- Wow!
Check out that moon!
- Yep, I've been up there.
- You have not.
- Oh yeah, its real pretty.
It all started when I was towing this car to Florida,
then suddenly, Houston had a problem!
- Houston, I have a problem!
- Its in Apolo 13!
- He's stuck on the moon.
- He needs a tow!
- Where on earth are we gonna get a tow?
- Well that guys got a tow!
- Ow.
- With a little bit of training,
I've became a genuine autonot.
What's going on ladies?
- Good luck Mater!
- The worlds counting on you!
- My tires are going flat.
- Flat tires you say?
- I thought I done solved that crime.
- What?
- I was a private eye.
- No way.
- Yes way. It was 7:15 on a Friday night,
I was working downtown, mostly small jobs,
but this time I was on to something real big.
It was all right there, black and white.
Blowouts everywhere,
there was some kind of counterfeit tire ring,
and a sale on trailer hitches down at Rusty Rod's.
I was about to hit the bricks and then,
(knock on the door)
She drove in.
She was wearing those whitlewalls,
the ones that used to drive me crazy.
- Hello Mater.
- What are you doing here Tia?
- I missed you.
- Like you missed your last smog check.
- Oh, you don't have to play poker with me.
- Well you always wear the wildcard.
- Hey look, bulldozers.
- Yep, thems just like the ones I used to find.
- What?
- That's right, I was a famous bulldozer fighter, in Spain.
- They called me El Materdor.
(spanish music)
- (speaks in foreign language)
- Hold on!
Ole!
Well I was a big rockstar.
- What?
- Yes Sir-i, I started out in a garage band.
- Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
(rock music)
- Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
Dad gum!
Boy, we sound pretty good, lets get a gig.
Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
Dad gum!
Don't forget to tip the waitresses.
- That's so raw!
- I know!
- Do you guys have a record?
- Ugh, be right back.
Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum Dad gum!
(rock music)
Dad Dad Du Dad, Dad Gum.
(drum noises)
(guitar riffs)
Oh yeah!
(heavy rock music)
Dad gum Dad gum!
- What's that sound?
- That sounds like angels spittin' money to me.
- Dad Gum!
- Oh come on!
That did not happen.
- Well suit yourself.
- Mater!
Houston has another problem.
- Roger Roger.
- Lets burn this candle!
Oh Yeah!
(upbeat music)