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You're gonna fix the road

under my supervision.

What? This place is crazy!

I know this may be

a bad time right now,

but you owe me $32,000

in legal fees.

What?

We're gonna hitch you up to Bessie,

and you're gonna pull her nice.

You gotta be kidding me.

You start there where the road begins.

You finish down there

where the road ends.

[Mater] Holy shoot!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

How long is this gonna take?

Well, fella does it right,

should take him about five days.

Five days?

But I should be in California

schmoozing Dinoco right now!

Then if I were you,

I'd quit yappin' and start workin'!

- Hook him up, Mater.

- Okay-dokey.

[Grunting]

[Tires squealing, engine rewing]

[Lightning] Freedom!

Maybe I should've

hooked him up to Bessie...

...and then...

then took the boot off.

Whoo-hoo!

Goodbye, Radiator Springs,

and goodbye, Bessie!

California, here I come! Yeah!

Oh, feel that wind.

Yes!

[Sputtering]

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Outta gas?

How can I be outta gas?

[Chuckling] Boy, we ain't

as dumb as you think we are.

[Stuttering] But how did,

how did... you...?

We siphoned your gas

while you were passed out.

- Ka-chow.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow.

- Gentlemen.

- Sheriff.

Hey, Sheriff.

- Why here?

- [Italian] Sono sempre stati qui.

- They were better before.

- Stai sempre a parlare.

- Guido!

- Red, can you move over?

I want to get a look

at that sexy hot rod.

You know, I used to be

a purty good whistler.

I can't do it now, of course,

on account of sometimes

I get fluid built up

in my engine block,

but Doc said he's gonna fix it.

He can fix about anything.

That's why we made him the judge.

Boy, you shoulda heard me on

Giddy-up, Oom Papa Mow Mow.

Now, I'm not one to brag

but people come purty far

to see me get low on the "Mow-Mow".

Oh!

- Aw, man, that's just great!

- Hey, what's wrong?

My lucky sticker's all dirty.

Ah, that ain't nothin'.

I'll clean it for ya.

- [Snorting, hacking]

- No, no, no!

That won't be necessary.

Hey! Hey, big fella!

Yeah, you in the red!

I could use a little hose down.

Help me wash this off.

Where's he goin'?

Oh, he's a little bit shy, and

he hates you for killin' his flowers.

I shouldn't put up with this.

I'm a precision instrument

of speed and aerodynamics.

- You hurt your what?

- I'm a very famous racecar!

You are a famous racecar?

A real racecar?

Yes, I'm a real racecar.

What do you think? Look at me.

I have followed racing my entire life.

My whole life!

Then you know who I am.

I'm Lightning McQueen.

- Lightning McQueen?

- Yes! Yes!

I must scream it to the world!

My excitement from the top

of someplace very high!

- Do you know many Ferraris?

- No, no, no, no, no.

They race on the European circuit.

I'm in the Piston Cup!

- [Lightning] What?

- Luigi follow only the Ferraris.

Is that what I think it is?

[Sally] Customers.

Customers!

Customers, everyone! Customers!

- [Sally] OK!

- Customers?

[Sally] Been a long time.

Remember what we rehearsed.

Make sure your

"Open, please come in" signs are out.

You all know what to do.

All right, nobody panics. Here we go!

Van, I just don't see

any on-ramp anywhere.

- Minny, I know exactly where we are.

- Yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere.

- Honey, please.

- [Sally] Hello.

Welcome to Radiator Springs,

gateway to Ornament Valley.

Legendary for

its service and hospitality.

How can we help you?

- We don't need anything, thank you.

- Ask for directions to the Interstate.

There's no need to ask for directions.

I know where we're going.

He did the same thing

on our trip to Shakopee.

We were headed over there

for the Crazy Days, and we...

- OK. Really. We're just peachy, OK?

- What you really need

is the sweet taste

of my homemade, organic fuel.

No, it doesn't agree with my tank.

- Just trying to find the Interstate.

- Good to see you, soldier!

Come on by Sarge's Surplus Hut

for your government surplus needs.

- Honey, surplus!

- We have too much surplus.

I do have a map

over at the Cozy Cone Motel.

And if you stay, we offer a free

Lincoln Continental breakfast.

- Honey, she's got a map.

- I don't need a map! I have the GPS.

- Never need a map again, thank you.

- How 'bout somethin' to drink?

Stop at Flo's V-Eight Cafe.

Finest fuel on Route 66.

No we just topped off.

And if you need tires,

stop by Luigi's Casa Della Tires,

home of the Leaning Tower of Tires.

- We're trying to find the Interstate.

- But you do need a paint job.

Ramone will paint you up right.

Hey, anything you want!

- You know, like a flame job.

- No thanks...

Maybe ghost flames!

You like old school pinstripin'?

Von Dutch style?

- [Both gasp]

- Oh, honey, look. Von Dutch.

[Chuckling] OK, no.

We're gonna be going now, OK?

Ow!

[Laughs] A little somethin'

to remember us by, OK?

- OK!

- Come back soon, OK?

I mean, you know where we are!

Tell your friends!

[Van] OK! Yes. You bet.

Thanks again, folks.

Bye-bye now.

Psst! Psst!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- I know how to get to the Interstate!

- Do ya?

- Minny, no.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, not really. But listen.

I'm Lightning McQueen, famous racecar.

I'm being held against my will.

I need you to call my team,

so they can come rescue me

and get me to California in time for me

to win the Piston Cup. Understand?

- [Locks beeping]

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, it's the truth! I'm telling you!

You gotta help me! Don't leave me here!

I'm in hillbilly hell!

My IQ's dropping by the second!

I'm becoming one of them!

- [Lightning echoes]

- [Sighing]

OK, don't worry.

They know where we are now.

They'll tell friends. You'll see.

[Male DJ] We'll be back

for our Hank Williams marathon...

- That's good.

...after a Piston Cup update.

[Kori] Still no sign of Lightning

McQueen. Chick arrived in California

and today became the first car

to spend practice time on the track.

[Chick] It's nice to get out here

before the other competitors.

You know, get a head start.

Gives me an edge.

[Electronic music]

[Laughing]

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Ha-ha!

Yeah!

[Crowd shouting and cheering]

[Girls chattering and giggling]

Hey, McQueen...

Eat your heart out.

[Gasping] Oh!

Let me get this straight.

I can go when this road is done.

That's the deal, right?

- That's what they done did said.

- OK. Outta my way.

I got a road to finish.

[Grunting and rewing]

- He's done!

- Done?

- Uh-huh.

- It's only been an hour.

- [Bessie groans]

- Ah, I'm done. Look, I'm finished.

Say thanks, and I'll be on my way.

That's all you gotta say.

[Mater] Whee-hoo!

I'm the first one on the new road!

Oh!

[Vibrating] It rides purty smooth.

- It looks awful!

- Well, it matches the rest of the town.

- Oh!

- [Blubbering]

Red.

Who do you think you are?

Look, Doc said when I finish,

I could go. That was the deal.

The deal was you fix the road,

not make it worse.

Now, scrape it off!

Start over again.

Hey, look, grandpa,

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