We signed a contract, Dr. Jones.

And the "Booby Trap Clause" specifically states that I would receive triple pay, plus compensation for pain and suffering for any injuries sustained in our adventure.

What do you have to say for yourself, Dr. Jones?

Dr. Jones!

I'm on top of the world!

No other truck has ever climbed a peak this high before. I'm the best of the best! The king! The envy of all the other cars in the backyard!

So... uh... how am I supposed to get down?

Pumpkin pit stop?

Okay!

Something about this just doesn't feel right.

Shouldn't we be swimming in a pool or something?

Looks like you took that turn a little too fast again.

Guess I'll give you a tow. You know, you really aren't too bright for a hot shot race car. I've had to tow you out of that same spot how many times now? Four? Five?

Some cars never learn.

No thanks, Master W.

I really don't want any more "cawwots". I know you like to feed them to me, but I could really go for some fish or zebra instead. Got any of that in the fridge?

Get up, Guido.

Sarge doesn't look too happy. He probably thinks you're slacking off...

How many times do I have to tell that boy?

We're chairs.

We are not tractors.

And this is not Radiator Springs!

I told you I'd win.

You may be a race car, but you're no match for my monster truck wheels out on the dirt track.

Moooooooooooooooo!

I've begun to lost count of how many times Master W. and Tow Mater have tipped me today.

The dizziness is really starting to get to me. Where's Frank when you need him?

Rawr!

So, um, do I look the part of "ferocious urban tiger"?

Yeah, I didn't think so either. Well, back to the drawing board.

That was fun!

It's been so long since Master W. has taken me anywhere with him. Do you think I can go to school with you guys again tomorrow?

Hey, maaaaaaaan.

I sure hope that watermelon you're eating for lunch is certified organic.

Hey, City Bus.

Do you think it's better out there? You know, out on the open road?

Master W. takes us on all sorts of fun adventures, but sometimes... well, sometimes I look out the window and wonder where that big road leads.

M-m-m-m-miss C.?

I see you're building a new house today. Since I gave mine to Owl after his blew down on the Blustery Day, can I live in this new house?

P-p-p-please?

Jump, Miss C., jump!

Let's see how far you can go!

Good evening, commuters!

There's a multi-car accident on I-5 just south of Freeport Blvd., with traffic backed up for two miles. If you're heading southbound tonight on your way home from work, you may want to find an alternate route. The Highway Patrol has closed three out of four lanes of traffic, and doesn't expect the roads to be cleared for at least the next several hours.

I'm telling you, Samwise, he's here!

I swear to you, I saw Gollum! He may be hiding now, but he's sure to come looking for the ring sooner or later.

Heeeeellllp!

I'm being attacked by a giant spider!

Where's Rainbow Brite and the Color Kids when you need them?

Nothing better, I tell you.

A beautiful day.

A full dump box.

And plenty of daylight left for working.

It's a dump truck's dream come true.

Chip? Dale?

Don't leave me here!

I promise I won't chop down your tree ever again.

Or steal your nuts.

Or terrorize you.

Okay, so I can't exactly promise those things. But I can try! Just please get me down.

You wouldn't think it possible.

But it's true.

Even fairies have bad hair days.

Thank goodness Miss C. left this paper cup out.

It's really hard to hide hair this big.

Hello?

Yes, this is Peter Pan speaking.

Oh, hello Miss C.!

How it going?

Uh huh.

Uh huh.

Sure. I can come by later.

See you then!

Moooooooooove.

We were here first. And you're in the way.

C'mon, Master W.!

Let's get hoppin'!

I don't mind the work.

Actually, I rather like it.

I just wish Master W. would let me wear my hat. It's really hot out today. What if I get a sunburn?

I hope Miss C. comes back for me soon.

We were having so much fun playing Peter Pan and Captain Hook when all of a sudden she put me here.

Was it something I said?

There isn't a scrap of trash in sight.

There's nothing for me to do. I hope Master W. starts yelling or banging on the table so we can leave soon. This place is boring.

Drop the cookie.

You know you want to.

Cookies aren't even recyclable! It doesn't belong on your truck; and here I am, happy to take it off your hands... er... wheels.

C'mon... just drop it already. I'm right here!

Pleeeeeease?

Ooooooooowwwwhhhhh...

If only that Tigger would stop bouncing! At least this time I wasn't in my garden. He completely ruined my carrot patch last week and I'm still finding carrots jumbled up amongst the other vegetables.

It's about time he gave me a break!

I've been mowing everything in sight ever since Miss C. took my parts out of the box and put me together... two days ago!

The only reason Master W. is giving me a break right now is because it's time for his nap. That kid is relentless!

Blackberries, M&M's, hot fudge and a marachino cherry!

Miss C. sure has odd taste in frozen yogurt toppings... but everything somehow worked together. I'm stuffed!

I thought for sure this would work!

Okay, so I admit that escaping through the kitchen drain wasn't the best idea I've ever had.

It could be worse, though.

We could have gotten stuck in the toilet.

Thanks for buckling me in, Miss C.

See you after school!

Shoot.

I never should have tried that U-turn. Now I'm stuck.

Ohhh... my head is throbbing...

Where am I?

Why am I laying here?

And who are those people sorting through those boxes of... of... BODY PARTS?!

Heeeeelllllp!

I can't believe this is our last visit.

We only have one more day with Miss C. before we have to go back to school. Going home with the other kids just isn't the same.

And the worst part is that in a few more weeks school will be over with and we'll never see Miss C. again!

What are we going to do without her? Will she miss us as much as we'll miss her?

Stop messing with the controls down there!

You made me drop the bulb for the street light again.

It had better not be broken. If it is, it's coming out of your pay, not mine!

Something's wrong.

We've never been apart before. I know he wouldn't just leave me like this... unless...

No. It's not possible.

He'd never go AWOL.

He just wouldn't...

Keep digging, Master W.

We've got to get two more loads of fill dirt off to the building site by noon!

Harumph!

I should be out there on the tacks right now. I can pull twice the number of cars as that weak little wooden engine!

People see me as this mindless member of the Imperial army.

But let me tell you, there's a real person behind the mask I wear. And this Storm Trooper loves little fluffy bunnies.

There. I said it.

I LOVE FLUFFY BUNNIES!

Phew. It sure felt good to get that off my chest.

When the recruiter said I'd be put on "patrol"...

... I thought he meant some sort of security detail. "Trash patrol" isn't exactly the career I envisioned for myself. I wonder how many other guys fell for that one.

Could someone please untangle my paw?

I'm kind of stuck here.

Yes, I do believe this was a perfect day.

Master W. and I danced to my songs.

We took a long nap together.

And he gave me a fresh pot of honey.

I'm so glad we're friends.

So, you've come to claim my treasure, eh?

Well then, matey... ye best beware of booby traps!

Okay, Big Pooh.

I'm all buckled up.

Let's roll!

So...

Which one of these levers makes this thing go forward?

Maybe lying on my resume wasn't such a great idea after all...

Quit whining back there!

It may not be as glorious as a raiding a rebel base, but when Master W. issues orders we obey. Without complaint.

Understood?

All right, Big Shark.

You crossed through the Valley of Fire.

You braved the Tunnel of Doom.

And you managed to survive bath time with Master W.

You can be in our club.