So why not make a late-night run out of town by the speed of his own two feet? Seattle sounded nice this time of year. And listening to the police radio’s frequencies like Donut Lord had taught him . . . well, it was just the perfect soundtrack for a one-hedgehog road trip.

That’s how Sonic found himself weaving in and out of a high-speed police chase after a stolen armored truck. His signature red sneakers left a track of flames on the ground. The bright blue shine of his quills got an electric super charge. And he even found time to pick up a chili dog off a street vendor!

-Chapter 1