head's up,.speed! seven o'clock. i got snake drafting.pitter-pat. speed looks into his mirror and sees a car with orange and black markings, stacked up tight behind another car.
i figure he'll slingshot after you in the next turn.
great move, speed. careful on the butterfly coming up. you may wanna ease up--
holy canoli, speed, you know who you're racing?
i just can't believe there wasn't one mention of racer motors in there.
yeah, but there sure is a lot of speculation about which team's going to pick him up
hey, there's the grand prix coliseum! sprittle and chim-chim rush to sparky's window. they can see the entire track and even from this height it seems enormous. sprittle turns to remmington.
several weeks at least. remmington turns to pops.
is that an inner-positive transponder?
long way from nob hill, eh?
speed, get out of there!
". .controversy surrounds racer motors now embroiled in ip litigation and while evidence remains inconclusive whether or not speed used an illegal device, the fuji helexicon seems destined to become another mark of shame added to the notorious racer family legacy, a legacy that has forever tainted the integrity of this beloved sport."
sorry ma'am.
you mean remmington?
you mean the crucible?
i got him! i got hiiiyow-- the ninja throws sparky across the room and tries to bolt but speed is up and throwing a quick combo. the ninja stumbles, but a manages a spin-kick that knocks speed back as-- pops grabs the ninja from behind.
packs leaning left, look for a slingshot on the right!
wicked sidewinder coming up. watch the inside-out. could get ugly.
that's it. nice line, trix.
top of the hill's coming. snake's got at least a quarter mile'on ya.
wahoo! go get 'em, girl!
cells reloaded!
i don't get it. what just happened?
you mean that whole race was for nothing?
right here pops. sparky steps out of the kitchen doorway.
same as everyone else. behind him the entire family peeks out.
but pops, the race is less than 36 hours away.
yeah.
alright, fire it up! everyone holds their breath as speed hits the ignition. the car makes a sick baying rattle and smoke begins pouring out of the engine.
kill it! kill it!
i know, i know. okay. give it a try. everyone braces as speed hits the ignition. it is the sound of an explosion held in the palm of your hand.
howya feelin'? speed takes a breath as he dares to look around again.
hey, this cockpit is the exact same size it was at thunderhead.
just wanted to say, thanks, for what could be the most exciting moment of my life.
i'm looking forward to that cold milk.
what is it?
oh no, come on, don't do this.