Hello readers! This is a Cars fanfiction that was originally started by EarthHyena (CarlaVelosoWolf) before she decided to discontinue it after a while. When she did, she mentioned it was up for "adoption". So I contacted her and asked if I could continue the story, given she got the credit for the first 10 chapters she originally wrote. She said yes, and so, fellow readers, here is what will soon be the complete version of Planet Earth Prix!

As mentioned above—I do not own the story. The first ten chapters are EarthHyena's, not mine, so all credit goes to her.

Also, the cover art is not mine—that too, is property of EarthHyena, she is just letting me use it for the story, so once again, that credit goes to her.

Cars and characters copyrighted by Disney and Pixar!

It was a beautiful, peaceful Summer day in Radiator Springs. A pink female Tesla drove around the little town, admiring the scenery and investigating the town. Yes, this had to be it. It wasn't long before she was spotted by one of the residents. The spotter was Sally. "Welcome to Radiator Springs, how may I help you?" Sally asked.

The car answered the question in a strong French accent. "Hello, I am looking for the Lightning McQueen. I have an invitation to give him."

"An invitation? Ok, I'll go get him. Stickers!" Sally drove off to find the race-car.

The French car giggled. Stickers...what kind of nickname is that? she thought. Her thought was interrupted when Sally came over with Lightning McQueen. "I found him."

"So what is this invitation you were telling me about, Sally?" McQueen asked.

"This one." The French car handed McQueen the invitation. McQueen opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.

Dear Lightning McQueen,

I am honored to tell you that you are invited to race in Planet Earth Prix. In case you do not know, this is a series of 10 races that each take place in various wilderness regions around the world. The races are in the following locations: Germany's Black Forest, the Sand Dunes of the Arabian Desert, the African Savanna, the Australian Outback, the Amazon Rainforest, the bamboo forests of China, the tundra of Russia, the Himalayan Mountains, the icebergs of Antarctica, and the jungles of the Pacific Islands. You have been chosen to race because of your fabulous racing records and your participation in the World Grand Prix. Please let me know if you can run in the racing competition. Thank You.

Belia

McQueen just stared at the letter. He could not believe it. All his life he had been wanting to race in the Planet Earth Prix. And now he finally gets to. The race-car couldn't help but wonder what champions he would meet at this racing competition.

"So, what do you think?" Sally asked. "Are ya going?"

"Of course I'm going, Sally. I have been wanting to race in this competition my whole life."

"Alright, I'll go tell the others." Sally drove off.

"So who do I reply to?" McQueen asked.

"Me," the French car replied. "I'm Belia."

"Well, Belia, you can count me in. Thanks so much for inviting me."

"Hey, no problem. You certainly are a champion - one deserving a spot in what is perhaps the most difficult racing competition in the world-"

"Howdy McQueen!" Mater drove up to McQueen and Belia. "Howdy Miss...uhh...Miss..."

"Belia," Belia said.

"Well, howdy Miss Belia!" Mater then turned his attention over to McQueen. "So I heard that your gonna to race again! Is that true?"

McQueen smiled. "Yes, Mater, it is true. Belia here invited me to."

"Yes, and this year it is being hosted by the C.F.S.M.E. In case you don't know, that stands for "Cars for Saving Mother Earth." It's an environmental organization." Belia added.

"Wait a minute...how do I know that this is not another one of those scandals?" Mater asked, rather suspicious.

McQueen sighed. "Mater..."

"But remember the World Grand Prix? That was a scandal-"

"Mater..."

"You can relax, my friend; this is no scandal. Trust me; I'm hosting the races this year. I'm one of the leaders of the C.F.S.M.E." Belia reassured.

"But last time the host of the race was the one that-"

"Mater..."

Mater looked at McQueen, then at Belia, then at the blue British car that somehow appeared from out of nowhere - or at least he seemed like he did. "Relax, Mater, Belia is one that can be trusted," the British car said.

Another British car - this one a purple female - drove up to the group. "Mater, Finn is right; Belia can be trusted. Trust me, I know her."

Mater relaxed. 'Well, if my friends Finn and Holley can trust her, then I can too. Sorry for giving the wrong impression of me, Miss Belia-"

Belia smiled. "No need to apologize, Mater. I understand how you feel. My life was changed by the scandal as well."

"Thanks for understanding... well, it's nice to meet ya, Miss Belia! ...hey McQueen, can I come to the races with you?"

McQueen replied with a question." Didn't I tell you that you're coming to all of my races from now on?"

"Luigi remembers hearing that." The little Italian car said as he drove up to the others. "So you need a pitcrew, McQueen? Sally told me-"

"Yes, Luigi, I will need a pit crew."

"Ok. I'll go get the others." Luigi drove off.

"What is it with Italians and speaking in the third person?" Belia asked. Everyone looked at her. "Seriously? The last Italian I talked to constantly spoke in the third person...and boy, was he a flirter! But those open wheels..."

"I think I know who you talked to, Belia," Holley said. "And I must admit that he is rather sexy, with those open wheels and all. However, my heart is with Mater."

"And what is it with girls and being obsessed with open wheels?" McQueen asked.

"So about this race I heard about...do you need a ride to and from the races?" Finn asked.

"Yes, please," McQueen replied.

"Great. I'll go call Siddeley." Finn drove off to make his call.

"And I'm gonna join up with Luigi and the rest of the pitcrew." Mater said as he drove off.

"Good idea, Mater. After all, you are the pitcrew chief!" McQueen called to Mater as the tow-truck left. He then turned his attention to the French car. "Well, Belia, I must get packing for this exciting trip. See you soon!"

"See ya," Belia replied. She then went back to exploring the town and the surrounding countryside.

The number of races and the locations of them may or may not change, but these are what they will be, for now.