McQueen looked at the picture on the back of the book. "Who's the idiot on the giant jackrabbit?" "That's the guy who wrote it," replied Terry. "What's it about?" "Well, it's supposed to be about us," said Joe. McQueen's head snapped around. "What? I didn't sign off on this." He threw the book across the garage. "I knew those dirty buggers couldn't be trusted. Where's my phone? I want a lawyer!" McQueen stormed into the house. "Sorry about that, folks," said Joe. "McQueen can be a little hot-headed sometimes. But, yeah. The book is about me, McQueen, and Terry. We hang out, play pinball, listen to music. And, oh, there was that one year we searched for a hairless Bigfoot, someone got abducted by aliens, and a Chinese sex cult tried to take over the drive-in. I hope you li-" McQueen burst back into the garage. "Oh, no you don't. You read this book, and I'll sue. You he- No... Let go of me!" Terry had a hold of McQueen, but the raging long-hair was more than he could handle. Joe joined in to help. The combined might between he and Terry was enough to force McQueen outside. "You got him?" asked Joe. Terry was on the ground with his arms wrapped around one of McQueen's legs. "Barely." Joe dashed for the door-control button on the wall inside the garage. The motor for the opener whirred, and the chain began to move. "You think that will stop me," yelled McQueen. "Let's see how well your door holds up when I drive my car into it. I know where you live, Joe. I'm standing in your drive-" The door finally finished closing. Joe could still hear muffled yelling from outside. "Man, I thought that guy had settled down after he met Annie. Of course, you guys don't know who Annie is yet, do you? Listen, hopefully this should all be straightened out by the first chapter. Enjoy the book!"