The Irelanders' Adventures of Planes/Transcript

This is the script for The Irelanders' Adventures of Planes.

[The film starts with the Disney logo and two fighter jets flew into view]

MAN: (ON RADIO) Look alive. Contact appears to be heading 315 miles. Speed 430, Angels. Approximately 2,000.

[The words World of Cars appears as the two planes soar through the sky. The title "The Irelanders' Adventures of Planes" appears in the sky. The two planes fly through the clouds, looking for someone in particular]

Plane 1: What's taking this guy so long? Is he really as good as they say he is?

Plane 2: No. Better.

Plane: Oh, yeah!

[A orange blur speeds past them]

Plane 1: Whoa! Who was that?

[The orange blur reveals to be a orange and white crop-duster called Dusty Crophopper flying fast towards them]

Dusty Crophopper: [cheekily] Why hello, ladies. You ready to loose?

Plane 2: Last one to the water tower buys a round of fuel.

Dusty Crophopper: Tell you what, I'll give you guys a head start. You're gonna need it!

Plane 1: Later, loser.

[The two jets dive into the clouds]

Dusty Crophopper: 1, 1000. 2, 1000, oh, that's enough.

[Dusty dives into the clouds after the jets over the lush green fields, over a river and over a town shaped like a plane. He rev up and blow out white smoke in the two jets' faces]

Dusty Crophopper: See ya, suckers! Eat my dust!

Leadbottom: Dusty!

[Dusty groans as he snapped out of his daydream, accidentally spray Leadbottom, a old biplane with brown fertilizer]

Leadbottom: [coughs] Pay attention! You're daydreaming again!

Dusty Crophopper: Aw, me? No, no, no, no, no. Okay, yes. But, you know, come on, Leadbottom. Really? How hard is this? Fly straight, turn around. Fly straight, turn around.

Leadbottom: Oh-ho-ho-ho, are you disrespecting the sweet sias of ariel application?

Dusty Crophopper: Look, I am more than just a crop-duster.

Leadbottom: Oh, don't go flap-jawing about that Flings Around the Planet air-racing nonsense again.

Dusty Crophopper: Excuse me, it's called the Wings Around the Globe Rally.

Leadbottom: Oh, for the love of Peterbilt.

Dusty Crophopper: And it's not nonsense. I've got a tight-turn radius and a high-power-to-weight ratio.

Leadbottom: Oh, yeah, oh, yeah. And you know what else you've got?

Dusty Crophopper: What?

Leadbottom: A screw loose! I mean, why would you wanna give up crop-dusting? Blue skies, no air traffic and that tangy scent of Vitaminamulch.

[He sprays some brown fertilizer on the crops]

Leadbottom: Mmm. Just like Momma used to spray. Delicious.

Dusty Crophopper: [recoils in disgust] Oh. Uh, they say that sense of smell is the first thing to go.

[As Leadbottom is talking, Dusty hears a train whistle in the distance]

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, quitin' time.

[He flies off]

Leadbottom: (scoffs) A crop-duster wanting to be a racer. If you ask me, more racers should wanna be crop-dusters. (singing) I got some minamulch, yeah! Minamulch~

[He sings to himself as he continues to dust the field. Meanwhile, Dusty flies over Propwash Junction, a town filled with planes and cars going about their business. Connor Lacey and his teammates arrived at the edge of the runway]

Mater: Here we are; Propwash Junction.

Connor Lacey: Wow. This is quite a sight.

Lightning McQueen: Ka-chow! Looks like you're really telling the truth after all, Mater.

Mater: Yep. I told you so.

Kim Possible: This could be a perfect place to hide Connor since he's still wanted.

Bob Parr/Mr Incredible: True but we need to figure out how to clear his name and free his mother from jail.

Holley Shiftwell: Bob's right. For now, we need to make sure that the authorities don't caught him and arrest him to jail.

Filmore: So, where are we gonna stay, man?

Connor Lacey: I don't know, Filmore but any place to hide from the police is better than nothing.

Ron Stoppable: Hey, maybe we can ask those two vehicles over there at that gas station?

Rufus: Uh-huh.

Connor Lacey: Good idea, Ron.

Kim Possible: Let's go.

[They went towards the gas station called the Fill N Fly where a green fuel truck named Chug is filling a bunch of fuel cans for a grey navy forklift named Sparky]

Chug: Euck! Now adays they got soybean fuel, switch grass fuel, alga fuel? Come on!

Sparky: Ugh, healthy? No thank you.

Chug: Tell me about it. What's next, Pistachio Propane?

Sparky: What are you? Nuts?

Chug: For my money, there's nothing like good old-fashioned corn fuel.

Sparky: Oh, yeah, you betcha.

Chug: I even made up a slogan.

Sparky: Ooh, slogans are good.

Chug: [clears his throat] "Corn. It gives you gas."

[Sparky thinks of the slogan for a bit]

Sparky: Catchy. I like that.

Chug: Me too.

Connor Lacey: Uh, excuse me?

Chug: Huh? Oh. Didn't see you guys there. Who are you?

