The scene is at Atlanta Motor Speedway one afternoon.  A Formula One racecar is speeding around the track at well over 200 mph.  In it, Linda, wearing a white racing suit and helmet, is driving.  Her husband, Marauder, is watching from the grandstand.  Shankar appears beside Marauder.

(Shankar):  My future sister in law drives well.  I think my Molly is up next for her time trial.

(Marauder):  Well, from what I hear, she's a pro.

(Shankar, nods):  Indeed, although I am concerned.  Auto racing is a dangerous hobby for anyone, male or female.

(Marauder):  I understand, but you wouldn't know it by talking to Lassie.  I'm getting dizzy just watching her go around in circles.

(Shankar, smiles):  Well, my Molly is used to speed!

(Marauder, laughs):  Lassie loves speed!  In fact, she'd come out here on her spare time if she wanted to!

(Shankar):  I see.   (points):  Look!  They are posting Linda's lap speed!

(Marauder, excited):  Wow!  230 miles per hour!

(Shankar, laughs):  Molly could beat that speed WITHOUT a racecar!  I wonder how well she'll do with one?

(Marauder):  I don't know.

Fade.  Later, Linda drives back to the crew pit and turns off the car.  Marauder and Shankar have come down to meet her.  Linda gets out of the car and takes off her helmet.

(Linda, excited):  Did you see me?  230 MPH!!

(Marauder):  I was watching you every step of the way, my dear!

(Shankar, standing with them):  You were great, Linda!   I hope Molly scores well also.

(Marauder):  I'm pretty sure she will.

Marauder and Linda join hands and leave the pit area.  Shankar follows.

Fade.  The three of them are in the stands watching Molly run her laps.

(Marauder):  Looks like Molly's doing pretty good out there.

(Shankar):  Yes.

Just then, Marauder's cell phone rings.

(Marauder, answering):  Hello?...What?...(sighs) Not again!...Okay, we'll be right there...Bye.

(Shankar):  Is anything the matter?

(Marauder):  We have to go pull Vicki out of another wreck.

(Shankar):   Not again!   That's the third time this month!

(Marauder):  I know it.  I just wish they could do something about this.

Marauder and Linda head out of the speedway to Linda's car.  They get in, and Linda drives them to the scene of the accident.

The scene is somewhere in a residential area.  A Rolls Royce has crashed into a tree.

(Vicki, furious):  That tree has no right to grow there!   It's clearly in my way!  I'm going to sue the tree's owner!!!

Just then, Marauder and Linda drive up.

(Marauder, getting out of the car):  Well, well, well, if it isn't Cruella DeVil.  How many times do I have to keep doing this for you, Vicki?

(Vicki, angry):  I don't need any lip from you, Dr Pepper!

(Linda, angry):  HEY!  We came to help!   If you're going to insult my husband, we'll leave!

(Marauder, sternly):  We don't have to do this for you, you know.

(Vicki, sobbing):  I'm sorry...  Please don’t go, ok?

(Marauder):  All right.  Let me get my crowbar.

Just then, a highway patrol car pulls up.

(Officer):  Mrs. Vicki Maddog!   I kind of thought it was you again!

(Vicki, upset):  It wasn't MY fault this time!   That tree jumped out in front of me!

(Officer):  A likely story.  If I'm correct, that's the third time this month you've gotten into a wreck.

Marauder pries open the door.

(Vicki, embarrassed):  If you want to get technical about it....

(Officer):  According to the computer, this little accident will cost you your last 3 points on your driver's license.  As of this moment, consider your license revoked!

(Vicki, horrified):  WHAT????

(Officer):  Hand it over.

(Vicki):  But how will I get to work or go to the mall or go to the Bridge Club or...

(Officer):  You're a dog!  Learn to walk there!   Now surrender your license!

Vicki sadly reaches into her purse.

(Marauder):  Thanks to you, officer, the world will be a little safer.

(Linda):  Officer, can my sister get her license back?

(Officer):  If she will attend and pass the next defensive driving course we have, she'll get her license back.

(Vicki, frantic):  WHEN IS IT???  TELL ME!!!

(Officer):  You'll have to call the Dept of Motor Vehicles for that information.

Vicki notices that Linda is still wearing her racing suit.

