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[The camera shows McQueen, Francesco and Carla on the podium as they get interviewed]
Photographer: Francesco!
Darrell: Francesco, over here. Hey, what was your strategy today?
Francesco: Strategia? Francesco needs-a no strategy, it’s-a very simple: You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win. Francesco always-a wins, it’s a boring. [Lightning rolls his eyes.]
Darrell: I gotta tell you dude, you were in trouble for awhile. That dirt track section had you crawlin’. [Lightning notices Mater leaving and sneaks off.]
Francesco: To truly crush one’s dream, you must first raise their hopes very high.
Lightning: [meets up with Mater in his pit garage] MATER!
Mater: Hey, McQueen! What happened, is the race over? You won, right?
Lightning: Mater, why were you yelling things at me while I was racing?!
Mater: "Yellin'"? Oh, you thought... [chuckles] Oh! That's funny right there. Naw. See, that's 'cause I seen these two fellers doing some sort of karate street performance. It was nut so. One of 'em even had a flamethrower...
Lightning: [with worry and disbelief] "A flamethrower"? What are you talking about? I-I don't understand, where were you?
Mater: Goin' to meet my date.
Lightning: [confused] Your date?
Mater: She started talkin' to me as a voice in my head, tellin' me where to go–-
Lightning: What?
Mater: [noticing Lightning's angry glare] Wait a minute. I didn't screw you up, did I?
Lightning: [angrily] I lost the race because of you!
Mater: [shocked] Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
Lightning: An imaginary girlfriend? Flamethrowers? You know, this is exactly why I don't bring you along to these things!
Mater: Maybe if I, I don't know... talk to somebody, and explain what happened, I could help.
Lightning: I don't need your help. I don't want your help. [drives off, but is stopped by the paparazzi and Mater is upset]
Reporter 1: Hey, there he is!
Reporter 2: McQueen, you had it in the bag!
Reporter 3: Yeah, what happened?
Lightning: I-I made a mistake, but I can assure you, it won't happen again. [Mater drives over to the TV monitors; he slumps] Look, guys. We know what the problem is, and we've taken care of it! [Mater sadly drives away]
Brent: [on TV] Lightning McQueen loses in the last lap to Francesco Bernoulli in the first race of the World Grand Prix. And three, count em', three cars flamed out, leaving some to suggest that their fuel, Allinol, might be to blame.
Miles: [interviewed] Allinol is safe! Alternative fuel is safe! There is no way my fuel caused these cars to flame out!
Darrell: Well, the jury may still be out on whether allinol caused these accidents, but one thing's for sure: Lightning McQueen blew this race!
Brent: Team McQueen can’t be happy right now.

[The camera shows McQueen, Francesco and Carla on the podium as they get interviewed] Photographer : Francesco! Darrell : Francesco, over here. Hey, what was your strategy today? Francesco : Strategia? Francesco needs-a no strategy, it’s-a very simple: You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win. Francesco always-a wins, it’s a boring. [Lightning rolls his eyes.] Darrell : I gotta tell you dude, you were in trouble for awhile. That dirt track section had you crawlin’. [Lightning notices Mater leaving and sneaks off.] Francesco : To truly crush one’s dream, you must first raise their hopes very high. Lightning: [meets up with Mater in his pit garage] MATER! Mater: Hey, McQueen! What happened, is the race over? You won, right? Lightning: Mater, why were you yelling things at me while I was racing?! Mater: "Yellin'"? Oh, you thought... [chuckles] Oh! That's funny right there. Naw. See, that's 'cause I seen these two fellers doing some sort of karate street performance. It was nut so. One of 'em even had a flamethrower... Lightning: [with worry and disbelief] "A flamethrower"? What are you talking about? I-I don't understand, where were you? Mater: Goin' to meet my date. Lightning: [confused] Your date? Mater: She started talkin' to me as a voice in my head, tellin' me where to go–- Lightning: What? Mater: [noticing Lightning's angry glare] Wait a minute. I didn't screw you up, did I? Lightning: [angrily] I lost the race because of you! Mater: [shocked] Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Lightning: An imaginary girlfriend? Flamethrowers? You know, this is exactly why I don't bring you along to these things! Mater: Maybe if I, I don't know... talk to somebody, and explain what happened, I could help. Lightning: I don't need your help. I don't want your help. [drives off, but is stopped by the paparazzi and Mater is upset] Reporter 1: Hey, there he is! Reporter 2: McQueen, you had it in the bag! Reporter 3: Yeah, what happened? Lightning: I-I made a mistake, but I can assure you, it won't happen again. [Mater drives over to the TV monitors; he slumps] Look, guys. We know what the problem is, and we've taken care of it! [Mater sadly drives away] Brent: [on TV] Lightning McQueen loses in the last lap to Francesco Bernoulli in the first race of the World Grand Prix. And three, count em', three cars flamed out, leaving some to suggest that their fuel, Allinol, might be to blame. Miles: [interviewed] Allinol is safe! Alternative fuel is safe! There is no way my fuel caused these cars to flame out! Darrell: Well, the jury may still be out on whether allinol caused these accidents, but one thing's for sure: Lightning McQueen blew this race! Brent: Team McQueen can’t be happy right now.