Connor Lacey: I'm Connor Lacey.

Kim Possible: I'm Kim Possible.

Ron Stoppable: I'm Ron Stoppable.

Lightning McQueen: I'm Lightning McQueen.

Mater: My name's Mater. Like tuh-mater. But without the tuh.

Finn McMissle: Finn McMissile, British Intelligence.

Holley Shiftwell: Shiftwell. Holley Shiftwell.

Cruz Ramirez: I'm Cruz Ramirez.

Francesco Bernoulli: I'm Francesco Bernoulli.

Luigi: I am Luigi and this is Guido.

Guido: [greeting in Italian]

Fillmore: Name's Fillmore.

Sarge: Sarge reporting for duty.

Sally: I'm Sally Carrera. But you can call me Sally.

Sheriff: The name's Sheriff.

Lizzie: I'm Lizzie.

Red: (smiles)

Flo: I'm Flo.

Ramone: Name's Ramone.

Bob Parr/Mr Incredible: I'm Bob Parr. Otherwise known as Mr Incredible!

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: I'm Helen Parr. Elastigirl alternatively.

Violet Parr: I'm Violet Parr.

Dash Parr: Name's Dashiell Robert Parr. Dash for short. And this is Jack-Jack.

Jack-Jack: [giggling]

Lucius Best/Frozone: Name's Lucius Best. My superhero identity is Frozone.

Maisie Lockwood: I'm Maisie Lockwood.

The Mask: I am best known as the Mask.

Mack: I'm Mack. I transport Cruz and McQueen to races.

Everyone: We're the Irelanders!

Chug: Whoa. Nice to meet you. I'm Chug.

Sparky: And I'm Sparky.

Connor Lacey: Nice to meet you two.

Chug: (to Connor and the human race) I never saw anything like you lot before.

Violet Parr: We're what you call humans. We're the ones who built cars and other road vehicles.

Sparky: Yeah, but how come we never heard about your race?

Maisie Lockwood: Probably because we're from another realm where we come from.

Chug: I see. What brings you here? Propwash Junction is usually pass through these days.

Kim Possible: We just came to check out this place and to hide Connor from the authorities.

Ron Stoppable: He got framed for killing his father and siblings and his mother, Mai Lacey is in prison.

Chug: Whoa, seriously, that is messed up.

Dash Parr: Yep. As of now, we're trying to help clear his name and free his mother from prison.

Sparky: Wow. Can we help in any way?

Connor Lacey: Well, I suppose you can help. The more the merrier.

Mater: (to Sparky) Hey, I know you. You're Sparky who helped Skipper teach me how to fly!

Sparky: Hey, Mater! Good to see you again.

Chug: Wait. You know that tow truck, Sparky?

Sparky: Yep. He wanted to fly and Skipper helped him achieve that in time to take part in the Falcon Hawks' air show.

Chug: Oh. I never know that. He's been in his hanger for years.

Lightning McQueen: And yet he helped Mater?

Chug: Well, as far as I know in all my years here but never known he help Mater.

Maisie Lockwood: That is a long time.

Lightning McQueen: Wait, wasn't I there? Mater said I saved him from crashing.

Sparky: Guess I forgot to tell Chug that.

Connor Lacey: I wonder why Skipper's being in his hanger and not fly like any other planes.

Chug: No one knows. Hey, would you guys like to meet my friend, Dusty Crophopper?

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: Sure. [looking around] But where is he?

Sparky: He must be flying back here after crop dusting.

Chug: Yep. (to Sparky) Here you go, Sparky. You're all set.

Sparky: Catch you later, Chug.

[Sparky rolls away with the fuel cans. Then Dusty's voice is heard on the radio in Chug's shed]

Dusty Crophopper: This is Dusty Crophopper to Chug. Over.

[Chug rolls back quickly into his shed followed by the Irelanders and put his wheel on the microphone pedal to talk to Dusty]

Chug: Uh, Chug isn't here. Come on, use the new call sign.

Dusty Crophopper: Right, right, right. This is, uh, Strut Jetstream calling Turbo Coach Truck-zilla. Ready for practice?

Chug: (putting on a headset) You betcha, Strut! Ha-ha.

[He speeds out of his shed and the Irelanders follow him. Dusty flies above an hanger at the end of the runway]

Dusty Crophopper: Ha-ha! Whoo!

[We pan down to the hangar's window. Inside, a World War 2 warplane, Skipper, is watching Dusty with an grumpy look on his face]

Skipper: Ugh, young punk!

[He pull back the curtain]

Chug: All right, buddy, I got you in sight. Now let's start with some corn-row sprints. Drop and give me 20!

[Dusty flies over fields of crops and trees. Skipper opens his blind to watch Dusty do some tricks]

Chug: Come on, buddy, keep it going! Ooh, nice turn.

Dusty Crophopper: What else you got?

Chug: Okay. Now, let's try some treeline moguls.

[Dusty goes up and down between some trees]

Dusty: Yeah!

Chug: All the way up and down. Don't be dogging it. That's how you do it. Ooh, yeah! Looking good! Uh-huh.

