Ok, so before I get into storytime, let me say that there were actually like five stories to the various sketches to this one. I'm gonna try and lace them all together, but I make no promises to the eloquence of this particular tale. ^^

Famous socialite Wobenzo Coyotalini lived fast and expensive. He also liked to drive fast and expensive cars, but well...he really wasn't too good at it. Over the course of his life, the young man had wrecked some 67 different luxury sports cars all around western Europe. There were never any fatalities from these indiscretions, (save for one very unfortunate fire hydrant) and his father was influential enough for most of the law enforcement community to simply turn a blind eye on Wobenzo's hobbies. However, seeing his son's face plastered on all of the sleezy tabloids every week would have an effect on any father, and his patience nearing the limit, Mr. Coyotalini decided on a rather drastic solution.

Several days after his latest crash (who cares if half of Rome didn't have power over the Christmas holiday?) we join Wobenzo on the Pride de Leon race track. It was relatively new to the area, and Wob had been delighted to find out that his father's money had been largely responsible for it's creation. Due to that particular arrangement, we find him racing alone, beating time trials and just generally enjoying the feeling of the wind pounding on his face as he kept the sports car's top down.

Suddenly, there was a sharp, jarring sensation, and Wob, certainly accustomed to the feeing, realized that one of his tires had gone flat. Keeping steady control of the vehicle, he pulled it to the side, lining up with the pit crew lanes that lined the track. Even though there weren't any crew members standing by, Wob knew at the very least he could park the Ferrari, and possible either A) change the tire himself or b) leave the park and buy a new one. While he debating this difficult choice (A never had a chance, btw) he noticed something odd. The lights that led him into the pit crew lane were flashing very quickly, yellow, to red, to blue to green, to purple. It was all very disorienting, and as Wob killed the engine, he was forced to squint his eyes tight to avoid looking at the strobing flash. As he did, he became aware of a NEW sensation, one that he wasn't familiar with in the slightest. It was a tightening of his skin, a shuddering, and a sensation of falling into himself. Opening his eyes to see what was going on only put him in the glare of the flashing light again, and wincing, he threw his arm over his eyes, feeling around for the door handle to get out of the car and away from the painful light.

As his wandering paw felt alongside the door, he realized something incredibly odd. Where once was expensive Italian leather, hard plastic now met his grope. Furthermore, it didn't seem like there was any handle. Feeling a bit panicky, Wobenzo tried to disengage the seatbelt so that he could just climb over the door, but even that felt different, and wouldn't release him, no matter how hard he tugged at it.

"Oy, sir, we've got to get that for you, yes we do," A high voice announced, causing Wob to cautiously peek out from behind his arm. The strobing light seemed to have stopped blinking so fast, and he could make out three fuzzy shadows gathering around him.

"Oh, thanks guys, I think I might need a tire...change?" he began, stopping as the unfamiliar pitch in his voice brought him up short. He sounded like he'd been sucking helium (that was last years hobby, btw).

"A change? Already?" A new voice interjected, and there was a harsh crackle, as though a radio mike was being cued up. "Code yellow, i repeat cooode yellow, I need properly powdered padding to the pit, stat!"

"I...huh?" Blinking furiously, Wob finally fought through the haze to stare at the trio of...diapered toddlers milling about. What was even stranger was that while he sat, still restrained in the car, they appeared right at eye level, as though he were their size....

"Well, sir, we're ever so glad you brought 'er in when ya did, they just don't make em' like they used to!" Grinning, a large eared fennec wearing an orange pit captain shirt exclaimed, circling the car, which Wob could see didn't resemble his Ferrari anymore in the slightest. "Don't worry 'bout the mess, those seats are easy wipe plastic fer a reason!"

"Got yer tire, boss!"

"And the diaper?"

"Oops."

"Diaper, stat!"

Suddenly, clapping filled the air, muting the sounds of the playful banter the three were engaged in, and all eyes turned to the newcomer, who at six foot tall, quite towered over the cadre of children.

"Oh, my son, Pride de Leon is a children's go kart track. Hardly the place for you and your...expensive toys. But never be it in me to deny my son anything...I knew you'd probably want to be a part of this place, and thus I made it so that you met all the proper, ahem, height requirements." Chuckling to himself, the man bent down and plucked the now diapered (I told you that crew was good) toddler out of the plastic go-kart that his sports car had become. "Just wait until I show you to your mother...she'll be sooo overjoyed to have her little nino back at home!"

You'd think that being suddenly and forcibly regressed to the days of diapers and daisys would be an extremely perturbing experience, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that even as Mr. Coyotelini carted Wob off, balanced on his hip, that the little coyote's eyes weren't riveted on the impressive fleet of go carts they passed on the way out, his mind already far away, driving and striving and hugging the turns. Or is it huggies?

FIN

these folks would happen to be

me  revathescarf
sammi  wayward
Wob  el-portador-de-luz-aztharot
Toya  toyapup

Thanks you guys. I was glad to have ya through rough times. That is the plushie from 'Revenge of the little sister'...might use it as a water mark or something.

Drawn to 'Daylight' by Mat and Kim.