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Herbie's really special.

Come on. Nobody's gonna

take you seriously in that thing.

Now, if, uh,

you drive home

in Trip Murphy's stock car,

your dad would be an idiot

not to put you on the team.

What do you say? For pinks?

All right.

You just better hope your boy Maxx

is on top of his game tomorrow.

Ray, if you drank all the

orange juice, I'll kill you.

- Mag-Wheels!

- Charisma!

- Why aren't you in France?

- Ugh! Paris was a drag.

I couldn't understand anybody.

And hello!

Learn to pick up

after our poodles.

I thought I'd come back to start

our road trip early.

Slight problem. I promised

I'd meet a friend in the desert.

Why? Are you burying a body?

No, he's in a racing tournament.

You think you're clever,

but I see through you.

You can?

It's obvious.

You're dating him.

OK, if you say so.

Don't be coy. What's his name?

Is it serious?

Maxx. You know, we're so close,

it's like we're the same person.

What are you doing?

Where have you been?

In a nightmare where my dad,

brother and best friend showed up.

Well, you got a new problem.

Herbie's freaking out.

I don't know what to do.

Stop it!

Did you leave him alone

with Trip?

Hey, Maggie!

- Who's that?

- Keep her away from my dad.

And she thinks

I'm dating Maxx.

Just don't ask me to explain.

Five-minute warning.

Get suited up.

And have a heart-to-heart

with your car. OK?

Yeah. Sure.

- Where you been?

- Excuse me.

I'm Kevin!

You must be Charisma, yes?

- Good to meet you.

- I just came back.

- I had the worst time...

- Herbie. What's going on?

I don't have time for this now.

We need to beat Trip.

Just get a grip. You're a car.

You do what I tell you to do,

all right?

Boo!

It's winner take all at the

Trip Murphy

Sudden Death Showdown.

Maxx decimated

his challengers yesterday,

but now he's up against

superstar Trip Murphy!

And now here comes Maxx

and Herbie to the starting line.

Blow his wheels off, Maggie!

I mean, Maxxie!

Come on, Herbie!

He's pulling ahead!

That's it, Herbie.

Come on!

I want that stock car!

What?

Oh!

Stupid car!

You blew this on purpose!

You were supposed to help me!

The voice is more high-pitched

than I might have imagined.

Come on, Maxx.

Take off the helmet and show

everybody who you really are.

- It's a chick!

- That ain't a chick! That's Maggie!

I guess I was wrong about you.

You're not the next

great Peyton after all.

You're just another amateur

who choked in the clutch.

Mags! Maggie.

Hey. Hey, come on.

Come on. Stop this.

You had a bad day.

That's it. OK?

Come on. Let's get out of here,

take Herbie back to the garage.

- There's always another race.

- There's not. Kevin, it's over.

I should have never done

this in the first place.

That's...

- Hey. Whoa. Get away from him!

- Hold it, buddy! Take it easy.

- OK. All right! Easy!

- Wait a minute.

- Maggie didn't tell you?

- What?

We were racing for pinks.

It was a little deal we made

after I let her race my car.

She said it was

the best ride of her life.

Please tell me

you didn't do that.

Look, Kevin, I'm sorry.

OK? I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to Herbie.

He's the one

you stabbed in the back.

- How could you lie to me?

- I can explain.

Your word

used to mean something.

I thought I taught you honesty.

Guess I was wrong.

- Dad, wait!

- I'm through listening, Maggie.

- Don't hurt him!

- It's a car!

Payback time, Bug.

I can't believe you were pulling

a Racer X on everybody.

I thought this was

a conversation-free ride.

We've been friends for years.

I've never known

the real you until today.

A lying backstabber

who alienated

everyone she cares about.

You don't get it.

You were awesome out there.

Why go to New York?

You belong behind

the wheel of a racecar.

- Grab the wheel!

- What are you doing?

Sorry.

Look, I'm really excited

about this new career.

Are you going to be happy

to report the story

rather than being one yourself?

Trip, we need to talk.

Amateur hour's over.

I've got a real race to prepare for.

I want to buy Herbie back.

- Herbie?

- The Volkswagen.

Oh, yeah, the Bug.

I'm sorry. I'd like to help you,

but you're a little late.

Crash just took him out

for a little spin.

Trip, what did you do

with him?!

Ten cars enter! One car leaves!

Ten cars enter! One car leaves!

Ten cars enter!

One car leaves!

Ten cars enter! One car leaves!

Ten cars enter!

One car...

Yeah!

Ten cars enter!

One car leaves!

Drivers! Are you ready?

Get set!

Let's go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Drivers only.

- No, wait.

You don't understand.

That's my car out there.

Well, now, you parked it

in the wrong place.

My name's Jimmy D.

This here's my place,

and that there car

belongs to me.

How much to buy him back?

If he comes out

of this thing in one piece,

I'll just give him back

to you free. How's that?

Whoo! Monster trucks rock!

I'm gonna wipe that Bug

off my windshield!

Don't just sit there!

Do you work out?

Yeah, actually.

My gym's six miles from here.

Go, Maggie!

- What are you doing?

- Sorry!

Come on, Herbie.

I can't lose you. We're a team!

I need you, Herbie! Come on!

Oh, come on, Herbie.

Don't do this. Please!

That's it. Come on, Herbie.

You can do it!

I didn't do that.

It was the car.

- His name is Herbie.

- That's a ridiculous na...

OK, Herbie.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah!

Oh, come on!

Jerk!

Go, Herbie, go! Come on!

Yeah!

There we go!

All right! Hang on, Herbie!

Pile driver!

Thanks, buddy.

What...? What...?

Ahh!

Oh...

Look, I don't care if you

ever speak to me again,

but you have to help Herbie.

What happened?

I was a jerk. I know.

Me too.

- You weren't a jerk.

- No, I meant...

I also know you were a jerk.

What are you gonna do about ESPN

and New York and the big time?

I met someone

who made me shift gears.

You know,

get a new perspective.

We're down to the final few spots

to see who gets into the big race.

We're down to the final few spots

to see who gets into the big race.

One lap to go for

Ray Peyton, Jr. In the 56 car.

It's gonna be close.

Let's see if Ray Peyton, Jr. Can qualify

for Sunday's Nextel Cup race.

Come on, Ray!

Whoo! Yeah!

Oh, my God.

Peyton. To the right.

- He needs to be transferred.

- Ray, you OK?

I'm fine. I keep

telling everybody.

Can we please get out of here?

I'm fine! Jeez!

I guess that means

he's not totally fine.

No.

- Come here, Ray. Come on.

- Ow!

Doc, I'm fine.

- Look straight ahead.

- I see it. It's...

Now it's bright.

There's a problem

with his left eye.

His depth perception is off.

We won't know the extent

of the problem until we run tests.

Bottom line,

he can't race Sunday.

Dad, I'm sorry.

Hey. It's not your fault.

You ran great today.

I'm gonna go see the doctor.

Wait a minute, Dad.

I still qualified.

All we need is another driver

and we got a shot.

Let Maggie race.

Yeah, Ray.

It's a good idea.

I mean, Team Peyton

needs this race.

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