Connor Lacey: Wow! He's good, I'II give him that.

Mater: Yep. He sure is.

Chug: Okay, adjust your angle of bank with your alien irons!

Dusty Crophopper: You mean "ailerons"?

Chug: Oh, yeah.

[Then Dusty's exhaust burst much to his dismay]

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, great.

[Later, Dusty is at the Fill N Fly repair shed being checked over by a purple forklift mechanic named Dottie]

Dottie: Oil lines and oil cooler check out.

Dusty: Mmm-hmm.

Dottie: AN-8 fittings look fine.

Dusty Nice.

Dottie: Wait a minute. You've worn out your main oil-seal.

Dusty: Oh, really?

Dottie: That kind of damage comes from extremely high speeds.

Dusty: Hey!

Dottie: Pushing the engine to the red line for prolonged periods of time.

Dusty: That would be unwise!

Dottie: But that's not you. You're a crop duster and all you do is just dust crops at very low speeds.

Dusty: Yep. Low and slow.

Dottie: Unless you've been racing again!

Dusty: No! What, me? No.

[Then Chug and the Irelanders rush in, excited]

Chug: Oh, man, Duster, you were in the zone, where a Saturn rocket couldn't catch you! Ballistic! We're talking light speed. Light speed, here! You're going to tear it up at the qualifier this weekend. Yea... Oh, Shelby.

Connor Lacey: Uh, Chug, this forklift heard us and doesn't look happy about what we just said there.

[Dottie turns to Dusty who looks at her wide eyed]

Dusty: Um, I don't know.

Dottie: Dusty, you're not built to race. You're built to dust crops. Do you know what will happen if you push it too far? Wing flutter, metal fatigue, turbine failure.

Chug: Turbine failure?

Dottie: (pretending to be Dusty) Oh, no, I'm going down! Why didn't I listen to Dottie?

Chug: Yeah, why don't you listen to Dottie?

Dottie: (pretending to be Dusty) She's the smartest mechanic in the world! Oh, my gosh!

Ron Stoppable: What?

Dottie: (pretending to be Dusty) The orphanage!

Maisie Lockwood: [gasps] No! Not the orphanage!

Dottie: (pretending to be Dusty) Kids, out of the way! Kaboom!

Chug: (covering his eyes with his nozzle) The kids!

[Dottie did a crash and explosion then fall on her side, pretending to be dead. Everyone looks surprised at this performance]

Dusty: Wow! That was vivid and specific. And exactly why I need you to come with us to the qualifier.

Dottie: You're unbelievable.

Dusty: [to Chug and the Irelanders] You hear that? I'm unbelievable.

The Mask: That act is quite hilarious. (laughs)

Kim Possible: Yeah but also very scary.

Chug: The orphans! (sobbing)

Dottie: (sighs and roll her eyes)

Mewtwo: Chug, she was pretending. It wasn't real.

Connor Lacey: So there's no need to sob or anything.

[The scene changes to Dusty, Chug and the Irelanders inside Dusty's hanger, watching Brent Mustangburger, one of the announcers from the World Grand Prix on the TV]

Brent Mustangburger: Tune in, in two weeks for the start of the Wings Around the Globe.

Dusty Crophopper: You know, I think we've got a really good shot at this, buddy.

Chug: Oh, yeah! Especially if I finish this book by then.

Francesco Bernoulli: Francesco is surprised to see Brent Mustangburger on TV.

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Saw the World Grand Prix.

Lightning McQueen: You did?

Dusty Crophopper: Yep.

Chug: The flame outs in Japan, the pile up in Porta Corsa, all of it.

Mater: Even the Lemon battle in London?

Dusty Crophopper: Yep. We heard about it and we never knew they would be such trouble.

Finn McMissile: True. Their leader turned out to be the WGP's creator, Miles Axelrod.

Chug: Whoa. That is quite an unexpected thing.

Holley Shiftwell: We know. But we managed to stop them from wrecking the World Grand Prix and causing the race cars to crash.

Connor Lacey: And afterwards, Mater was knighted by the Queen herself.

Dusty Crophopper: Wow. That's cool.

Mater: Yes siree.

[Then a show comes up on TV]

Chug: Oh! I love this show!

Brent Mustangburger: The 10 best crashes of all time.

[A plane fell off the end of the ramp]

Chug: Whoa! Oh.

Dusty: Not good.

Chug: How does that happen?

[The 9th crash shows a plane crash into one of the inflatable poles]

Dusty, Chug and Irelanders: (explains)

Dusty Crophopper: That is not going to buff out.

The Mask: Tell me about it.

Chug: You know, this might not cover everything you could run into out there.

Dusty Crophopper: What are you getting at?

Chug: (stammers) I don't know. I'm just wondering if maybe we need, uh, some help.

Ramone: From who, man?

Chug: Oh, well, like from the Skipper.

Dusty Crophopper: That old Corsair at the end of the runway?

Mater: The one who helped me fly?

Chug: Sure, he's a war hero.

Dusty Crophopper: He's an old crankshaft!

