[s8e2] A La Cart -

"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.

Through a combination of sheer luck and Joe accidentally getting distracted by a particularly majestic hawk in the sky, Peter found himself neck-and-neck with the leaders. The final stretch was a blur of noise and chaos. The chewing gum was melting. The woodchipper engine was screaming. Just as they crossed the finish line—narrowly edging out Joe—the kart didn't just stop; it disintegrated. The wheels rolled off in four different directions, and the seat collapsed into a pile of splinters. [S8E2] A La Cart

"Ready to eat my dust, Peter?" Joe shouted over the roar of the engines, his jaw set in that permanent state of intensity. "Dad, I don't think the engine should be

The drama had started, as most things in the Griffin household did, with a sudden, unearned surge of confidence. Peter and Chris had decided to bond by building a go-kart for the local derby. However, their "engineering" process mostly involved Peter drinking beer while Chris tried to figure out if the wheels were supposed to be round or "more of a hexagon shape for grip." The chewing gum was melting

"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.

Peter sat on the bare asphalt, clutching the bumper car steering wheel, a look of pure triumph on his face. He looked at Chris, who was covered in soot and shaking.

By race day, the "Griffin Ground-Pounder" was a terrifying sight. It had no seatbelts, a steering wheel stolen from a bumper car, and an exhaust pipe that emitted a sound like a dying walrus. Their primary rival was none other than the oversized, hyper-competitive Joe Swanson, who had built a high-tech kart for Kevin that looked like it had been designed by NASA.