speed kicks over a tool box giving voice to his rage with a cacophony of clattering metal. he jumps into the mach 5. the engine guns the wheels screech as he peels out and away leaving-- inspector detector standing with this hat in hand, his frown mirrored by pops.
the family gets to work, bolting, welding, drilling, cutting, and grinding. the framework of a car begins to materialize, assembled it seems out of thin air, human will made manifest as--
the racers continue to work, sparky beginning to fall asleep just as mom brings him a big, steaming cup of coffee. the car is further along, but still a long way from finished.
the entire family, covered in sweat, blood, and grease, refusing to quit even as the sun rises on--
the racers gobble handful of potato chips, stuffing quarters of p,b, & j sandwiches into their mouths, rushing to finish while--
the car is nearly finished,pops spraying on the paint as--
sparky slams the access panel shut.
the clock continues to tick, everyone watching anxiously over his shoulder as sparky works.