"This is one of my favouritist places," said the Wabbit."Mine too," said Lapinette. "What rules shall we make?" asked Lapinette sensibly. "Rules?" said the Wabbit and looked uncomfortable. "Yes, we must have rules and race etiquette," said Lapinette and took out a notebook. "OK," said the Wabbit. "When the lights go green we race madly to the bottom and then race back up again." “That’s not a rule," said Lapinette," it's an objective." "First one back buys a Gala Dinner," said the Wabbit. Lapinette thought for a minute and then she quietly nodded her head. "It'll be worth it," she smiled. The Wabbit thought about that for a minute. "Maybe there should be rules," he said. "No car touching," said Lapinette. "No special fuel additives," said the Wabbit. There was a sudden groan from Turbina the Jet Car and they heard the sound of sulking. "No new accessories or modifications," said the Wabbit. "And definitely no rude gestures," said Lapinette. Now it was the Wabbit's turn to groan long and loud. "How shall we know if everything is proper and fair?" asked the Wabbit, feeling under pressure. "I've invited someone special," said Lapinette. "Someone to monitor and control the race." "And who might that special someone be?" asked the Wabbit. Lapinette's eyes flashed upwards and the Wabbit followed her glance. "Sergio Marchionne!" exclaimed the Wabbit. "Who better?" asked Lapinette. "Here comes the Judge," said the Wabbit solemnly.
