[s8e2] A La Cart 【Working】

"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.

"That’s just weight reduction, Chris! We’re getting faster!"

They didn't get a trophy—mostly because they had technically caused three separate pile-ups and the judges weren't sure if their vehicle qualified as a "car"—but as they walked home carrying the engine in a wagon, Peter knew he’d taught his son an important lesson: if you're going to fail, do it at high speeds with a lot of noise.

"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.

By race day, the "Griffin Ground-Pounder" was a terrifying sight. It had no seatbelts, a steering wheel stolen from a bumper car, and an exhaust pipe that emitted a sound like a dying walrus. Their primary rival was none other than the oversized, hyper-competitive Joe Swanson, who had built a high-tech kart for Kevin that looked like it had been designed by NASA.

The green flag dropped, and the karts tore away. Peter and Chris were immediately overtaken by a toddler in a Barbie Jeep, but Peter wasn't deterred. He leaned forward, screaming at the engine to "dig deep." As they rounded the first turn, the Griffin Ground-Pounder began to vibrate so violently that Chris’s hat flew off, followed shortly by one of the side mirrors. "We’re losing parts, Dad!"