Sara decided it was probably just her imagination. Sports cars couldn't laugh.

"I didn't help you," Bad Boy's electronic voice said. "I merely refrained from disclosing your precise location. Had Mr. Prince enquired about your whereabouts, I would have confessed."

WOW! This car could REALLY talk a lot!

Sara thumped it on its side. "You would NOT! You're too cool to rat me out!"

The sports car didn't respond. But she could definitely hear its machinery spinning around now, as if it was getting agitated.

"Do you like me?" she asked it curiously.

For some reason, it took Bad Boy a very long time to respond to her question.

She could really hear a flurry of different sounds now, from buzzing, to clanking, to clicking inside its engine. It seemed as if her question had forced the sports car to think outside its normal range of technology.

"Yes," the sports car finally said.

Sara screamed in delight, jumping up and down. "Bad Boy, you're the greatest," she said. She threw her arms around its metal side and kissed it.

When the sports car realized what she'd done, it went berserk.

Its car alarm went off, forcing Sara to cover her ears.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Its metal body began to shudder and shake.

To Sara's astonishment, the sports car zoomed backwards and then TOOK OFF at what looked like a million miles an hour. It sped in a dizzying blur of mindless circles around the driveway's large water fountain.

Sara stared in complete shock, watching the car zoom around and around in a circle, honking like crazy.

Bentley burst out of his front door.

"WHAT'S GOING ON OUT HERE?" he yelled angrily. His eyes bulged in alarm when he saw his car speeding in a frenzy around the circular driveway.

"HOOOOLY CRAAAAP!" he hollered.

He turned his fierce blazing eyes on Sara. "What did you do to my car?"

Sara blinked rapidly back at him, blushing. "I...uh...I may have kissed him," she said meekly.

Bentley's fury vanished. He looked confused. "You kissed my car?"

Sara sighed. "I'm sorry. I did it without really thinking."

Bentley started to laugh. Then he laughed even harder. He bent down, placing his hands on his knees. When he finally looked back up at Sara, he had tears in his eyes.

"Thanks for that. You turned my awesome car into a friggin' looney tune," Bentley said, wiping his eyes. He chuckled softly as he walked over to where his sports car continued its beeping loop of madness around the driveway.

Bentley raised his arms up high in the air like a general commanding an army. "BAD BOY! BE STILL!" he ordered.

The sports car immediately slid to a deafening, screeching stop. Smoke rose up from its tires, where the rubber had burned against the pavement.

Bentley spun back around to face Sara. His expression had become stony again. But she could see a faint trace of humor still twinkling in his eyes.

"Come inside, Sara. We'll have dinner," he said simply.