Vanners the Little Car and the War

Dear diary,
I am finding my life not at all happy at this stage in my developement. Yesterday, Moon, my foster gardian, took me hear to this boarding school. I learned the reason was 'Moon is in the grand army.' Ha! I bet he was just sick and tired of taking care of me.
Normally I don't mind being at the boarding house, the head car Yellow makes things very enjoyable. However, right now Yeller is taking care of us, and he is a pain in the exhaust-pipe; all he talks about is fortune telling. He talks about the 'clairvoyant vibrations,' along with crystals balls and omens. The excuse for Yellow being absent was that he 'had to help Sergent Poolama carry out orders.'
Today, Yeller is going to give a grand speech on fortune-telling. I dread that so much that I am considering running away to badside. I would be put in the dungeon if I was caught running away, but I do not care. Leaving this terrible place, leaving honor and duty behind, I shall do it if I must.
I hear Yeller coming. He doesn't know about my diary; they are forbidden here, and if they weren't they would certainly be read by the head car.
Truly,
Vanners
Vanners closed his diary and put it under his bed as Cat the 'italian' car drove in.
"Signor Yeller would like Bambini Vanners to attend his meeting."Cat said.
"I'M NOT A BLOWN UP BEAN, PEA-FACE!" Vanners yelled." IF ANYONE THE BEAN THEN IT'S YOU!"
Cat fainted.
Snarling, Vanners drove to assembly room. Yeller had just started his speech.
"As we know, everyone," Yeller yelled." The clairvoyant vibrations aide us in crystal telling. You must be very quiet to keep them in the air." he continued, speaking still louder,"I AM GOING TO PREDICT SOMETHING!!!"he started staring into a huge white marble,"CRYSTAL BALL, WHO WILL BE THE KING OF BADSIDE AFTER THE WAR? BUGGIN SHALL BE KING AND THERE WILL BE PEACE AND PROSPERITY IN ALL THE LANDS!!!!!!!"
The cars clapped.
"COME UP HERE, VANNERS."Vanners drove up to the podium and Yeller dropped the ball on his roof, crumpling the metal."CRYSTAL BALL, WILL MY CRYSTAL BALL BE WHOLE FOREVER? YES, MY CRYSTAL BALL SAYS YE-"
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!
Vanners drove as fast as he possibly could off the podium. There were gasps as he barrelled through several cars, broke the ball, and went up to 150mph. He crashed through the door, leaving a huge hole in it, and zoomed up to his room and past Cat, who had just fainted.
As soon as Vanners got into his room he locked his door and shoved his bed against that.
Dear diary,
I am seriously thinking about turning Badcar after this war. Yeller made me so mad-"
Vanners wrote on for a long time after that. He never saw Klagbag throw two sticks of dynamite at his wall, and suddenly, he was sitting on a blackened couch in the living room and bricks and wood was raining down on him.
to be continued...