Chapter 288: This Activity Can Be Inactive, But It Must Be Active

“Alright! Crazy Shark nailed the finish line with a final time of 1 minute 20 seconds! Solid result! Kickin’ off strong for us!”
As Colonel Joe’s pumped-up voice blasts out, the wild Shark-Eagle grinds to a halt amid flying grass chunks.
Since soapbox racers lack brakes, drivers often stop by smashing into haystacks post-finish.
The camera zooms in on this battered Shark-Eagle sculpture.
The shark’s front snout’s flattened, its wings ripped off from earlier turbulence.
The two ‘motion-sensing cabins’ are totally trashed, with only the cabin covers still dangling around the drivers’ necks.
Both dudes look hyped.
“Epic run! Let’s get an interview!”
The host, waiting at the finish, steps up, shoving the mic toward the brothers in the cabins:
“As the first global debut team, you crushed it out the gate and snagged the opening win. What’s on your mind?”
The mic hits the older brother in the cabin. He grabs it, buzzing with excitement:
“Big thanks for the love! Stoked to join and finish this wild race!”
“Then I gotta shout out our boss, Victor Lang, for the trust and backing—he designed this beast solo!”
With the brother’s words and wave, the camera cuts!
A close-up of Victor’s shocked, deer-in-headlights face flashes on the big screen and every live feed!
After two seconds of pure stun, Victor rises amid Gus Harper’s smirks and nods, flashing an awkward grin—uglier than a grimace—and waves at the camera.
The crowd loses it—
“Haha…”
“Feels like Victor’s grinding his teeth to dust.”
“Gus next to him’s got that shady smirk, hahahaha…”
“Where’d IndieVibe dig up these clowns? Hahahahaha…”
“Bet that cabin bro’s fired tomorrow for stepping in left-foot-first.”
“Even with the thanks, feels like they’re dodging the blame for the Shark-Eagle mess.”
“Cabins: Fire me if you want—I’m yelling it—The Shark-Eagle’s Victor’s brainchild!!!”
Laughing my ass off…
…
Killer start!
The Shark-Eagle’s debut and that boss-callout interview turned the event into a laugh riot.
But just when folks thought it peaked…
Weirder abstract cars and hilarious chaos kept rolling in!
There’s the 【Suicide Truck】—
A massive polar bear rises on the lift platform, and the crowd erupts!
This bear statue, carved from eco-foam, looks real as heck, sporting the Golden Bull logo on its back. Crafted with insane detail, it sits on a four-wheeled trailer towed by a lead cart.
Fans are hyped!
No doubt—this is Nebula’s ride, following IndieVibe.
Compared to the Shark-Eagle, Nebula’s design’s slicker and way cooler!
But then—
Two drivers pop from behind the bear, strut to the front, and drop some swagger moves!
One’s in black, one’s in white, with “Ctrl+C” and “Ctrl+V” scrawled on their gear.
‘? ? ?’
Question marks flood the screen!
“You’re not serious, right?”
“Damn copy-paste crew!”
“Old-school tricks, huh?”
‘Huh???’,
“Hahahahahaha, you guys went all out…”
“Is this allowed?”
“So abstract, this is freaking abstract…”
“That little bear’s kinda dope now, I’m into it.”
“Bear’s cuter since Ethan Vance roughed it up.”
“Go! Suicide Truck!”
“Hahahahahaha…”
…
Then there’s 【Pharaoh’s Tomb Relocation】—
EPT, a Bull Beverage supplier from Egypt, fused pyramid vibes into their car.
A four-sided pyramid lifts into view, and the crowd cheers wild!
“Oh man, a pyramid!”
“So creative!”
“Every car’s a brain-blast fest!”
“But… how’s it driven?”
“Yeah, that tight frame doesn’t scream driver’s seat…”
But then—click—all eyes lock on.
A crack splits the pyramid’s top.
Out pops a driver in a pharaoh mask, rising like a boss.
Whoosh—
The pyramid rockets down the hill, nailing a slick drift by luck.
The crowd’s on fire!
“Holy crap! Pyramid’s drifting!”
‘Hahahaha my mom’s kicking me out to laugh…’
“Too wild. Didn’t know Bull’s crew was this extra.”
“You can skip life for this, but not the grind.”
“Hide it! Don’t let Britain snag this tech, or Egypt’s pyramids are museum-bound tomorrow.”
“Britain: Roger that! Museum shift starts!”
‘Owned! Straight-up owned!’
‘Pharaoh’s Tomb Relocation’
“Stop, my sides hurt from laughing.”
“Can’t laugh anymore, seriously…”
…
Next up, 【Third Sister Gets on the Car】—
“Alright, CSTG’s monkey cart cleared the first ramp! Bumpy but steady, speed’s rock-solid!”
Over the car’s rumble, with Colonel Joe’s call, Yin grips the wheel, planted in the four-wheeler. Flanking him are cardboard monkeys, painted by Lily and Nana—looking legit.
Behind, in a chain-linked cabin, his cousin sits tall, helmet on, hands clamped on the bars.
Swoosh—!!!
