DESPICABLE ME
Capítulo 6: The rat
The incessant and annoying noise of machines adjusting bolts and calibrating engines was heard all around, the race would soon begin and all the drivers would put the finishing touches on their vehicles. Well, two runners were busier than the rest: Dr. Locovitch, who was busy fixing his car/convertible; and Baron Hans Fritz, who was doing the same with his stuka rakuda. Both "cars" had been destroyed in the previous phase.
“Ugh, I'm done," said Speed Racer, as he wiped his sweaty face, not realizing he was getting black oil stains all over his face.
A laugh made him turn around and there he found Penelope Pitstop laughing without much concealment.
“What, do I have something on my face?”
“Your face... you just got it dirty without realizing it.”
Speed Racer was trying to clean himself up, but it just made things worse. While the runner kept laughing.
“The advantage of being a woman is that we can carry mirrors without being bullied about it," said Penelope, as she wiped her rival's face with the same affection as a mother. Speed Racer was blushing.
“Tell me, Speed Racer, why didn't you keep your promise to Trixie?”
“I love Trixie, but I can't stop running, I can't.”
“Wow, you're selfish, Speed Racer, you shouldn't decide things on your own.”
“I'm not selfish, I just didn't want to fight her! Besides, I'm gonna win this competition for her.”
“So you didn't want to fight? But look how it turned out, your girlfriend left.”
“Penelope, you know where Trixie went, please tell me.”
“I'm sorry, Speed Racer, but your girlfriend thinks that if you drive like you do, sooner or later you'll end up dead. And for that matter, I think so too.”
Speed Racer looked at the blonde with pity and she seemed to feel sorry for him.
“Look Speed Racer, it's obvious you'll never give up racing, but you could control yourself a bit. Here's what we'll do: If I win more trophies than you, I won't tell you where Trixie is; but if you win, I'll tell you where she is. Whatever the result, you'll have to swear to me that you won't run as wildly as you're used to.”
Speed Racer agreed, knowing that a lot was at stake here.
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While in another part of the pit stop, Margo, Edith and Agnes, went to see how things were going with their friends the minion, who apparently were modifying their dessert delivery vehicle: the Split banana.
Kevin as always led the others, when Meena appears in it, who rests one of her arms on the poor leader's head.
“Ha, they'll never get that thing to turn into a race car like mine.”
“Hey, don't mess with our friends!” Margo, the eldest of the sisters, suddenly said.
“And you are?”
“They are our friends, so don't mess with them," said Edith, who stepped forward from her sisters and confronted the evil girl scout. Both had faces inches apart from each other.
“You dress ridiculously, you know that?” Meena told Edith, "Pink must be combined more elegantly.”
Meena spread her arm out in a bow that she did as if pointing to her girl scout outfit, and then left looking over her shoulder at the other girls.
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Unaware of the girls' problem, Gru made sure that Kyle the "dog"'s chain was well secured as Rex, Speed Racer's older brother, was inside the "Despicable Me", the car of the ex-super villain.
“And tell me Rex, you found out the secret identity of that other spy who works for the Anti-Villain League.”
“Our boss hasn't told me anything yet.”
“This bothers me, Rex, that "butt" still doesn't trust me. Look, I am now a legitimate jam factory entrepreneur, and I will soon be expanding into jelly distribution.”
“Well, I'm in the same boat as you, Gru. Our boss sure wants to keep me on probation since I used to work for MI6... I really don't understand that man.”
“Don't worry, Rex, have some of my Despicable Me marmalade.”
“You should change the name Gru. And what is the difference between jam and jelly?”
“The jam is thicker and is made from the pulp of the fruit, while the jelly is made from the juice.”
Suddenly Kyle, the "dog" came off his chain and tried to bite Rex, who threw the jam at the "dog" to defend himself.
Poor Kyle inadvertently swallowed the jam and ran away with a piteous shriek.
“I think you should also change the formula of the jam, Gru.”
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At the station of the special super junkyard, the soldier gave the final touches that would turn the heavy armatoste into a real racing car.
“Hurry up, soldier, one two, one two, one two, one two!”
“Sergeant, the police are approaching.”
A large group of Paraguayan and Interpol police surrounded the sergeant and the soldier. Apparently they were guided by an individual who looked like an actuary wearing old glasses.
“These are the evildoers who destroyed the monument of the Obelisk in Buenos Aires!” Silvestre dos Caras was gesticulating, to the law enforcement officers who neither short nor lazy, handcuffed the military and took them out of the pit stop area.
“Hey, why did you rat them out?” Pierre no Doy Una asked.
“Because that's how I'll collect the reward and besides, there'll be one competitor less GHE, JE, JE, JE, JE, JE, JE,” laughed Silvestre dos Caras, while wearing one arm at his side as when his alter ego of The Sinister Claw made it.
“That guy is vile and crawling.... I like him. Doesn't it Muttley?”
The crawling dog did not pay attention to his master as he was being petted at the time by Meena.
“Hey girl, get out of here!”
Meena was offended and gave Pierre no Doy Una a strong kick in the shin.
“Ouch, you spoiled girl, I'll tell your mother!”
“GHIS, GHIS, GHIS, GHIS, GHIS,” the dog laughed.
CONTINUARÁ...
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