PS-- Fillmore is the greatest. Peace, Love, and eat more chocolate. Cars comes out on DVD in three days!
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I also put this on fanfiction.net, so I'm excpecting reviews! I love you all, by the way.