(Vicki, smirks):  Out at the racetrack AGAIN??  (shakes head):  I swear, you and Molly have the strangest hobbies.

(Marauder, sternly):  At least she drives better than you!

(Vicki, growls):  HEY!!!

(Linda, smiles):  Be nice, Vicki.  You have to ride home with us.

(Marauder, smiles):  Yes, and especially no name-calling.

(Vicki, fuming):  All right....

(Linda, smiles):  Relax Vicki.  Just pass the next Defensive Driver Class and you'll have your license back!

(Officer, laughs):  YOU?? PASS THAT CLASS????   THAT'S A RIOT!!!

(Marauder, laughs):  That'll be the day!

(Vicki, angry):  I show you both!  I'll sign up and pass that course!  YOU'LL SEE!!

Fade.  They are now driving back to the Maddog Estate.  Linda is driving, with Marauder sitting next to her, and Vicki in the back seat.

(Linda):  I wonder how Molly did at the track?

(Marauder):  I'm not sure, but I bet she did well.

(Vicki):  Stop thinking about her!  I'm the one who's got the major life crisis!

(Marauder):  Oh get over it!

As they pull up to the Maddog Mansion, Ben walks out and waves at them.

(Ben):  Welcome home!  (turns to Vicki):  Seems you're famous!   I just got a call from police headquarters.

(Vicki, sighs):  Oh no...

(Ben, sternly):  Oh YES!   You had your license revoked!   What have you to say for yourself?

(Vicki):  It wasn't my fault!

(Marauder):  Oh yes, you were driving down the road when that tree just jumped right out in front of you!

(Ben):  That's what the officer report said YOU told him, Vicki!

(Vicki):  But it's true!   I was driving and that tree got in my way!

(Marauder):  Trees can't move, Vicki!

(Ben):  I agree.  Vicki, I'll have to scramble to make sure this doesn't leak out to the press!   When you do something like this, it makes this family and the law firm look bad!

Another car drives up to the mansion.  Molly and Shankar get out and walk over to them.

(Marauder):  Hi Molly!  How'd it go at the track?

(Molly):  Well, I only ran at 229.5 MPH.   

(Shankar):  Still a very good effort.

(Marauder):  Indeed.  Lassie did 230!

(Ben, nods):  Impressive!   You two will need your driving skills for your next mission.

(Linda & Molly):  Mission?

(Marauder):  Dad, what's this have to do with a mission?

(Ben):  You'll be going undercover as two racing teams.  There's trouble at a Formula One racetrack.  A terrorist group has threatened to blow up the track and all the spectators.  WE have to stop them before that happens.

(Marauder):  Wow!  So Lassie is actually going to be competing?

(Ben):  Yes, she and Molly will be drivers.  You and Shankar will be their pit crew.

(Marauder, to Linda):  So what do you think?

(Linda):  I think it's time we got a briefing.

(Vicki, frantic):  Mission?  Who cares about a mission?  I've lost my driver's license!   I have to go to a defense driver's course!

(Ben, sternly):  Not now, Vicki, we have to focus on the mission at hand. (to the others) We'll also be sending Misty and Jazz with you, undercover as a reporter and press photographer.

(Marauder):  Sure.  Are we going to have others to help us with the race?  Like a pit crew that'll know what it's doing?

(Ben, nods):  The Master is sending up two Rovers who have experience in auto maintenance.  They will be joining us downstairs. 

The scene is now at Collie Squadron Headquarters.  The six Rovers walk in, and waiting for them is Exile and Blitz.

(Exile, happy):  Hello comrades!   I am ready for big mission to Germany!

(Blitz, nods):  Ya!  I vill help vith all dee data on dee racetrack.

(Marauder):  Germany?  Are you talking about the European Grand Prix at the Nurburgring?

(Blitz, nods):  YA YA!!  

(Marauder):  I've heard about that track.  That's where they hold all kinds of races in a beautiful setting.

Misty and Jazz walk down the stairs.

(Misty):  Hi there!  We're ready for the mission too!

(Jazz, smiles):  Have camera, will travel.

(Blitz, looks at Misty):  ACH TUNG!!

(Marauder, holds Blitz back):  Blitz, you can worry about girls later.  Right now, we have a race to run.

(Blitz, lowers head):  Sorry.

(Ben):  More specifically, you have a mission, Rovers.   You'll be briefed on your flight to Germany.