Bob Parr/Mr Incredible: Why would we need help from him?

Chug: My buddy, Sparky, says the Skipper was a legendary flight instructor in the navy. That's right. He knows stuff.

Mater: Dadgum. I never know that Skipper used to be in the navy besides teaching vehicles how to fly.

Maisie Lockwood: That is quite amazing.

Dusty Crophopper: He's been grounded for decades. Why would I want to be coached by a plane who doesn't even fly?

Chug: At least he's a plane.

Cruz Ramirez: Yeah. Cause after all, Chug's a fuel truck, not a plane.

Sarge: True. You need a flying expert to teach you stuff and what better vehicle to teach you things is a plane.

Lightning McQueen: Sarge is right. We road vehicles can't teach you flying tricks to race. A plane has to teach you, flying or grounded.

Brent Mustangburger: The number 1 crash of all time.....

[A plane crash]

Chug: Oh, man.

Plane: I'm okay,

[Then an explosion happens]

Brent Mustangburger: Oooh! That's got to hurt!

Connor Lacey: That poor plane.

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: I hope he survived.

Kim Possible: (to Dusty) Now do you understand why you need Skipper to help you train for the race?

[Dusty nods in shock. Later, he, Chug and the Irelander approaches Skipper's hangar at night]

Chug: They say he shot down 50 planes. I heard stories about his squadron, the Jolly Wrenches.

Dusty Crophopper: Mmm-hmm.

Chug: They were the roughest, toughest, meanest flyers in the navy. Ruthless killers who showed no mercy.

Dusty Crophopper: Uh, wait, so.....

Chug: No mercy!

Maisie Lockwood: Why would they do that?

Chug: They would shoot you as soon as look at you.

Maisie Lockwood: Oh, that doesn't sound very nice.

Dusty Crophopper: (using his wing to ring the doorbell) I hope you're right about this. (He and the Irelanders see that Chug has disappeared) Chug!

Ron Stoppable: Where is he?

[Chug peaks out of a pile of oil drums]

Chug: I'II wait here.

[The door opens and Skipper comes into view with an grumpy look on his face]

Dusty Crophopper: Uh... Hey, there, Skipper. (NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Say, I'm trying out for the Wings Around the Globe Rally. And I know you can't fly anymore, but, you know, they say, "Those who can't do, teach." So... (gulps) Before I ask you something, I'm sure you remember Mater who you taught to fly once, at least, right?

Mater: Yeah, Skipper. Surely you remember me from last time we met. You weren't so grumpy last time. I'II let Dusty ask you something now.

Dusty Crophopper: Okay, what I mean to say is, you're not a truck. So, I was wondering if you would train me?

[Skipper said nothing and shut the door in their faces]

Connor Lacey: Well, that is just rude.

Chug: Go on, he's warming up to you.

[He hides in the shed as Dusty rings the doorbell again]

Dusty Crophopper: So, I heard you shot down 50 planes.

Skipper Riley: You looking to be number 51?

Dusty Crophopper: Uh... No. No, no, no! Wait, wait. I just... I figured, with my guts and your glory...

Skipper Riley: Your guts would be a grease spot on a runway somewhere. Go home. You're in over your head, kid.

Dusty Crophopper: Look, you flew all those...

[Skipper shut the door in his face again and turn off the lights, leaving them in complete darkness]

Dusty Crophopper: (sighs)

Chug: Let's try the back door.

Violet Parr: Ugh, Chug, we can't try again. Skipper already rejected us twice.

Lightning McQueen: I don't get it. Why did he teach Mater to fly and not Dusty?

Connor Lacey: I don't know why he's so grumpy.

Frozone/Lucius Best: We might as well continue with Dusty's training without Skipper I suppose.

[The next day, Dusty flies over to the qualifier with Chug and The Irelanders driving down the road with Dottie in the trailer]

Chug: Hello, Lincoln! (honk horn) Hey, Dusty!

Irelanders: Wow!

Dottie: I don't know how you talked me into coming to this.

Dusty Crophopper: Now, come on, Dottie.

Guido: (speaking Italian)

Dottie: What did he say?

Luigi: He said that you need to be more positive and supportive of your friend.

Dash Parr: Yeah.

Chug: Wow! I don't believe it. A Red Tail P-51!

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, man! A Sea Fury!

Chug: Check it out!

[A biplane flies over them, leaving a trail of smoke in the sky]

Dusty Crophopper: Wow.

[Two little planes called Ned and Zed make an announcement]

Ned: Ladies and gentleplanes, may we have your attention, please? Kindly direct your windscreens to the heavens above and give a warm welcome to our special guest.

[Up in the sky, a green and black plane is leaving a green trail]

Ned: The Prince of Propellers. When he's speeding, he's leading.

Ripslinger: Get my good side, fellas.

[Car photographers take lots of photos of Ripslinger as he flies through the sky]

Ned: When he's grinning, he's winning.

Ned and Zed: The one and only...

[Ripslinger appears through the green smoke and landed on the runway]

Ripslinger: Ripslinger!

[Fireworks shines behind him]

Ripslinger: You're caught in the Rip-tide! Ha-ha! Thanks for coming out.

