Fire at the Warehouse

Morning in Motorville was sizzling—hot not just on the thermometer, but in the air too!
The transforming cars were waking up, revving their engines, washing off the dust, and cheerfully slamming their doors.

Flare, the city’s chief firefighter, sprayed himself with cool water from his hose, polished his headlights until they sparkled, and filled his tank with fresh, chilly water.

“A hot day today… I just hope it doesn’t get too hot!” he muttered with a sigh.