The scene is now on board a Turbojet Rover flying to Germany.  On board, Molly and Linda are up front flying the plane.  Marauder, Shankar, Jazz, Misty, Exile, and Blitz are all seated behind them.  Hunter is on a video screen explaining the mission in detail.

(Hunter).  So that's the story, guys, good luck!

(Blitz, poses):  Who needs luck vhen you have ME?

(Exile, shakes head):  You're STILL a weird boy!

(Marauder, whispers to Exile):  Now Exile, Blitz is not a weird boy.  He's just a little strange sometimes.

(Jazz, rolls eyes):  Sometimes?

(Marauder):  Well, most of the time.

(Blitz, upset):  HEY!!

(Marauder):  Excuse me. (He heads upfront.) How's it going up here?

(Linda):  We're on schedule.

(Molly):  We'll be in Germany in a half hour.

(Marauder):  That's good.  I just didn't want to get into an argument back there.

(Blitz):  Vhat argument?  I am dee most peaceful Road Rover dere is.

(Exile, laughs):  Tell that to Colleen!

(Marauder):  Blitz?

(Blitz): Ya?

(Marauder):  Shut up.

(Misty, giggles):  That's telling him!

Fade.  The scene now shifts to the pits at the Nurburgring in Germany.

(Exile):  Molly, I have your car ready in three shakes of a lamb's jiffy!

(Marauder):  How's Lassie's car?

(Blitz):  I fixed it myself! 

Two wheels fall off and the hood flies up.

(Blitz):  Er... maybe it needs a tune up.

(Marauder, shakes head):  Oh boy.  Good thing we'll have a professional pit crew for the actual race.

(Molly):  Already on it.

Using her super speed, Molly bolts the wheels back on and fixes the engine on Linda's car.

(Marauder):  Hey, thanks, Molly!

(Blitz, upset):  I could've done dat!

Fade.  Later that day, Molly is out making her practice runs.  Linda is getting ready to make her runs right after she returns.

(Shankar):  So far, all is well.

(Marauder):  So far.  We'd better watch over the whole track for anything suspicious. 

As Jazz is taking pictures, Blitz walks over to Misty.

(Blitz):  Hello little dog girl!   Vanna go to town vith me for some sightseeing?

(Misty):  No thanks.

(Marauder, intervening):  Blitz, heel!

(Blitz):  Hey!   Stay out of dis, doc!

Linda walks out in her racing suit and carrying her helmet.

(Marauder):  Ready for your run, dear?

(Linda, nods):  Yes.

(Marauder, hugs Linda):  Just be careful out there.  I do worry about you.

(Linda):  I will be careful, my love.

Molly returns a few minutes later.  She climbs out of her car.

(Shankar):  You just set the track record!

(Marauder, amazed):  Wow! (to Linda) Think you can break it?

(Linda):  Watch me!

Linda climbs into her car.  The crew helps her with her seat belt and helmet.  Then, she begins her practice runs.

Fade.  Linda races around the track at around 230 MPH.

(Marauder, smiles):  Look at her go!

(Shankar):  Impressive.

(Molly, cheers):  GO LINDA GO!!

Linda gives a thumbs up as she passes the pit area.

(Marauder):  Stroker Ace Hounddog, eat your heart out!

Misty and Jazz return a moment later.

(Marauder):  Did you two find out anything about the terrorists?

(Misty):  No sign of him.

(Jazz):  I did make a rough sketch from the description in our briefing file.

(Marauder):  Let's see.

They take a look at the sketch.

(Jazz):  It's a good bet he'll be in disguise.

(Marauder):  This guy looks awfully familiar.

(Misty)  Wait a minute!   With that hat on, he looks like .... (shocked):  OH MY GOSH!!  I THINK HE'S ONE OF THE RACERS!!

(Jazz, shocked):  WHAT???

(Marauder, shocked):  HE IS???   WHO???

(Misty):  I saw him just a moment ago near the main grandstand.

(Marauder):  Did you see him do anything suspicious?

(Jazz):  He looked like he was searching for something...Do you think he was up to something else?

(Marauder):  Could be.  We'd better find this guy and quickly.

(Shankar):  I wonder if I could get a good fix on him magically.

(Marauder):  Well, it's worth a try.

