He's done? He must've finished it while we were all sleepin'.
Good riddance. [turns around and drives off]
He's gone?
Well, we wouldn't want him to miss that race of his. [Sally drives off sadly.]
Oh, dude, are you crying?
No, I'm happy! I don't have to watch him every second of the day anymore! I'm glad he's gone! [Red speeds away sobbing, upset at the Sheriff's remarks and knocks down a stack of tires like last time.]
What's wrong with Red?
Oh, he's just sad 'cause you left town and went to your big race to win the Piston Cup that you always dreamed about your whole life, and get that big ol' sponsor, and that fancy helicopter you was talkin' about. [gasps] Wait a minute! [everyone (except Sheriff) laughs] I knowed you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye!
What're you doin' here, son? You're gonna miss your race! Don't worry- I'll give you a police escort and we'll make up the time.
Thanks, Sheriff, but I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet.
Well- why not?
I'm not sure if these- tires- can get me all the way to California.