[He rolls off with Ned and Zed behind him]

Ripslinger: Who wants a picture? All right, one at a time.

Dottie: (coughing) Well, with all that self-promotion, at least he's modest.

Dusty Crophopper: Dottie, that's Ripslinger.

Connor Lacey: Who is Ripslinger?

Chug: He's captain of of Team RPX. They call him...

Chug and Dusty Crophopper: The Green Tornado!

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, he's so good, he's pre-qualified.

Maisie Lockwood: Whoa. Never know that competitors can get pre-qualified when they become so good at sports.

Connor Lacey: Yeah.

Dusty Crophopper: Oh. And those two, Ned and Zed.

Dusty and Chug: The Twin Turbos!

Dusty Crophopper: They're world-class racers.

Ron Stoppable: Whoa.

Dottie: You know, I hear they used to be one plane and were separated at birth.

Sheriff: Well, that is quite surprising.

Chug: Wow. I wish I was separated at birth.

Mater: Really?

Chug: Yep.

Ron Stoppable: (in Rabbit's voice) Now, why would you want that?

Chug: Because I would like to have a brother of my exact appearance and own.

Connor Lacey: Well, that would be great, Chug.

[Later, an official tug announces the trials of the qualifier]

Rover: Okay, people. This is the last of four time trials being held worldwide. Today's qualifying round is one lap around the pylons. The top five finishers will qualify for the Wings Around the Globe Rally. Oh, yeah. Fonzarelli, you're up, my man.

Fonzarelli: (spits and rolls to the runaway)

Rover: Oh, man! That's nasty.

[Fonzarelli rolls up to the runaway and take off. Dusty, Connor and their friends watch with awe]

Rover: And he's through the start gate! The racers must pass through the blue pylons on the horizontal and around the red pylons on the knife-edge. Now he's coming back to Gate Three! Nicely done, my man. Setting himself up a little high through the blue pylons there, lining up for the quadro. He's taking a hard right with a 270-degree high-G turn! Yeah! Back all the way around. Whoo!- Cleanly through. Ha! Look at you, man!

Dusty Crophopper: That guy's good.

Lightning McQueen: Ka-chow!

Rover: It doesn't get much better than that. All right. Good speed. Lining up for the three-pylon chicane, amazing pitch control. Smooth! Fast! Clean! He's going into the final turn, into the half-Cuban 8, pulling an aggressive 9.2 Gs. Attacking the climb! Wow. Now that's some speed. Coming out of the Cuban 8 at the end of a fantastic first run, people. A 01.24. 16.

[Fonzarelli pass through the gate and landed on the runway]

Rover: A very good time for the other racers to try and beat.

[Dusty looks up in determination. A red plane flies up to the course]

Rover: Fast, tight through the pylons. He's got a great pace going, here. Hes just a half a second behind.

[Then the plane's engine starts to smoke and he drops down to the runway]

Rover: Oh! Engine failure! Out of the race. Bye-bye.

Crowd: Oh!

Rover: Great performance. Watch the clock here. I can't wait. Lining up for the Blue Gate.

[A plane clip through one of the inflatable pylons, bursting it]

Rover: Oh, no, he did not! That's a major penalty.

[A black plane fails and back down on the runway]

Rover: Sorry, dude. Eighth place.

Black plane: (GROANS)

Rover: Talk about fast. Coming out the Cuban 8.

[Chug fills Dusty up with fuel]

Chug: Fueled and ready, man.

[A forklift rolls over to Dusty]

Forklift: Okay, bud, you're up.

Dottie: Good and tight. All set.

Rover: It's been a wonderful day here, and we're down to our last competitor.

Dusty Crophopper: (breaths in and out) This is it.

Maisie Lockwood: Good luck.

Rover: From Propwash Junction, Strut Jetstream.

Dottie: Strut Jetstream?

Chug: Yep. Awesomest call sign ever. (CHUCKLES) It was my idea.

Dottie: Ah. That explains it.

Lizzie: Well, that is quite interesting. You never know when a call sign may come in handy.

Rover: Hey, ag-plane! Landscaping was yesterday, man. Get off the runway. We're racing, here. Second call for Strut Jetstream.

Dusty Crophopper: No, no, no!

Rover: Looking for...

Dusty Crophopper: Yo! I'm Strut Jetstream.

Rover: You are Strut Jetstream?

Dusty Crophopper: Yep.

Rover: A crop duster? Man, what's going on here? Is everybody getting to fly today? Man, your momma must have had high hopes for you. Now, you know you are built for seed, not speed.

Sarge: Hey, that doesn't matter. If Dusty wants to race in the qualifier, let him do it.

Ripslinger: You have got to be kidding me. That farmer's going to race?

Zed: (laughing) Seriously? With a prop that small?

Ned: Maybe he races that leaky old fuel truck next to him.

Chug: Who are you calling leaky? (pointing his nozzle at Ned and Zed) I'II leak on you if you don't check your intake.

Dottie: Don't lower yourself to their level.

