One day, Richard decided to go to Fabuland on an exploration. He was a famous artist, and was looking for inspiration and new (well, old) materials for his creations. He found a lot of inspiration (and survided a brief trip to a mysterious and dangerous part of Fabuland called Histeria Lane X-O ), and he created new staues, poems and movies. These works gained him some billion dollard. Nontheless, he felt insatisfied. He sensed he missed something.
One night, while he was wandering, sleepless, in his 100+ rooms house, he knew it. He was missing that humble little rusty truck he had seen in a back alley in Fabuland! [Psycological note: it all went beck to his childhood, when he used to play on his Uncle truck at the old family farm :'-) ].
As soon as the sun rised, he went for a new journey to Fabuland. He didn't remember the exact location of that back alley, and he was advised not to enter the Histeria Lane any more (voices of terrible murders and crimes spread from that part of Fabuland *skull* ). In the end, summoning his courage, and accompained by his faithful dog, Ralph, and his best friend Shootie (a shotgun he carried with him since his military days >:-) ), he entered the most feared part of that country, of that very town. There, in a dark passage behind and abbandone, crumbled shelter for the homeless (they said the spirits of the homeless still wandered the shelter, screaming in the moonlit nights and cursing the dead elephant who built it with megablocks), he found it. To tell the truth, he was about to leave that place, convinced to be on a false track, when Ralph barked, pointing to the abandoned chassis of a broken and torn old mechanical thing. It was all that remainded of the once beautiful (with a bit of imagination ;-) ) truck. Faithful to his decision, Richard took the poor thing and traveled it to his house.
For almost 3 full months, Richard worked night and day in his large laboratory, using all the art he had learned in his youth (he started off as 'prentice in a garage). After that, he came out of the laboratory, slept for 2 days, and ate all he could put his hands on. Ralph never left his side.
And then, one bright morning, the two of them were seen by the astonished folk around the streets, passing by aboard the new, shiny, fantastic HotRed (what a glorious and imaginative name, uh? :-/ ). Richard and Ralph's dreame had come true, the old Fabuland track (well, its chassis) had been resurrected into a new powerful vehicle!