I especially love the top picture. It's just adorable.

Ohhh that alleged car. I have one. A '92 BMW 525i fondly dubbed "Das Frankenbimmer" for the fact that there's probably not a single more beat up German car on the roads of Texas as we speak. Even if it is missing a headlight, sixty percent of the front bumper, half of the back, and an interior so worn that'd not even the most desperate fiend would bother shuffling through it for valuables. And plus it begins to tremble any time it gets near fifty mph.

But as the saying goes, it drives.

No. More Alleged Cars, mister, like right this second.

That is a wonderful...somewhat of a car. I feel bad for the car, I can't imagine it enjoys playing host to them both...at least one of them more than the other. The question though is does the car dislike the owner, or the excess of a passenger there

The car hates everything! It wishes it could rust in peace.

In seriousness, this particular universe isn't quite toony enough that cars have feelings. They're just cars.