Planes Page #8

been wrong for what he did,

but he was right about you.

You're not a crop duster. You're a racer.

And now

the whole world knows it.

Thanks, Dottie.

That means a lot.

I've gone as far as I can go.

I'm busted up, look at me.

EL CHUPACABRA:

Yes, look at you.

Dusty, I cannot bear the thought

of competing without you.

Hey, that's the wing

of a T-33 Shooting Star.

When the great Mexican Air Force

needed help,

American T-33s came.

They did not ask questions.

They did not hesitate. They were there.

Because that is what compadres do.

DUSTY:
And what's that?

That is my lunch. Don't touch.

But the wings are yours.

- El Chu, I really appreciate...

- (EL CHUPACABRA SHUSHING)

Silencio.

After all, you helped me

with my pursuits of the heart.

Now we are here to help you.

- We?

- Oui.

Good luck tomorrow, Dusty.

I am so proud to compete with you.

You're a good egg, Dusty.

Look, here's a sat-nav device.

Just in case...

(SNIFFLES)

In case you ever find yourself

lost, you know, without a...

Without a friend to help you through it.

Thank you, Bulldog.

Here's a flow control valve for you.

How about a starter generator?

It is honor to fly beside you.

Thanks, everyone. Really.

This is fantastic.

Looks like all you need now is a...

A new propeller?

How about a Sky Slycer Mark Five?

Wait, that's your propeller.

You could still win the race.

Oh, I intend to, but with my old propeller.

This one didn't really suit me.

But I think you

will have a lot better luck with it.

Thanks, Ishani.

Dottie, can you fix me?

Does a PT6A

have a multi-stage compressor?

ALL:
Uh...

Yes! Yes it does.

All right, you guys,

let's get him ready to race.

(BLOWTORCH CRACKLING)

This one's...

CHUG:
What?

Hmm.

(INAUDIBLE)

BRENT:
We are live from Mexico.

And here they come.

This is it, race fans.

The final leg back to New York.

Whoa, dude!

- We'll see you in New York.

- Thanks, guys.

(CHUG LAUGHS)

It's dustin' time!

Dusty la vista, baby!

CHUG:
You gotta hand it to him.

He never gives up.

DOTTIE:
Come on, Chug,

we have a jet to catch.

CHUG:
New York City.

Finish line, here we come!

Hey. So are you ready to go, Skip?

Probably best if I don't.

What...

Oh. Okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

- Dusty!

- He's back.

You got to be kidding me.

- Who's that guy?

- It's the crop duster.

- Another one?

- It's the same one, knucklehead.

Move aside, idiots.

(RIPSLINGER LAUGHS)

Bolting on a few new parts

doesn't change who you are.

(SNIFFS) I can still

smell the farm on you.

(LAUGHING)

You know what? I finally get it.

You're afraid of

getting beat by a crop duster.

Well, check six, because I'm coming.

And what are you punks looking at?

- Nothing. Nothing.

- Sorry.

We are going to end this,

once and for all.

- Yeah, man.

- This is going to be fun.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

BRENT:
This one's all about speed

and the willingness to give it all.

First to cut the ribbon in New York

takes home the trophy and the glory.

Ya!

And we're off

as the first flyers take to the air.

I will wait for you

at the finish line, hermosa.

No, no, no. I will be waiting for you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH AND FRENCH)

(PURRS)

- OFFICIAL:
Ya!

- (BOTH KISSING)

BRENT:
The rest of the field

is now off and running.

And though Crophopper did not

complete the previous leg,

race officials ruled his radio

had been tampered with.

So he'll be allowed to compete.

But with a severe time penalty.

(COUNTING DOWN IN SPANISH)

I've never seen someone come

back from this far behind.

It's going to take both

horsepower and willpower

to even have a chance.

Good show, Dusty.

- Um, boss?

- What?

He's here.

Okay, we're out of camera range.

You know what to do.

- (LAUGHS) Hey, farmer.

- Time to plow the fields.

Looks like you've run out of airspace,

Crophopper.

(GROANING)

- (GROANS)

- Hey!

- Skipper? Whoa!

- SKIPPER:
Dusty, pull up!

Skipper? You're flying!

Oh, you noticed.

Listen, I got Rip.

You take care of the other two.

Got it.

SKIPPER:
They're on your six, kid.

You gotta lose them.

I'm trying.

Skip, I can't shake them.

Pull hard right.

I'll break left and take out Rip.

- Use the rocks.

- Roger that!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(BOTH GROANING)

Yeah!

Oh, that's going to

leave a mark. (GROANS)

What?

Say hello to the Warsaw Windmill.

- Whoa! You're crazy!

- (LAUGHS) That's right.

- Dusty! Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

That was pretty good for a crop duster.

(LAUGHS) And not bad for

an old-timer who doesn't fly.

Oh, yeah? Well, I may be old,

but at least I ain't afraid of heights.

- (CHUCKLES) Oh, okay.

- (LAUGHING)

(SKIPPER GROANS)

No!

That's why they call them Sky Slycers!

Oh, no. Skipper, are you okay?

(CHUCKLES) Are you kidding?

I'm great.

- But what about your tail?

- I'll live. Go get them!

Go!

COLIN:
We're closing in

on the final stretch, folks.

BRENT:
That's right, Colin.

And ever since they emerged

from Deadstick Desert,

Ripslinger has maintained a lead.

ROPER:

Any sign of them?

Nothing yet.

- What?

- Hi.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Come on, come on, come on.

Not now! Not now!

Come on, come on, come on.

No!

SKIPPER:
Tailwinds like

nothing you've ever flown.

Roger that, Skip.

Don't look down. Don't look down.

(GASPS)

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, yeah!

(LAUGHING)

(WHOOPING)

Okay, time to eat my dust.

With another win for Ripslinger

seeming inevitable...

Wait a second, it's Dusty Crophopper!

- Yes!

- Go!

BRENT:
And here they come,

down the stretch.

It's going to be close,

it's anyone's race.

All right, get my good side, fellas.

What?

DUSTY:
Yes!

BRENT:
He's done it! He's done it.

Crophopper!

No!

What?

COLIN:
From last to first.

From obscurity to immortality,

the racing world

will never forget this day.

For the first time, a crop duster

has won the

Wings Around the Globe Rally!

EL CHUPACABRA:

Yes, Dusty! Ha-ha!

(WHOOPING)

Magnifique, Dusty!

You really kicked his bottom, lad!

All right. Yeah! Now that's how to pass!

You did it!

I couldn't have done it

without you, Dottie.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, buddy, great tip about Ripslinger

leaning to the cameras. Thanks, Chug.

Hey, anything for my pal.

Well done, Dusty.

The world has a new champion.

And so do I.

Thanks, Ishani. For everything.

- Herr Dusty!

- Franz?

- Hoorah!

- What are you doing here?

We came to watch you win the race.

You are an inspiration to all of us.

"All of us"?

Yeah. All of us who want to do more

than just what we were built for.

(ALL CHEERING)

Whoa! Thanks, guys!

ROPER:
Whoo-wee!

Ripstinker. Yeah, that's your name.

That's some supersonic sewer sauce.

Man, I thought

Vita-stink-a-bunch was bad.

That's got nothing on you.

Ooh! You're just nasty. Nastilicious.

You need to go home and wash up.

Twice. (CHUCKLES)

- Whoa!

- (ALL LAUGHING)

CAR:
Who's that guy?

Thanks, Skip.

Don't thank me.

I learned a lot more from you

than you ever learned from me.

Attention on deck. Victory!

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