Hooo... okay, here we go... focus! Speed... I... am... speed...
"Alright, everyone. Sh! Sh! It's starting!" Sally said as they all gathered at the TV that was stationed in Flo's Cafe. The murmuring died down as the screen focused on a bird's eye view of Mack's trailer, which was parked in the centre of the interior field of the track.
One winner. Forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast.
"Did it start yet? Huh? Where's McQueen?" an excited voice suddenly called out. Sally chuckled as they all turned to see Mater quickly driving through the crowd and nearly knocking into Sarge and Sheriff as he finally got to the front. He was wearing several pieces of Rust-eze merchandise, topped with a large gold and red coloured afro wig. "Hi, Mater..."
"Hey, Miss Sally." Mater said as he rolled next to her. "Is McQueen out yet?"
"Ha ha... not yet, sweetheart."
Hey, Lightning, you ready?
Oh yeah. Lightning's ready.
"There he is! There's my buddy!" Mater cheered as the camera showed Mack's trailer opening as the shining red car drove out, allowing the flashes of the thousands of cameras to illuminate the lightning bolt on his front. Ka-chow!
"Show 'em what you got, Stickers!" Sally called to the TV, as Mater blew his horn loudly, shouting "yeah! Go, McQueen! Wee-hoo!"
As the green flag was swung, Lightning went at full speed through the track, being hotly pursued by the other racers behind him.
Well, you might think I'm crazy to hang around with you
"I wonder if he'll win this one, huh?" Sally said sarcastically as she nudged Mater. Not knowing what she meant, Mater said "come on, Miss Sally. Thinkin' like that's just dumb... course he'll win!"
"Hm... If you say so, Mater... if you say so... ha ha..."
You might think I'm foolish
Or maybe it's untrue
You might think I'm crazy
But all I want is you
McQueen pulled up onto the pit road, where Filmore, Luigi and Guido were waiting for him. "Wonderful, Lightning! Bellissimo! Just bellissimo! Guido, the tyres!"
"Pit stop!" Guido said as he rapidly circled McQueen, changing all four of his tyres in a matter of seconds. Filmore said "all full, man!" as he pulled back the fuel tanker, as McQueen sped off back into the front of the race.
But I think that you're wild
When you flash that fragile smile
You might think it's foolish
What you put me through
You might think I'm crazy
All I want is you
"Hello, Piston Cup fans. I'm Bob Cutlass. Joined as always by my good friend, Darrell Cartrip. So Darrell, it seems McQueen's only a few laps away from winning his fourth Piston Cup in a row."
"Well, I can see why, Bobby. McQueen's mentor, the late great Hudson Hornet has just been made the cup's new namesake. It probably don't feel right for them Radiator Springs folks to see anyone else winning 'em."
"It seems you may be right, Darrell. Also, be sure to join us after the race for an exclusive look at the upcoming World Grand Prix."
"This is it, fellas. Last lap!" Sarge called out as the crowd around him continued cheering, looking at the screen to see Lightning leading the racers towards the finish line. "Yeah! Come on, McQueen!" Mater shrieked out, more excited than ever before.
Well, you might think I'm delirious... the way I run you down
The crowd all leaned closer to the TV, watching Lightning go around the final corner and head directly towards the finish line. "Come on, come on, come on. YES!" Sally said as he went over it and the fireworks went off, prompting Mater to leap up cheering louder than all the other members of the audience put together. "WOOOOOO! He won! You won, McQueen! Yeah-hoo!"
You might think it's foolish
This chancy rendezvous
You might think I'm crazy
All I want is you
Oh, all I want is you
All I want is you