“Splash! Monkey Cart nails the pool run!”
“Speed dipped a bit, but he’s got the fastest time yet!”
“If he holds this, he’ll top Crazy Shark for first!”
Colonel Joe throws his arms up, yelling:
“Final turns ahead! New record’s in sight!”
“Come on! Monkey Cart! You got this!”
But—Joe’s words barely land!
Hitting the curve at 30 km/h, Yin yanks the wheel to dodge a haystack!
Crack!
The chain snaps under the jolt.
Cousin yells, “Hey hey hey—Damn!!!”,
Bang!
Hay flies as cousin flips into the stack!
Yin glances back, spotting the tail:
“Hey? Hey! Crap, my ride’s toast! Cousin! You good? Hahahaha…!”
Cousin’s fine—full gear and soft hay saved him.
But…
“Hey! What’s with the holdup? I ain’t even in yet!”
Cousin, hay-tufted, chases the track, yelling.
“Can’t stop! Hustle faster! Move it, cuz!”
Yin laughs, looking back.
Chaos erupts—live chat lags hard—
“Third Sis—hop in quick—!”
“Hahahahahahahahaha…”
“Third Sis, where you at—!”
“So annoying, hahahahaha”
“Cuz’s neck’s short enough, gear makes it worse.”
‘Laughing till I die’
“This clip’s my joy ‘til next New Year.”
“Hahahahahaha…”
‘Colonel Joe’s the MVP’
“Go! Monkey Cart!”
“You got it!”
“Instant jinx, I’m impressed”
“So hilarious, I’m losing it…”
‘Ha ha ha ha…’
…
And the top-tier 【Protecting the Pilot】—
“No way? We’re in? I didn’t sign anyone up?!”
On the viewing deck, Gus Harper stares at the BT7274 cockpit car rising on the lift.
Then at the pilot—uniform on, helmeted, hair whipping in the wind.
What the—why’s my own head in the game?
“Course I did!”
Beside him, Zoey Parker chuckles smugly, a sly glint in her eyes.
Gus goes silent, a bad vibe creeping in.
No surprise—
As the grand finale, BT7274 and Cooper Pilot ignite global fans the second they roll out!
“BT start!”
Colonel Joe shouts:
“BT7274, star of WindyPeak’s Titanfall, and his pilot, Kubo, tear down the track! Steady launch!”
Rumble—
The heavy car clears the slope, jumps the ramp, splashes the puddle.
Clearly, its weight’s maxed out for the race.
The low-slung frame nearly scrapes, but the hard plastic shell keeps it smooth.
But that weight? It’s a speed killer—soapbox cars got no power.
Sure enough—
Post-puddle, mid-curve, after two shaky turns—
Lulu—thud—
“BT’s stuck on the haystack, outta juice,” the announcer calls.
“But the finish is close. Pilot can push it… Wait? What’s he doing?!”
A scream follows.
The driver pops the cockpit, steps out—not pushing, but pulling a mini blower from his waist.
Then a big balloon from his jacket.
He hooks the blower to the balloon.
Hiss—
The aqua-blue balloon puffs up fast.
The “Iron Pilot” plops it on the seat.
Turns the car, aims at the finish, and shoves!
Whoosh!
BT, balloon-loaded, zooms backward!
The pilot drops to his knees, reaching desperately as it rolls off!
Grass—!!!
Gus gets it—his DNA kicks in—
【BT: Protocol Three, Protecting the Pilot】
【Cooper: B——T——!!!】
Rolling—
BT crosses the line.
The balloon pops!
BANG!!!
Ribbons fly, and the world loses it—
“Gah!!!!”
‘Too wild! Can’t handle it!’
‘Hahahahahaha screw you!’
‘Saw the balloon, knew the move!’
“The Ark, huh?! Protocol Three?! Protecting the Pilot?!”
‘Hahahahahaha look, Gus is face-palming…’
“Laughed till I puked. Gus is speechless, hahahahaha…”
Gus wakes up at midnight: Is he nuts?
“So abstract…”
‘Genius play! Match MVP!!!’
“Who’s this? Cosplay’s on point!”
‘Even Gus is clueless!’
“Here we go! Post-match interview!”
…
With the crowd’s buzz and hype—
On screen, host Joe greets the slick Pilot:
“What a crazy challenge twist! With the crowd’s cheers and live energy, you’re today’s standout idea!”
The Pilot’s helmet-muffled laugh hits:
“Hahaha, thanks, thanks, thanks everyone.”
“So we noticed you rolled as a WindyPeak driver, but prez and director Gus seemed clueless?”
Joe cues the cut.
Gus’s close-up shows a shrug and hands-up—total shock, confirming Joe’s hunch.
He’s got no clue who this driver is—or that WindyPeak’s crew signed up.
Joe cracks up:
“So, mystery man, spill your identity?”
The crowd holds its breath, live viewers gaping.
Who’s this? Why’s he in without WindyPeak’s knowledge? And why’s he nailing Titanfall’s classic beat?
Under all eyes—
The driver nods: “Sure.”
Then slowly bends down…