Shankar forms a crystal ball in the air and looks into it.

(Shankar):  Hmmmm....... nothing...

(Misty, looking into it):  WAIT!!  I see him!   He went under the north grandstand....

(Marauder):  Let's go!

(Misty, looking into the ball):  Wait!  This ball must be showing the past.  Now I see him....  he's in car Number 9 and he's on the track now!

(Marauder, worried):  Oh no!  Lassie's out there too! (He takes out a two-way radio.)  Lassie, do you read me?

(Linda, on radio):  Marauder?  Why are you calling me?

(Marauder):  My dear, we've got trouble!  I think the terrorist is out there on the track with you!  You'd better get back here immediately!

(Linda, on the radio):  HEY!  Some jerk is trying to run me off the track!

(Shankar, telegraphic to Molly):  Molly, your sister is in danger.

(Molly, in her mind):  I'm on it!

Molly uses her super speed to rush up behind the two cars.

(Driver, surprised):  What the...?

Molly climbs onto the car.  It swerves out of control.  Linda uses her special ability to pass through the oncoming car.

(Shankar, happy):  WAY TO GO!

Linda stops her car and gets out.  The others run over with a few officers accompanying them.

(Shankar):  So much for subtlety, we need to get there FAST!

Shankar snaps his fingers and Marauder, Shankar, Jazz and Misty are now standing near the number 9 car.

(Driver, angry):  Get out of my way, doggies!

He swings at Linda, but passes right through her body.

(Driver, scared):  AAAAAAH!!!

The officers run over to handcuff the driver while Marauder runs over to hug Linda.

(Marauder):  You okay?

(Linda):  I'm fine.  We have to find out what he did!

(Shankar):  Ok mister, spill it!

(Driver, angry):  You think I will tell you anything?

(Misty, looks him in the eyes):  TELL US WHAT YOU DID UNDER THE GRANDSTAND NOW!!

(Driver, dazed):  I will obey...... I planted two sets of explosives, which will be set to go off during the race on Sunday.

(Misty, determined):  But WHERE, WHERE DID YOU PLANT THEM?  TELL US!!

(Driver, dazed):   Beneath seat number 187A.

(Marauder):  Let's get over there right away!

Shankar snaps his fingers and instantly, they appear underneath the seat with the explosives.

(Linda, shocked):  How will we disarm it?

(Shankar, smiles):  Like this!

Shankar snaps his fingers, the timer mechanism turns into a plastic replica.

(Shankar):  How's that?

(Marauder, relieved):  That saved us a lot of work.

(Molly):  I need to check on the terrorist...

Molly zips away and zips back a few seconds later.

(Molly):  That last command Misty gave him made him give a full confession!

(Marauder):  I guess we can consider this case closed...(turns to Linda and Molly) However, do you two still want to run in the race?

(Linda):  Sure!

(Molly):  I wonder if they'll allow us to.

(Misty, giggles):  Leave that to me!  

The scene is the following Sunday.  Marauder, Shankar, Jazz, and Misty are in the grandstand getting ready to watch the European Grand Prix.

(Marauder):  So tell me, Misty, how did you convince them to let Lassie and Molly run?

(Misty, smiles):  By having face-to-face meetings with all the officials...

(Shankar, smiles):  That'd do it!

Moments later, it is starting time.  The drivers and cars, 24 of them including Linda and Molly, are out on the track making their warm-up rounds.  Then, the green flag comes down and the racers speed off.

(Misty, points):  There's Jazz taking pictures from pit row!  WOW!!

Fade.  An hour later, Linda passes several cars.  She then puts the pedal to the metal and takes the lead.  Molly does the same thing and follows her close behind.

(Marauder, excited):  Lassie's in the lead!

(Shankar):  WOW!!   Molly's staying with her!

(Misty, excited):  Go Linda!  Go Molly!...I don't know which one to cheer for!

(Shankar):  Look at them!   They're neck and neck going into the last turn!

(Marauder):  Come on, honey!  You can do it!

(Jazz, smiles):  Looks like it'll be a photo finish!

They make their way toward a sharp curve.  Linda rounds it, floors the accelerator, and pulls away from her sister.

(Announcer):  And the winner is....  Linda Maddog Marauder!!! 

(Marauder, excited and happy):  YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!  SHE DID IT!!!

