No more rocks!

I know the water is tempting, but I'm a kiddie pool not a pond!

Please, Master W., have mercy on an old kiddie pool past its prime. This just makes me look worse!

Hello there, Diesel.

You look so sad. Perhaps a pot of honey would help to cheer you up. Tigger and I are just on our way over to Rabbit's house to see if he has any to share. Would you like to join us?

Hey guys!

I'm heading back to California for another shot at the Piston Cup. Got any more of those lucky whitewall tires left?

Attention all trains!

The Monkey Wash is open for business!

We accept all forms of payment: bananas, bananas... and, um... bananas!

There's a new scrub brush in town.

Dirty dishes don't stand a chance.

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.