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Thanks, dear.

Wouldn't be nothing without you.

Kch-i-ka-chow!

- I'm Mia.

- I'm Tia.

[Both] We're, like, your biggest fans!

Ka-chow!

I love being me.

- [Police] OK, girls, that's it.

- We love you, Lightning!

[Chuckles]

Hey, buddy.

You're one gutsy racer.

Oh, hey, Mr. The King.

You got more talent in one lug nut

than a lot of cars has got

in their whole body.

- Really? Oh, that...

- But you're stupid.

- Excuse me?

- This ain't a one-man deal, kid.

You need to wise up and get

a good crew chief and a good team.

You ain't gonna win

unless you got good folks behind you,

[voice dwindling] and you let them

do their job, like they should.

- Like I tell the boys at the shop...

- A good team.

- Yeah...

- [electronic music]

Ka-chow! Ka-pow!

[Crowd cheering]

[Screaming]

[Cheering]

Oh, Lightning!

If you figure that out

you just gonna be OK.

Oh, yeah, that...

That is spectacular advice.

Thank you, Mr. The King.

- [Fanfare]

- [Bob] Ladies and gentlemen,

for the first time

in Piston Cup history...

[rewing] A rookie

has won the Piston Cup.

Yes!

[Bob]... we have a three-way tie.

- [Crowd cheers]

- [Cameras flash]

[Chuckling] Hey,

that must be really embarrassing.

But I wouldn't worry about it.

Because I didn't do it!

[Bob] Piston Cup officials

have determined that a tiebreaker race

between the three leaders

will be held in California in one week.

Well, thank you! Thanks to

all of you out there! Thank you!

[Whispering] Hey, first one to

California gets Dinoco all to himself.

No, not me!

No, you rock, and you know that!

Oh, yeah! Whoo!

Yep! All right! Got it!

"First one to California

gets Dinoco all to himself."

Oh, we'll see

who gets there first, Chick.

Huh?

- Hey, kid! Congrats on the tie.

- I don't want to talk about it.

Let's go, Mack. Saddle up.

What'd you do with my trailer?

- I parked it at your sponsor's tent.

- What?

Gotta make your personal appearance.

No. No! No, no, no, no!

Yes, yes, yes!

Lightning McQueen here.

And I use Rust-eze Medicated

Bumper Ointment, new rear end formula!

Nothing soothes a rusty bumper

like Rust-eze.

Wow! Look at that shine!

Use Rust-eze and you too

can look like me!

Ka-chow!

[Both laughing]

I met this car from Swampscott.

He was so rusty

he didn't even cast a shadow.

- You could see his dirty undercarriage.

- [Crowd laughs]

[Groaning] I hate rusty cars.

This is not good for my image.

They did give you your big break.

Besides, it's in your contract.

Oh, will you stop, please?

Just go get hooked up.

- Winter is a grand old time.

- Of this there are no ifs or buts.

[Male 1] But remember,

all that salt and grime...

Can rust your bolts and freeze your...

Hey, look! There he is!

Our almost champ!

[Male 1] Get your rear end in here.

Lightning McQueen,

you are wicked fast!

- That race was a pisser!

- You were booking!

- Give me a little room.

- You're my hero!

Yes, I know. [chuckles]

"Fred." Fred, thank you.

He knows my name.

He knows my name!

Looking good, Freddie!

Thanks to you, Lightning,

we had a banner year!

We might clear enough

to buy you some headlights.

You saying he doesn't have headlights?

That's what I'm telling ya.

They're stickers!

Well, you know,

racecars don't need headlights,

because the track is always lit.

Yeah, well, so is my brother,

but he still needs headlights.

[Laughing]

[Forced laughter]

- Ladies and gentlemen,

- [both] Lightning McQueen!

[Crickets chirping]

Free Bird!

You know, the Rust-eze Medicated

Bumper Ointment team

ran a great race today.

And remember, with a little Rust-eze...