Finn McMissile: Yes, it's never a good idea to provoke violence. Even if they're being mean to you. Two wrongs don't make a right.

Dottie: Go on, Dust... Go on, Strut.

[Dusty moves forward to the course. The other planes and road vehicles start to laugh at him]

Planes: (laughing)

Plane 1: Who's that guy?

Car: You're going to try out?

PLANE 2: A crop duster?

FORKLIFT: Cornfield is over that way.

Forklift 2: Nice of you to take the day off just to lose!

Vehicles: (laughing)

[Dusty ignored them and took off into the course]

Chug: Go, Duster!

Connor Lacey: You can do it.

Rover: It's going to be a tall order for him to knock Fonzarelli out of fifth place.

[Dusty flew up and pass the gate]

Rover: And he's off! Well, he's starting a little conservative.

Ripslinger: This ought to be rich.

Rover: 193 miles per hour. He's into Gate Two, clean through the horizontal. What? He's practically mowing the lawn. Come to my house, man. Okay. At the first split, he's a full second behind Fonzarelli. Yo, that's a lot of time to make up, but this guy's aggressive. Now he's making that hard 270-degree high-G turn!

Chug: Whoo! That's it!

Kim Possible: Come on, big D!

Rover: Setting himself up. Left vertical turn. Lining up for the three-pylon chicane. He's gaining speed. Now, he's only half a second behind Fonzarelli. And he is closing rapidly. Now he's back on that stick. Up he goes! Up and away! Now only two-tenths of a second behind Fonzarelli! And he is closing rapidly. Now he's back on that stick. Up he goes! Up and away! Now only two-tenths of a second behind Fonzarelli!

Chug: Come on, Duster.

Mater: Whoo! Get 'er done!

Rover: Oh, it's going to be close.

Chug: He's going to do it. He's going to do it.

[Dusty flew through the gate and onto the runway]

Rover: Oh, yes! What a finish! Now, that's what you call flying!

Chug: Way to go, Dustmeister. That's what I'm talking about.

Violet Parr: That was amazing!

Mewtwo: Now, we better see what position Dusty's in.

Ron Stoppable: Yeah. Hopefully he makes into the race.

[They watch the scoreboard for Dusty's time results]

Rover: Jetstream, the official time is 1 minute, 24.26 seconds. Sixth place, but what a close one, people. Well, folks, that wraps up the trials for the Wings Around the Globe Rally.

Dash Parr: Darn it!

Lightning McQueen: Oh, so close!

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: Sorry, Dusty.

Fonzarelli: Hey, pal, sixth place ain't nothing to be ashamed of. That was a heck of a run.

Dusty Crophopper: Thanks.

Connor Lacey: Yeah. (to Dusty) You did your best, Dusty.

[Dusty nods and looks down sadly. Later, he's dusting crops with a sad look on his face. Skipper watch him with his binoculars and felt a little sorry for Dusty. He look at Sparky who returns it. A delivery van came rolling towards Propwash Junction with something making it bump and bounce inside]

Roper: Ow! Dagnabbit! Let me drive!

Chug: [fueling Mayday] There you go, topped off and all set, Mayday.

[As Mayday left, the truck arrives in front of him. The door opens, send down a ramp and Roper rolls down it, cursing it for the bumpy ride]

Roper: Will you stop! Unbelievable! Why don't you just go back! I mean, I think you actually missed a pothole! Man, you got to be the worst, I mean the worst delivery truck that has ever delivered a delivery!

Ron Stoppable: Is that the same pitty we saw at the qualifier?

Maisie Lockwood: Yes, Ron. It is.

Mewtwo: What is he doing here?

Connor Lacey: I have no idea. Let's find out.

Chug: Can we help you?

Roper: (coughs) Please tell me this is Propwash Junction.

Chug: Sure is.

Roper: Oh, finally. You know, you're not even on the map.

Chug: Yeah, pretty drive through, ain't it?

Roper: Oh, yeah. Especially if you like looking at dirt and corn. Anyway, I'm looking for a Strut Jetstream.

Chug: Who?

Roper: Jetstream. Strut Jetstream.

Chug: Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Do you have a photo?

Roper: Yeah, I got a one right here. No, I don't have a photo! I have documentation that says Strut Jetstream lives in Propwash Junction.

Sally: Really? Do we know him guys?

Dash Parr: Uh, maybe. Chug?

Chug: Oh, whoa, whoa! Whoa, wait a minute! Okay! Oh... No, gosh I...

[Dusty rolls up to them]

Dusty Crophopper: Hey, I'm Strut Jetstream.

Chug: Yeah! That's right! (LAUGHS) I knew I'd remember. There he is, strutting on over here.

Fillmore: Well, that reminds us now, man.

Dusty Crophopper: But you're mispronouncing it slightly.

Roper: I am?

Dusty Crophopper: (embarrassed) Mmm-hmm. Yeah. It's actually pronounced "Dusty Crophopper."

Roper: Dusty Crophopper.

Dusty Crophopper: Yeah. It's Scandinavian.

Roper: Right, and I'm Egyptian. (sniffs and recoils in disgust) Googly moogly! What is that smell?

