In the underground garage, Shang-Chi stared at the red 1980s Beetle in front of him. He couldn't believe Anton was sitting in the driver's seat. "What is this?"
"This piece of junk isn't even as big as Zack's shoes!"
Shang-Chi looked at Anton with disdain. "I heard Hell's Kitchen kids can pick locks and steal cars..."
"There are so many good cars over there, and this is what you found for us?"
Anton helplessly slapped his bald head. "But I'm a gunrunner's son. Stealing cars is something poor people have to do."
Anton looked at Shang-Chi impatiently. "Are you getting in or not? Once we're out of here, I can use my card to buy a fast car at any dealership. Hurry up..."
Shang-Chi glanced at the Beetle's pitifully small back seat, then at Zack's massive frame. He said irritably, "You don't know how to steal cars either? You're a Black Man..."
Zack put an arm around Julie and looked at Shang-Chi with displeasure. "Hey, man, that's racism!"
Zack noticed the strange expression on Shang-Chi's face. He hesitated, then said awkwardly, "Besides, I promised Dad Parker..."
As Shang-Chi's expression grew increasingly contemptuous, Zack helplessly raised his hands and gestured at the luxury sedans around them. "Fine, I can't handle cars this fancy. They've got onboard computers and don't even have keyholes.
"We should've had Donatello sort out a car before we let them leave..."
Shang-Chi looked at the wretched Beetle in despair, then glanced back at his Humvee. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Get in."
When Zack didn't move, Shang-Chi said, "Get in..."
Zack glanced at the Beetle's back seat, then looked at Shang-Chi. "You first..."
Shang-Chi said irritably, "You first..."
Zack put an arm around Julie's shoulders and glared with his bull-like eyes. "You've got to be kidding. How