《Cars: Story of Jackson Storm》Chapter 13: Revealed Truth and Lies
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???: Oh... so cute...
???: Who resembles like a starlight...
Suddenly someone makes a baby cute. I opened my eyes to the King and Queen. And the baby was Jackson Storm.
And next to her is sister Sunny Rose. And when Storm's birthday is always lit, he puts out a light.
And there was a purple car among the people, Reila. When she saw the King's and Queen's babies, she was jealous and sneaked into the middle of the night and kidnapped only one of the two children while the King and Queen slept.
The kidnapped baby is Jackson Storm. Reila thought it was too hard two children, and kidnapped only one baby.
When the baby cried, the King and Queen woke up to hear the crying. In the meantime, see Reila kidnapping her baby.
The embarrassed King then dispatches all soldiers to order a quick find of the kidnapper.
But it's too late. the kidnapper's whereabouts disappeared. Then, when the King couldn't help his son, he was very sad and grieved. The Queen soothes the King.
In the meantime, Reila enters an ordinary house and thinks he will raise the baby Jackson instead of the King and Queen.
Reila: The kings and queens won't come here.
Jackson (baby): (crying)
Reila: Oh, it's okay baby... Mom is here...? So... What? Don't cry... This mom won't miss you...
Jackson: Ahhhh!!! (surprise)
Jackson opened his eyes in amazement and finally remembered what he was.
And at the hotel, Cruz, Lightning, and Rise all told their friends everything they had last night.
Sally: Is that really?!
Lightning: Yeah! I threatened them and forced me to follow her orders!
Mater: OMG!
Guido: (Italian: Unbelievable!)
Luigi: Really?!
Ray: The president did that?! Why?!
Reila: Jackson...? Jackson! What's going on up there?
Jackson: ... (heavy breathing)
Reila: Are you okay?
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Jackson: I'm the lost prince... (mumbled)
Reila: (freaky) Jackson... You know I really hate mumbling...?
Jackson: I am the lost prince! Aren't I?
Reila: ... (embarrassed)
Jackson: Did I mumble... Mother...? Or should I you call you that? (frowned)
Reila: 'How did he know that...?' (thought) Hoho... Jackson... You are very good at jokes...? Where did you learn that joke? Hohoho-
Jackson: It was you! You kidnapped me!!! (anger)
Reila: ... Everything I did, was to protect you... (impression frown)
Jackson: (Anger) (Pushing Reila)
Reila: Jackson!
Jackson: You said to me, not to play with kids outside for 18 years! Just feel like avoiding!
Reila: Jackson Storm!!!
Jackson: But... it was you who should avoid it!
Reila: What are you talking about? Those Tuner Cars almost killed you! Those guys did the operation-(embarrassed, enlightened)
Jackson: What?!
Reila: No no!!! I just said-
Jackson: Did you do them last night?! You were the master of those guys!!!
Reila: (sighs) Jackson... Jackson... You are making a lot of jokes on your mom...? So it's okay... Now it's all fine... (smile)
Jackson: (Reila Tire Slap)
Reila:!?
Jackson: You don't know about the world... you don't know about me...! You don't even know about my friends! And you don't know about her!!! So to you who don't know everything, you'll (shouted)
Reila: ... (embarrassed)
Then go out to the Jackson angry face Reila goes to a party scary face muttering Jackson approached him.
😱
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