The train stopped and Ashlyn stepped out of it. She looked around. She didn't need a picture of Penelope, because she knew the woman all her life, even if she didn't know her big time idol was her own aunt. Ashlyn looked around.

"Are y'all my little niece now?" a Southern drawl was heard.

Ashlyn turned her head to the voice. She got to see Penelope, who looked very different from her racing uniform. The woman had horned pink glasses with her hair down in a flock kind of mess with a lot of pink clothes. She had on a sweater with a white pearl necklace, a nice light pink carnation skirt with rose-colored boots.

"Aunt Penelope!" Ashlyn beamed and ran to Penelope, hugging her tight.

"Hello there, dear, I haven't seen you in a long time!"

"We've met before?"

"Oh, yes," Penelope nodded, then got down on one knee and lifted her hand beneath Ashlyn's waist. "I haven't see ya since you were about this high..."

"Wow, I don't remember that..." Ashlyn looked back at her.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to meet much after that," Penelope hunched straight, smiling fondly at the teenager. "What with my career and dodging the Hooded Claw and all... You look just like your father."

"A lot of people say I look like my mom, but okay." the punk girl shrugged.

"Come on, let's get you settled and I'll rustle you up some grub."

"Thanks, Aunt Penelope."

The blonde racer woman smiled and led her young relative to where she lived. From the distance there was some bushes. There came out the nefarious villain known as Dick Dastardly with his sidekick, Muttley.

"Something about that little girl seems familiar to me somehow... It appears Penelope Pitstop has a child in her possession... What a coincidence..." Dick said in his slimy voice. "And what with MY own brother's child visiting me for her school work... Oh, Danielle!"

There came a teenage girl. She had black hair with a high ponytail, brown eyes, a dark purple jacket with a lighter purple top that exposed her belly, white Capri pants and black boots. "Yeah, Uncle Dickie?"

Dick grunted. "I told you, it's only Dick Dastardly, you child! No matter... Do you recognize that little girl there?" he pointed to Ashlyn with Penelope.

Danielle gave a look and her eyes widened as she gasped, then furrowed her brows. "That's my nemesis in school, Ashlyn Pittman!"

"What if I told you she is the niece of Penelope Pitstop? See, Danielle, girl, evil and hatred toward the Pitstop family is in your blood!"

"Right," Danielle clenched her fists as she grinned evilly. "I've hated that rat Ashlyn since elementary school!"

"Does she know you are apart of our Dastardly family, my dear?"

"Nah... Mom kept her maiden name when she married Dad. He thought it would give me a better reputation in public if she got to keep her name instead of his."

"Your father was always the smart one," Dick rolled his eyes. "Mom always liked him best..."

Muttley wheezily laughed at his master.

"Ah, shut up, ya mutt!" Danielle kicked the dog out from the bushes.

"You're a great pet owner," Dick smirked. "Maybe you are a Dastardly girl after all... Get ready for the history of Wacky Races to change as the Dastardly's will finally get what they want!"

Dick and Danielle laughed a bit evilly together. Like evil uncle like evil daughter from his brother.