"oh god, oh god," Speed thought to himself, regaining consciousness from the force of the impact, "I've just killed an innocent driver, what do I do?" He ran away to go find Pops Racer.
"Hmm..." Pops muttered, scratching his head and looked over the car, taking in the scene. "Speed, you've killed a man, and that means trouble. Trouble and jail time! And jail time means you might not finish the race! But I think I know how to help," he lectured, tipping his cap with a smug look, "Speed, you need to understand that the Mach 5 is a phenomenal machine! A phenomenal machine for driving! I've just finished waterproofing the trunk. We can store the dead body in there until you're finished! Finished driving the race! A race you must win, Speed! -- Even though you disobeyed me and should not be driving the Mach 5 that I built!" he said as he started bounding from one foot to the other angrily.
"Pops, this is no time to get angry, we've got to hide the body," Speed replied, hurriedly moving to the front cab, and slinging the other driver's upper torso over his shoulder. Pops nodded, opening the trunk, "Waitasec" Pops said, looking into the trunk, "Spritle and Chim-Chim are in here and I think they're dead too." Speed made an exaggerated "Oh," as he came over to see. The little boy and monkey had climbed into the trunk, and now were a pale shade of blue. Speed didn't even know monkeys can turn blue! "They must have stowed away when I parked the Mach 5 in the garage eight hours ago. I thought I heard some knocking, but I thought Snake Oiler had sabotaged my fuel line!" Pops chuckled, "I guess eight hours in a watertight trunk will do that to children and their pets!" In spite of the situation, Speed thought it was pretty funny and started laughing too, and then Trixie and Sparky and Speed's mom (you know, that one who had practically the same head as Trixie), came by for no reason and they laughed as well.