[whispering] And an insane

amount of luck,

...you too, can look like me.

Ka-chow.

- Hey, kid.

- We love ya.

And we're looking forward

to another great year.

Just like this year!

Not on your life.

- Don't drive like my brother!

- Yeah, don't drive like my brother!

California, here we come!

Dinoco, here we come!

[Rascal Flatts:
Life is a Highway]

[Birds chirping]

[Phone ringing]

[Moaning] Oh... oh... uh,

I needed this. Hello?

[Male] Is this Lightning McQueen,

the world's fastest racing machine?

Is this Harv,

the world's greatest agent?

And it is such an honor

to be your agent

that it almost hurts me to take

ten percent of your winnings.

Merchandising. And ancillary rights in

perpetuity. Anyway, what a race, champ!

I didn't see it,

but I heard you were great.

Thanks, Harv.

Listen, they're giving you 20 tickets

for the tiebreaker thing in Cali.

I'll pass 'em on to your friends.

Shoot me the names.

- You let Harv rock it for you, baby.

- Right. Friends.

Yes, there's...

OK, I get it, Mr. Popular.

So many you can't even narrow it down.

Hey, when you get to town,

you better make time

for your best friend!

Break bread

with your mishpocheh here!

That'd be great!

We should totally...

OK, I gotta jump, kid.

Let me know how it goes. I'm out.

- [Dial tone hums]

- [Sighing]

- [Melodic beeping]

- [Wheels squeaking]

[Lightning] What? A minivan?

Come on, you're in the slow lane.

This is Lightning McQueen

you're hauling here.

Just stopping off

for a quick breather, kid.

- Old Mack needs a rest.

- Absolutely not.

We're driving all night till we

get to California. We agreed to it.

All night? May I remind you

federal DOT regs state...

Come on, I need to get there

before Chick and hang with Dinoco.

[Mack groans]

All those sleeping trucks.

Hey, kid,

I don't know if I can make it.

Oh, sure you can, Mack.

Look, it'll be easy.

I'll stay up with you.

- All night?

- All night long.

[Snoring]

[Engines slowing]

[Snoring, gasping, blubbering]

[Grunting]

[Snoring] Uh!

[Blubbering]

- [Rap music]

- [Engines rewing]

[Sniffing] Ah-choo!

[Laughing]

- Hey, yo, D.J.

- What up?

- We got ourselves a nodder.

- [Chuckling]

[Kenny G:
Songbird]

Pretty music. [snoring]

Yo, Wingo! Lane change, man.

- Right back at ya!

- Yeah!

- Oops! I missed.

- You going on vacation?

[All laugh]

[Snoring]

[Snoring]

- [Chuckling]

- [Sniffling]

- Oh, no, Snot Rod...

- He's gonna blow!

Ah... Ah... Ah-choo!

Gesundheit!

One should never drive while drowsy.

- [Tires squealing]

- [Horns honking]

- [Honking loudly]

- [Screaming]

- Uh! Ah!

- [All honking]

[Breathing heavily] Mack!

- [Grunting]

- [Horns honking]

Mack!

Mack!

Hey, Mack! Mack!

Mack!

Mack, wait for me! [engine rewing]

[Tires squealing]

Mack!

[Bell ringing]

[Horn bellowing]

Mack! Mack!

Mack! Mack...

...wait up! [coughing] Mack.

Mack! Mack!

What? You're not Mack.

Mack? I ain't no Mack!

I'm a Peterbilt, for dang sake!

[Peterbilt]

Turn on your lights, you moron!

Mack... The Interstate!

[Tires squealing]

- [Engine roaring]

- Huh?

Not in my town, you don't.

[Siren wailing]

Oh, no.

- Oh, maybe he can help me!

- [Sheriff backfiring]

He's shooting at me!

Why is he shooting at me?

[Backfiring]

I haven't gone this fast in years.

[Grunting] I'm gonna

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