We snuck a bomb in McQueen's pit.
The next time he makes a stop,
instead of saying "ka-chow"...
he's going to go "ka-boom"!
Don't feel bad, tow truck.
You couldn't have saved him.
Oh, wait, you could have!
Dad-gum lemons!
Request acknowledged.
What?
You didn't think we'd take your bullets?
That's right! You got nothing!
Who's the hilemon now, huh?
Nice try, Mater.
- Dad-gum... Dad-gum... Dad-gum.
- Request... Request... Request..
Mater!
I got to get y'all out of there.
There's no time.
McQueen needs your help.
But I can't. I'm just a tow truck.
It's up to you.
Go to the pits and get everyone out.
- You can do that.
- What about you guys?
- We'll be OK.
- Go and get some more dents, Mater.

So, we'll be OK? Really?
He wouldn't have left if I'd told him the truth.
Being killed by a clock.
Gives a whole new meaning to
"Your time has come. "
Time? That's it!
- What are you doing?
- Trying to turn back time.
If I can just reverse the polarity.
Good job. Quick thinking, Holley.
What's everybody n the wrong side of the road for?
Oh, no!
Drive! Burn rubber!
We've got to get to the course.
Calculate the fastest way to...
Done.
Oh. Miss Shiftwell.
- They're standard issue now.
- You kids get all the good hardware.
Oh, no, that's Mater's.
I knew his escape was too easy.
Come back here! Stop!
- Mater?
- Everybody, get out now!
- Mater?
- Everybody, get out now!
Y'all get out of the pits.
What are you guys doing here?
- We're here because of you, Mater.
- Is everything OK?
No, everything's not OK.
There's a bomb in here.
- Y'all got to get out. Now.
- A bomb?
Mater.

- Finn! You're OK.
Listen to me. The bomb is on you!
They knew you'd try to help McQueen.
When we were knocked out,
they planted it in your air filter.
- Uh-oh.
- Mater! There you are!
Stop right there!
- I've been so worried about you.
Don't come any closer!
McQUEEN: Are you OK?
No, I'm not OK! Stay away from me!
McQUEEN: No, wait! Wait!
A tow truck has just raced
onto the track, driving backwards!
Mater, wait!
Normally an emergency vehicle on the
track means there's been an accident.
- Lightning McQueen is chasing him!

- Mater, wait!
Stay back! If you get close to me,
you're going to get hurt real bad!
McQUEEN: I know I made you feel that
way before, but none of that matters!
We're best friends!
And McQueen seems to be having a conversation with the tow truck.
I don't know who
that truck is, Brent, but tell you what,
he's got to be the world's best backwards driver.
McQueen, you don't get it!
I'm the bomb!
Yes, Mater! You are the bomb!
That's what I'm trying to say here!
You've always been the bomb
and you'll always be the bomb.
- Stay away!
- No! Never!
Almost there.
I'm not letting you get away again!
- Got to keep away from McQueen!
Request acknowledged.
Oh, my gosh.

What is happening? It's a bad dream!
And Lightning McQueen
just blasted away,
hooked to the now rocket-propelled tow truck.
The Professor's on the run!
- Someone's got to get McQueen.
- Get McQueen!
What is happening?
Hurry, Professor.
You really think I'm going to let you float away, Professor?
- McQueen, let go!
- Never!
- They're coming your way.
- Let's go!
Give it up, McMissile.
Mater, stop!
- No way! You could get hurt.
Oh, no.

Mater, we've got to get
that bomb off you.
Bomb?
Yeah, they strapped it to me
to kill you as a back-up plan.
Back-up plan?
Mater, who put a bomb on you?
You! Why didn't my death ray kill you?
Death ray?
Turn off the bomb, Zündapp!
Are you all so dense?
It's voice-activated.
Everything is voice-activated these days.
Deactivate! Deactivate!
Voice denied.

