- [Narrator] The following contains clips
from Disney Pixar's "Cars 3",
now available on Blue Ray and DVD.
- This is beautiful!
I can see why Mr. Sterling said you wanted a train out here.
As soon as this thing's booted up,
we'll get you on the treadmill and I'll track your speed.
- What? No!
The whole idea is getting my tires dirty.
Real racing!
I'm not driving on that thing
when I've got the sand and the whole earth.
(computers gently booting up)
- Oh, okay
- Luigi, let's do this.
- Welcome, racers, to Fireball Beach,
historic home for today's great test of speed.
Our finish line will be the abandoned pier in the distance!
- All right.
Quicker than quick.
Faster than fast.
I am speed.
- That is great self-motivation!
Did you come up with that?
- Yeah, I did.
- On your mark, get set, go!
(Lightning McQueen speeding off)
(upbeat classical music)
(engine speeding)
- (cheers) There you go!
Felt good!
- [Cruz] Good morning, Mr. McQueen.
Looking good!
(Lightning McQueen gasping)
- Why?
- This'll get oil to places it hasn't been in a long time.
- Is that a drip pan?
- Just in case.
- How old do you think I am?
- Visualize yourself driving fast down a steep hill.
I'll be back in a few.
- Visualize?
Wait, wait, Cruz!
A few what?
I just want to go on the simulator.
- How's it hanging, drip pan?
(cards racing)
- What's up?
- Okay. Day three, treadmill.
I've set a maximum speed to conserve your energy.
What I want you to do is visualize beating this guy.
- Storm.
- Uh-huh, that's right.
Get him!
Get him, Mr. McQueen!
- Get him?
This thing's only going like, five miles an hour.
- We'll work up to the higher speeds
right after you take your nap.
- Nap? I don't need a nap.
(cars laughing)
- Hit him with the bugs!
- I'm not taking a nap!
- [Intercom Announcer] All cars to the test lane.
- How was your nap, Mr. McQueen?
- It was kind of refreshing, actually.
(machines whirring)
Oh! Okay, what are you?
Hey!
- You've been driving on tires a long time.
Have you ever stopped to get to know them?
- I'm sorry, what?
- Tires are individuals.
You should give each a name.
- Name them.
(scoffs) I won't be doing that.
- Mine are named Maria, Juanito,
Ronaldo, and Debbie Richardson.
- What?
- Long story.
- May I have my tires back
so I can go on the simulator, please?
- Name them.
- Lefty, Righty, Backy, Backy Junior. Okay?
- Does his make you mad?
- Yes, it does!
(gentle classical music)
Good to see you, Doc.
- Hey, isn't that your old crew chief?
- Hey, Cruz.
You wanna check out the home track
of the greatest racer ever?
- Aren't we supposed to be looking for Smokey?
Oh, that's right! He's dead.
- [Lightning] We don't know that.
(gentle classical music)
(doors banging)
- Are you sure you have time for this?
- For this, I do.
(gentle classical music)
Wow.
If this track could talk.
Cruz, what do you say?
Let's take a lap.
(tires screeching)
Yeah!
- Whoa!
(tires screeching and turning)
(Cruz and Lightning laughing)
- Yes, you nailed it!
- Way easier without school bus of death trying to kill us.
- Yeah, no kidding.
(gentle classical music)
(Lightning gasps)
(dust tossing)
- Hey, costume girl!
You know, at first, I thought you were down here
because your GPS was broken.
- Don't listen to him, Cruz.
- You look good.
It's important to look the part.
You can't have everyone thinking
that you don't deserve to be here.
- He's trying to get in your head.
- They don't need to know what you and I already do.
That you can play dress up all you want,
but you'll never be one of us.
(car roaring)
- Cruz, did you see what happened there?
- Yeah, he's in my head.
- No, no!
Listen to me.
You got into his head.
Don't you understand?
He would never have done that if you didn't scare him.
- What?
- He sees something in you
that you don't even see in yourself.
You made me believe it.
Now you gotta believe it, too.
You are a racer.
Use that.
(gentle classical music)
- You didn't show up in Florida for qualified,
so you'll be starting dead last.
I'll give you three laps to catch them.
- Go through the entire field in three laps?
- You wanna beat Storm or not?
- Yes, of course I do.
- Well, then, go!
(car roaring)
Come on, kid.
(upbeat classical music)
(cars roaring)
All right, looks like we got some work to do.
Look alive!
Reflexes are the first thing to go.
(Lightning gasping)
(tractors mooing)
- [Lightning] Why are we in a field?
- Sneak through that window.
- What does that mean?
- I don't know!
- Go!
(horn honking)
(upbeat classical music)
- [Cruz] Not cool, man! Not cool!
(cars roaring)
- Let's run it back.
Do you even want to be out here?
Only two days left, kid.
You gotta work harder!
(Lightning grunting)
- And how far back is she now?
- Look behind you.
- What?
- Good evening, Storm!
- How did you-
- Just back here dropping on your butt.
Nothing to be concerned about.
- Like two June bugs on a summer night.
(upbeat classical music)
- (laughs) Hey, Hamilton!
- [Hamilton] Hamilton here.
- Call out our speed.
- [Hamilton] 208 miles per hour.
207 miles per hour.
- Could you stop that?
You're taking me off my line!
- Last lap!
- Come on, Cruz!
- Uh-oh, my GPS is saying I have slow traffic in my way.
- No, no, no.
You are not winning this.
- Oh, you're angry!
- I am not angry!
- You know, you can use that anger to push through.
- I said I'm not angry!
(Cruz roaring)
Oh, I don't think so.
No!
(Cruz crashing)
- Cruz, get out of there!
- You don't belong on this track!
- Yes, I do!
(gentle classical music)
- [Announcer] I don't believe it!
It's Cruz Ramirez for the win!
I am speechless!
(Lightning cheers)
- Go Ramirez!
- Way to go, Cruz!
- Yes!
(cars cheering)