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Uh... There's a car show

at the Fairplex.

We could borrow parts

from the Hernandez brothers.

Yeah, I'm not really up

for that whole scene.

What? You used to

tear it up there.

Well, I mean, that was then.

Besides, this bucket of bolts

couldn't make it down there.

Whoa!

That's the Maggie I know!

What are you talking about?

I'm not doing this!

What'd you say?

OK, Mags!

Oh, my God.

It has more horsepower

than I expected.

Are you kidding me?

He just took off.

- He?

- Herbie!

OK, the car's name

is Herbie?

It wasn't my first choice.

Name came with the car.

Let's strip it down,

get rid of old parts.

- Maybe there's something to salvage.

- Works for me.

Go easy, Mags... Herbie.

What are you doing?

- Steering wheel's jammed.

- Left.

I can't turn it!

It's jammed!

OK!

OK! Easy!

Great. I'm being

carjacked by my own car!

OK. Watch the people.

Easy, easy.

Oh! That's the e-brake.

That should be

connected to something.

Oh, good.

They have valet parking.

Oh, man!

Sorry.

What are you doing?

You didn't want to come.

I didn't! It was Herbie!

That's funny, Mags.

"It was Herbie. "

- Hey. Where are you going?

- What?

- I'm so sorry.

- Her bad.

Step away

from the vehicle.

Maggie!

- What's up?

- What's up? How are you?

Pablo, Pancho.

Hey, what's up, guys?

- Hey!

- Hello!

- You look good!

- Yeah, what happened?

Thanks, guys.

Great to see you too.

Hey, is that your car?

No. No.

No, no. I don't know

whose that is.

Good thing,

'cause that thing is ugly!

Hey, Trip!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Nextel Cup Series champion,

Trip Murphy!

I hope you don't mind

I crashed your party.

When I'm in the

middle of a race,

swapping paint with

Dale Earnhardt, Jr. And Jeff Gordon,

you know what keeps me going?

It's you guys.

My fans.

And now, I'm going to give you

that same experience

in your very own living rooms.

Crash? What have you got for me?

Oh, wow. You guys

are in for a real treat.

It's my new video game.

"Trip Murphy:
Undefeated. "

All right.

You got a Sports Illustrated

shoot in an hour.

No sweat. I'll do two laps.

Keep the Sharpies handy.

And when women give you

their numbers, get photos.

I don't want

a replay of Phoenix.

- I do enough charity work already.

- OK.

Can I get your autograph?

Trip! Sign my head.

Yeah. Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

Yes! Trip Murphy signed my head!

- Where are you going?

- Anywhere but here.

I'm not gonna be

embarrassed again.

What about the car?

Crazy Dave can keep his cash.

I'll stick with my board.

You can't just leave it here.

Hello? Look around.

Somebody will take it.

What is with this car?

Like it's trying to embarrass me...

Look at this.

Some guy named Maxx

left these in the trunk...

You look great.

You got a tiny little spot

on your shirt. What happened?

- You're gonna change into those?

- Stand guard. No peeking.

Don't flatter yourself.

"No peeking. "

Oh. Hey.

- Oh, good. It fits. All zipped up.

- Let's go.

- Wait. Where are the keys?

- Uh, they're in the...

Oh!

Oh, whoa. Take it easy, guy.

All you gotta do is ask.

I'd wear a helmet too

if my ride looked like that.

Oops.

- Come on. Let's get out of here.

- Good idea, loser.

Get this car back to the circus

before Bozo puts out an APB.

Ha-ha. Good stuff.

Oh, my God!

OK. OK, OK!

What are you...?

Take it easy.

Oh...

Oh!

Ohhh! Oh, dude!

- What did you do?

- I swear to God, I did not do that!

OK, try telling that to him.

Race! Race! Race! Race!

Trip! You gonna take that?

Race, race, race!

I can't race. Get out there

and tell them I'm sorry!

I love that I have

to do this. Sure.

'Cause Trip and I

have such a good rapport.

Race! Race! Race!

What have I got to lose?

It's a Bug.

Open.

Oh, my God! Kevin!

Kevin! Help me!

Kevin! Kevin!

Mags! What are you doing?

Kevin!

What is going on?

I don't want to race!

Kevin! Kevin!

Race, race, race, race!

What are you trying to do,

you crazy little car?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

OK. So that's

how you want to do it?

I thought you said

you hadn't been racing.

- That was unbelievable!

- I know. Unbelievable.

Hey, Trip.

What do you say?

Get that camera out of my face!

Did you see me

come off that guardrail?

I saw... I don't know

how you did that.

All right. This is gonna

sound strange, but it wasn't me.

I think it was Herbie.

Herbie is a car.

You always said

they had personalities.

Yeah, personalities.

They're not possessed.

I can't explain it, but when Trip

blocked me on that final turn,

I wished I was on my skateboard

so I could rail-slide past.

Then Herbie did it.

It was like we were connected.

That makes perfect sense.

Cuckoo!

What are you doing?

Checking to make sure exhaust fumes

haven't gone back inside the car.

Kevin, I beat the reigning

NASCAR champion in a '63 Bug!

- How else do you explain that?

- How about,

you're an amazing racer

and proved it?

Why are you

afraid to admit that?

You beat Trip Murphy, on your own,

with this... hunk of junk.

Ow!

Hey. Admit it.

It felt great to be

behind the wheel again.

Yeah. It did.

That's what I thought.

The family's been

in racing for 40 years.

I won't let guys in suits

tell me what to do.

- These guys pay our bills.

- What do they know about racing?

They know not to back

a losing team!

- Another sponsor bite the dust?

- They come, they go.

That's business.

You got in late last night.

Let me direct you to the date

of birth on my license.

Let me direct you to the

address on that license.

My house, my rules.

- Hey, guys!

- Hey, Sally.

Hey, Sal. Don't tell me

you're pulling out too.

No. I'm making your day.

You're gonna love this.

Taking the sports world

by storm.

Here it is again.

Our exclusive footage of Trip Murphy

just getting scorched

in an impromptu street race.

And get this:

The competition was

a 1963 Volkswagen Beetle.

That's right, folks.

A '63 Bug.

I'll be back. Dad!

What did I do?

I sense you're looking

for an explanation.

You promised,

no more street racing.

Listen to me.

I almost lost you once.

- I'm not gonna let that happen again.

- At least let me explain first.

OK, go ahead.

I'm all ears.

I ran into Kevin.

Kevin? You aren't

in town 24 hours,

and goofy Kevin talks you

into street racing again.

Maggie. Do you think

I busted my butt

to put you through school

so you could get back behind

the wheel of a racecar?

- Dad, I wasn't even driving.

- Who was?

It was Kevin's friend, Maxx,

who was driving.

They wanted to challenge Trip,

so I let them borrow the car,

and it was a one-shot deal.

Promise?

I mean, yeah. Yeah.

Sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Whoever this Maxx guy is,

must be pretty good

if he beat Trip Murphy

in a little thing like that.

Not bad.

Life's a Trip.

Then you drive.

- Cut.

- I nailed that one.

I agree. I'd love

to try one more.

- It doesn't get much better than that.

- OK. Moving on!

- Can I talk to you?

- What is it?

The sponsors are all over me,

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