Did I forget to mention
that it can only be disarmed by the one who activated it?
- Say it.
- Deactivate.
Voice denied.
I'm not the one who activated it.
Would anyone else like to try?
- You read my mind.
- He was getting on my nerves.
- What do we do?
- It's very simple. You blow up.
I'm going out on a limb here. These are
the guys that want me dead, correct?
- It's nothing personal.
- Fellers, listen.
I know what you're going through.
Everybody's been laughing at me too.
But becoming powerful and rich
beyond your wildest dreams
ain't gonna make you feel better.
Yeah, but it's worth a shot.
Pit stop.
Not today, boys.
Retreat!

Thanks for the help, Corporal.
Anything for one of Pop's mates.
What's he saying? What's wrong?
None of his wrenches fit the bolts.
I get it. I get it!
- I know what needs to be done.
- Then do it!
What? No. I can't do it.
Yes it is.
I know that now.
This ain't Radiator Springs.
Look at yourself
in Radiator Springs.
Be yourself here.
And if people aren't taking you seriously
then they need to change, not you.
I know that
because I was wrong before.
Now, you can do this. You're the bomb.
Thanks, buddy.
No, you're the actual bomb.
Now, let's go!
Oh, right. Hang on!
Where's he going?
- Computer!
Yes, Agent Mater?
I need that thing you done before
to get me away from McQueen!
Request acknowledged.
- Mater?
- Now I need you to do the chute!
The second kind, not the first!
Deploying chute.

Who's winning the race?
- Back off! Back away!
- It's Lightning McQueen!
No, it's OK! Tell 'em, Mater. Explain.
Okay.
Somebody's been sabotaging
the racers and hurtin' the cars,
and I know who.
Oh, wait. Your Majesty.
Bomb! It's a bomb!
- Everybody, down!
- Back up! Move it!
Get off the stage! Move it!
Hold your fire! He can't disarm it!
Mater, I don't know what you're doing,
but stand down now.
This ain't nothing at all
like Radiator Springs.
Mater, just cut to the chase.
Okay. It's him.
What? Me? You've got to be crazy.
I figured it out when I realized
y'all attached this ticking time bomb
with Whitworth bolts -
the same bolts that hold together that
old British engine from the photograph.

- Holley! Show that picture.
- OK.
I remembered what they say
about old British engines:
If there ain't no oil under 'em,
there ain't no oil in 'em.
What is he talking about?
It was you leaking oil
at the party in Japan.
You just blamed it on me.
Electric cars don't use oil, you twit.
Then you're fakin' it.
You didn't convert to no electric.
If we pop that hood,
we'll see that engine from that picture.
This lorry's crazy!
He's going to kill us all!
Stay away!
But Sir Axlerod created the race.
Why would he want to hurt anyone?
To make allinol look bad so
everybody'd go back to using oil.
He said it himself with that disguised voice.
Disguised voice? What are you
talking about? You're nuts, you are!
This is going nowhere fast.

We really should go, Grandmother.
One moment, I'd like to see
where this is going.
Mater, he created allinol.
But what if he found that huge oil field
just as the world was trying to find something else?
What if he came up with allinol
just to make alternative fuel look bad?
"What if?"
You're basing this on a "what if"?
- Okay, that's it.
- Lads, clear out.
Wait! Somebody save me!
The lorry's crazy!
- Keep away, you idiot!
- Mater!
- Mater!
- Someone do something!

You're insane, you are! Deactivate!
Bomb deactivated.
Have a nice day, Sir Axlerod.
- The engine from the photo.
- It's a perfect match.
How did the tow truck figure it out?
It's official. You're coming to
all my races from now on.
Now you're talkin'!
Hyeeugh!
Mater, let's go. You're on.
Your Majesty,
may I present for the investiture of honorary
knighthood of the British Realm...Tow Mater of Radiator Springs.
Go get 'em, buddy.
I hereby dub thee Sir Tow Mater.
Sir? Shoot, you can just call me Mater,
Your Majesty.
I don't wanna hear none of this "sir" business.
By the way, have y'all met each other?
Queen, McQueen. McQueen, Queen.
McQueen, McMissile. McMissile,
McQueen. Queen, McMissile.