Francesco Bernoulli always won. Of course he did he was the best. It all came to easy to him. Beating Lighting McQueen would be to easy for Francesco it would almost be boring. A win was a win though and rubbing McQueen's face in it would be so much fun.
Lightning arrived for the race. He spotted Francesco. "Ready to lose to me?" He asked him.
Francesco laughed, "Me lose to you?"
"Yeah that's right. It's not so funny it happens."
"Maybe in your dreams."
"In my dreams? Please Francesco I even dream of being fast. I dream in speed." Lightning taunted him.
"I dream of being triple the speed and beating you."
"Oh, that's sweet Francesco knowing that you dream of me." Lightning laughed."
"Not like that! I mean not always like that." Francesco smirked.
"Wait? What? You do that too? Not like I think of you like that I never dream about you like that."
"Francesco is so irresistible everyone likes him. Right, Shu?" The Japanese racer looked at the pair before driving off.
Max approached Shu what is going on Shu?"
"You know how they always flirt. They are at it again." He sighed. Max nodded it was a bit annoying but what did he expect from them.