Dusty Crophopper: It's Vita-minamulch.

Roper: Vita-mina-what?

[Leadbottom rolls up to the group]

Leadbottom: The finest-smelling compost this side of the Mississippi. Original, creamy and chunky style. (SNIFFS) Oh, yeah. Smell that? It's like daffodils and like Sunday dinner. I just love it. I love it. I got some minamulch, yeah! I got some minamulch, yeah!

[He heads off, singing to Roper's un-amusement]

Roper: That old plane needs some help. Y'all know that, right?

Dusty Crophopper, Chug and Irelanders: Yeah.

Roper: Are you familiar with the racing fuel additive, nitro methane?

Chug: Oh, yeah! Zip juice! Go-go punch! That stuff will blur your vision and slur your speech.

Roper: It's illegal.

Chug: Totally illegal. Wouldn't know what it looks like. Yeah, you were saying?

Roper: That substance was found in the tank of the fifth-place qualifier, Fonzarelli. Illegal fuel intake is an automatic DQ.

Ron Stoppable: What does DQ stands for?

Roper: It stands for Disqualification, my friend.

Dusty Crophopper: (stammers) Wait, so you're saying...

Roper: He's out, you're in. Congratulations.

[The group stay in surprise silence by this news]

Chug: You're in?

Dusty Crophopper: Hmm.

[Chug thinks then gets delighted as he realizes that the news is real]

Chug: He's in! (WHISTLES) You're never going to believe this. He's in! Dusty's in the race! Dottie, he's in!

Dottie: What? Are you serious?

[The other vehicles crowded around Dusty in excitement]

Sparky: Whoo! Dusty!

Dottie: Don't do anything crazy. Fly safely.

Irelanders: Hooray!

Chug: Man, it's going to be cool. You're going to cross oceans thousands of miles wide. Freezing your rudder off one day...

Sparky: And burning it off the next!

Chug: Freaking hurricanes.

Sparky: Cyclones.

Chug: Typhoons!

Sparky: Monsoons.

Chug: Tornadoes!

Sparky: Sandstorms.

Chug: Gale force winds!

Sparky: Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

[Dusty grew nervous by the mention of weather conditions he would face in the race. Later, he's in his hanger, looking at a map of the race course around the world and wondered if he's up to it when Skipper arrives with Sparky pushing him. The Irelanders are with them too]

Dusty Crophopper: Hmm. (SIGHS)

Skipper: Bad idea. You'll end up a smoking hole on the side of a mountain with your parts spread over five countries.

Dusty Crophopper: What makes you say that?

Skipper: You're going up against the best racers in the world. And some of them don't even finish. You're sloppy on your rolls, wide on your turns, slow on your straightaways.

Dusty Crophopper: You've been watching me?

Skipper: Yeah, watching you make a fool out of yourself. You need to be tighter getting in and out of your knife-edge.

Dusty Crophopper: OK.

Skipper: Any extra control input costs you speed and seconds.

Bob Parr/Mr Incredible: So, what you're trying to say is, you think Dusty is over-correcting.

Skipper: Absolutely, Mr Parr. Rookie mistake.

Dusty Crophopper: [suddenly brightening up] Are you giving me pointers?

Skipper: (surprised that Dusty is not discouraged by his words) No! I'm telling you to forget all this racing malarkey. You just ain't built for it. You're a crop duster!

Dusty Crophopper: You don't think I know that? I'm the one who's been flying back and forth across the same fields day after day, month after month, for years! I have flown thousands of miles and I have never been anywhere. Not like you. You were built to fight, and look what you did! You're a hero. I'm just trying to prove that maybe, just maybe, I can do more than what I was built for.

Lightning McQueen: Yeah! You remind me of my old mentor, Doc Hudson.

Skipper: In what way?

Lightning McQueen: Well, when I came to Radiator Springs for the first time, Doc and I didn't get along very well to begin with. He's grumpy and doesn't like me because I'm a race car. The reason why is because he used to be known as the Fabulous Hudson Hornet until he have a crash. When he was repaired, they told him that he's history and replace him with a rookie. But after I fixed the road and helped the citizens of Radiator Springs as well as sacrificing winning the Piston Cup to help the King finish his last race to avoid him having the same fate, Doc and I became good friends when he become my mentor and crew-chief. He even teaches me the turn right to go left trick when it comes to dirt tracks. But after sometime, he eventually died.

Dusty Crophopper: How did he die?

Lighting McQueen: We don't know. (to Skipper) What i'm saying is that you and Dusty can become friends in time and once we figured out why you're grumpy and not flying for decades, just like Doc and I did.

Skipper: Well, we'II see but helping Dusty in the race? You all are cars and strange things. You won't be able to handle the pressure and conditions. Especially since you can't fly.

Connor Lacey: Hey, we humans can fly in planes since we built them. And we came from another realm like my home, Ireland and Radiator Springs from this this one to help Dusty get into the race in any way we can! I was framed for the murder of my father and siblings and went on the run to avoid arrest by the police and I had to do whatever it takes to clear my name, no matter what risks I have to face.