When they return to the pit, Linda and Molly get out of their cars and take off their helmets.

(Molly):  Congrats Sis!   You beat me fair and square!

(Marauder, running up to Linda):  LASSIE!  YOU WON!  YOU WON!

Marauder hugs Linda, picking her up off the ground.

(Shankar, hugs Molly):  I am proud of you, Molly Maddog!

(Jazz, camera in hand):  I gotta get some shots of the winning team!

Later, during the trophy presentation, Linda and Molly are with their boyfriends on the platform.  The president of the track presents the trophy to Linda, amid the cheer of the crowds.  Linda holds it up in jubilation.  She hugs her sister, then she hugs Marauder, and then, they share a kiss.  Picture snap.

The scene is now at Collie Squadron Headquarters, the next morning.  The photo is printed in the morning paper with the headline:  MADDOGS WIN GRAND PRIX.  Vicki and Abby walk in.

(Abby, holds up paper):  THIS was your mission?  To win a stupid car race?

(Marauder):  Actually, it was to stop a terrorist who wanted to sabotage the race.  The win was just a reward.

(Abby, points to photo):  Some mission!  Looks more like a party!

(Vicki, upset):  Why weren't WE invited to the celebration?

(Marauder):  Well, you DID have your license revoked.

(Molly, nods):  That's right!   How did your defensive driving class go?

(Vicki, lowers head):  Well... I....

(Linda, laughs):  You FAILED??

(Abby):  It wasn't her fault!  She was fine till the parking exercise.

(Vicki, upset):  So I flipped the car on its side, like NO ONE ever did that before!

(Molly & Linda, stunned):  SHE WHAT???

(Abby, smiles):  I did talk the instructor out of suing Vicki about it.

(Marauder):  Well, you don't have a lawsuit, but you also don't have a license!

(Vicki, sobbing):  Don't remind me!

(Abby):  She can take the test again next week.

(Misty): Until then, Vicki, wanna borrow my bicycle?

(Marauder):  That's a good idea.

Ben walks in with a newspaper.

(Marauder):  Hi Dad.

(Ben):  Marauder!   I read about your wife's victory on the track, and how all of you stopped the terrorist!  Good work!

(Marauder):  Thank you, Dad. (hugs Linda) You make Stroker Ace Hounddog look like a snail.

(Ben):  And Vicki, I got a call from the DMV office.   How did you manage to put the driver's ed car on its side?

(Vicki, embarrassed):  Well... I...

(Ben, sternly):  I suggest you pay for the towing and damages immediately!

(Vicki, lowers head):  Yes sir.

(Abby):  Can't you just have Mom zap them up a new car?

(Ben, upset):  ABBY!  That's not the way we solve our problems here. 

(Marauder):  Hey, Lassie likes to drive fast, but at least she saves it for the racetrack!

(Vicki):  HEY!

(Marauder):  You know, Vicki, I think you would be perfect for a demolition derby.

(Vicki, upset):  WHAT???  HOW DARE YOU!!!

(Marauder):  Let's go dear.  I'm just glad I'm married to a good driver.

Linda and Marauder take each other's hands and walk out.

(Abby, angry):  Stop making fun of Vicki, Doctor Demento!

They ignore them and continue walking out.

(Vicki, whining):  DAD!!!

(Ben, sternly):  I've heard you dish out insults randomly before.  Perhaps you can dish it out, but you can't take it...

Vicki fumes.

The scene is now on the porch of the Maddog Mansion.  Linda and Marauder walk out, then turn to each other and hug.

(Linda):  You really put it on Vicki down there, my love!

(Marauder):  Trust me.  Their insults turn into immature attitudes after a while.

(Linda, smiles):  We've got the whole day free.  Wanna go down to the racetrack?

(Marauder):  Oh, you want to take the old F1 car for a spin?

(Linda, smiles):  Well, actually, I had a better idea. (kisses him)

The scene is now at the Atlanta Motor Speedway.  A racing-configured sports car is zooming around the track at over 200 MPH.  In it, Linda is driving and Marauder is beside her.  They are both wearing white racing suits and helmets.  They exchange glances and smiles as they race.  Linda gently pats Marauder on the shoulder.

(Linda):  The family that races together, stays together, right?

(Marauder):  You bet!

They continue racing around the track.