Team Hot Wheels: The Origin of Awesome! Page #4

faster than you, Wyatt.

Yeah, right!

I work together so good, I could do it solo.

Oh, yeah?

I'll already have been working together

for five minutes by the time you get there.

Hey, what about some turtle DNA, huh?

No offense, but turtle DNA

is pretty much the worst DNA.

Not true!

Turtles win races, you know.

What? You never read the story

of the turtle and the hare?

The turtle wins.

And as for the hare,

turns out he was a ghost the whole time.

No, he wasn't.

Well, he should've been.

Okay, Rhett. He should have been a ghost.

Yeah, just like Little Red Riding Ghost,

Jack and the Bean-Ghost or Pinocha-Ghost.

Okay, let's start cooking with cheetah gas.

Okay, but whatever you do, be careful.

Of course I'll be careful.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Starting now.

So, now what?

Simple. We rehydrate our cars.

I know that.

We re-migrate our cars

with Larry's zapper thing.

How hard could it be?

(PINGING, BEEPING)

ELECTRICAL VOICE: Clean up in aisle five.

- Nope! It's mine.

- Watch out!

I saw it first!

Hit that right there. Watch it.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Uh-oh.

- Yeah! Teamwork!

- Yeah! Teamwork!

Wow.

These cars look better than ever.

Not yet!

She just don't look right

without a little bit of mud.

"Wash me. "

Ha! You got burned, me!

Uh, yeah. Let's just go get Rev.

Boy, Hilly Woodlands sure has changed.

In a good way.

I guess we should get used to it.

There you are, Rev.

WYATT:
Quick, follow the smoke.

No sign of Rev.

He can't be far. Smoke's still clearing.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

GAGE:
I thought there was

no such thing as a bad pizza.

That's probably because

it's never been hand-tossed.

I prefer my pizza with no pepperoni.

Hurry up! It's gaining on us!

Wyatt, I got an idea. Get behind that thing!

How come I gotta be behind?

'Cause I thought of it first!

Just trust me on this one.

Fine!

I'm gonna hit the brakes. You ram him.

Oh, I get it.

One, two, three!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

WYATT:
Order up!

It's always a tragedy

when a pizza goes uneaten.

And tragedy averted.

Let's go.

(CHOKING)

Om, om, om.

Let the revitalizing scent energize you.

(SNIFFING)

Your revitalizing scent

smells a lot like new-car smell.

Well, I'm just trying to cover up

your stinky cheetah fuel.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Do not diss my gas.

All right, I'm just about ready

for a test run on these junk cars.

If it works, we can make

our cars unstoppable, unbeatable

and really, really neat.

I don't know.

Uncheetahble?

You know, because "cheetah"? Huh?

Yeah, yeah, "uncheetahble. "

Just hand me the DNA, will ya?

Sweet! I get to do stuff.

Careful, Rhett!

What if that was the rack of DNA?

Huh? But that's over here.

(DISTORTED) No! The cheetah DNA!

(SCREAMING)

I didn't see them!

Aah! Save the DNA!

My shirt!

Science is supposed to be your friend!

(COUGHING)

Whoa! Cool! We cloned Wyatt and Gage!

Watch it, now! There's only one Wyatt, baby!

Relax, Rhett. We just got here.

And what are those?

Uh...

- (HEARTBEATS)

- I have no idea.

Uh, me either.

I sure don't know anything

about this at all.

Nope. No, sir.

Hey, where'd those junked cars go?

You promised us cheetah fuel,

but instead you give us gnarly cocoons?

Epic fail, muchachos.

So, no cheetah fuel?

Well, um, there was an incident.

What kind of incident?

That kind of incident.

Guys, I don't think I'm allowed

to watch movies this scary!

WYATT:
What have I done?

Rhett? Brandon?

I believe I owe you two an apology.

Because these are perfect.

For once I agree.

Rev can't possibly escape us...

(SCREAMS)

They're trashing the place.

Larry's favorite couch.

And his favorite painting, the Mona Larry!

Looks like these critters

need to be housebroken.

Don't eat anything that says "Wyatt" on it!

Hey, get away from that fuse box.

I'm gonna need a bigger car.

I'm gonna make you proud, Grandpa.

And fishing!

I got a bite!

Time to reel her in...

(GROANING)

Okay. That just happened.

So now, on top of Rev

being out there somewhere,

we gotta deal with four mutant animal cars?

What do we do?

I vote for screaming.

I second that.

(ALL SCREAMING)

I say we make some more

animal monster cars!

There's only one kind of DNA left.

(GASPS)

Turtle DNA.

Oh, yeah, boy!

Turtle-Mobile!

Not gonna work. We need to go fast.

So let's go fast, quickly.

Curse my luxurious hair.

(ENGINES REVVING DISTANTLY)

If we're gonna hold hands,

you should at least buy me dinner!

(SOBBING)

Why? Why is this happening?

My favorite suit!

Please, get a hold of yourself, Mr. Mayor.

Oh, Barbara!

We were just getting used to the loops

and the giant pigeons.

And now this? (SOBS)

Whoever fixes this

shall have a grand parade in their honor!

And will get a lifetime

supply of kettle corn!

WYATT:
Keep a lid on

that kettle corn, Mayor.

Yeah, we'll stop those things.

Sure, as our name is Team...

They're headed underground.

...Hot Wheels.

If you've ever wondered what it's like

on the other side of the toilet,

we're about to find out.

To the sewer!

(UNENTHUSIASTICALLY) Yay!

BRANDON:

Well, it'll be tight,

but our cars will fit.

Making those turns is gonna be tough.

Not for those mutants,

considering how flexible they are.

We created this problem ourselves, guys.

And we've gotta fix it. Fast.

And once I catch them things,

I'm gonna make them my little pups.

Wyatt-style babies!

I wonder if it still stinks down here.

(SNIFFS) Ugh!

Yep. Still stinks.

GAGE:
There's an exit valve

that spills into the desert.

According to my makeshift

mutant tracking device,

they should be just up ahead.

Let's kill the engines

so we don't give away our position.

All right, guys, let's be very quiet.

We'll sneak up on them

and we'll get them by surprise.

Now remember,

we're dealing with wild animals here, so...

Come on! When are we gonna go?

I got my eyes on Stingy.

The scorpion?

Can you imagine driving that thing?

It could take you out with one sting

whenever it pleases.

Now that is a thrill ride, baby!

Whoo-hoo!

(ECHOING)

- Wyatt, don't...

- Ha!

Echo!

(ECHOING)

Wyatt, no!

I love my Gammy Gram!

GAMMY GRAM:
Gammy Gram loves you, too!

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

Whoa. What a strange echo.

Hey, you guys feel that?

I hope that's my stomach!

I think we better get in our cars.

- ALL:
Rats!

- Rats.

GAGE:
We're trapped!

- Like rats?

- GAGE:
Oh, come on.

WYATT:
That's not funny.

BRANDON:
I never liked you.

(SQUEAKING)

(WHOOPING)

I wonder what so many rats

would be running away from.

(DISTANT REVVING)

RHETT:
Run away!

Oops! Sorry.

- BRANDON:
Look!

- I am no longer sorry.

Hit the pipes! We'll flush 'em out!

ALL:
Whoo-hoo!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

GAGE:
Hold.

Hold.

Hold.

Now!

MALE PILOT:
Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your captain speaking.

If you look out the left side of the cabin,

you'll see four sweet cars

flying out of a sewer pipe.

ALL:
Ooh!

MALE PILOT:
And we are all

officially more awesome for having seen it.

(BOYS SCREAMING)

(ALL CHEERING)

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