Irelanders: Yeah!

Dusty Crophopper: (sighs) You know what? Just forget it. You'II never understand.

[Skipper stays silent, seeing that Dusty is not going to give up on his dream and how determined he is]

Skipper: 0500 tomorrow don't be late. [to Mater] And Mater, how would you like to learn to fly again?

Mater: [gasps] You mean it?!

Sparky: Yeah, of course. (he roll off with Skipper)

Mater: Dadgum! You hear that?! I'm gonna fly again!

Lightning McQueen: That's great, Mater.

Connor Lacey: At least Skipper finally agrees to train Dusty for the Wings Around the Globe Rally.

Maisie Lockwood: Yes!

Lucius Best/Frozone: Let's get some rest, guys. We got a busy day ahead tomorrow.

Kim Possible: He's right. Let's go.

[They set off, leaving Dusty delighted that Skipper is training him for the rally. The next morning, Dusty flew over some fields. Sparky polishes some binoculars]

Sparky: (humming)

Skipper: Sparky, binoculars.

[Sparky blows the binoculars and gives them to Skipper. Chug and the Irelanders are with them]

Chug: Those are some mighty clean optics, there. What do you use? Some kind of shammy?

Sparky: Oh, no, it's a special microfiber cloth.

Chug: Ah. Microfiber.

Sparky: Yeah, lint-free, scratch-free. I'll get you some. I got an ex-Navy buddy who sells them to me wholesale. I helped him set up his web...

Skipper: Knock it off. We got a lot of work to do.

Finn McMissile: Yes, you're starting to distract Dusty here so can you please keep it down? Thank you.

Sparky: (whispers) I'II hook you up.

Chug: (whispers) Thanks.

Skipper: All right, Dusty, remember this. It ain't how fast you fly, it's how you fly fast.

Dusty Crophopper: Roger that.

Skipper: Show me what you got.

Dusty Crophopper: Watch this! Oh, yeah.

[He starts to go up and down between trees]

Skipper: Great, you can go up and down. What else? Show me your turns.

Dusty Crophopper: Here we go!

[He starts to make some turns]

Skipper: You think that was good? That stunk! Knife-edge those elm trees. Oh, come on. Keep your nose up!

Sparky: Hey, Skip.

[He points to the sky, giving Skipper an idea to train Dusty better]

Skipper: You want speed, right?

Dusty Crophopper: Yeah.

Skipper: Serious, bolt-rattling speed?

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, yeah.

Skipper: Then look up. Do you see those clouds? The highway in the sky. Tailwinds like nothing you've ever flown.

[Dusty look up at the clouds nervously]

Skipper: What are you waiting for?

[Dusty gulps and flew up to the clouds]

Skipper: Come on, power up. Firewall thrust. Max torque, max torque! All right, looking good. Hold V-Y, Dusty. Max rate, now. Your nose is too high. Get your nose down. You're going to stall. Ease off the pitch. Nose down!

[Dusty look down and the ground begins to swirl lower behind him]

Dusty Crophopper: Oh!

[He drops back down to the ground, much to Skipper's surprise]

Skipper: Hey, what are you're doing?

Connor Lacey: Something must be wrong. Let's go.

[Dusty lands on the runaway and pants for breath as Skipper and the Irelanders approach him]

Dusty Crophopper: (panting)

Skipper: What just happened up there?

Dusty Crophopper: I'm.... I'm low on fuel.

Skipper: Do I look like I was built yesterday?

Dusty Crophopper: No, no. It's a long story.

Skipper: I got time.

Kim Possible: Dusty, what happened?

Dusty Crophopper: Uh... Okay, well, um, you know, I feel like I was having some problems with my axial compressor so...

Skipper: The Jolly Wrenches have a motto, Volo Pro Veritas.

Maisie Lockwood: What does that mean, Skipper?

Skipper: It means "I fly for truth". (to Dusty in disappointment) Clearly, you don't. Sparky, push me back to the hanger.

[Sparky hook up to Skipper and was just turning him around when Dusty finally let out his secret]

Dusty Crophopper: (STAMMERS) I'm afraid of heights.

[Skipper stop in surprise and Sparky turns him back around to face him]

Irelanders: You're afraid of heights?!

Chug: But you're a plane.

Dusty Crophopper: I'm a crop duster. I've never flown over a thousand feet.

Lightning McQueen: Dusty, why didn't you say anything before?

Dusty Crophopper: Because it's too embarrassing to talk about.

Skipper: Are you kidding me? Scared of heights and you want to race around the world?

Sparky: Uh, Skip, during the attack of Tujunga Harbor, why, even the P-38s had trouble at high altitudes.

Skipper: Well, Well, they didn't have to fly over the Himalayas, did they?

Dusty Crophopper: I'll still be low to the ground, just high up.

Sparky: And after the war, those 38s went on to win races.

Chug: Really? Is that true?

Sparky: Yeah, true. Like in the Cleveland race of '46.

Dash Parr: For real?

Sparky: Wait, it gets better. In '49, the P-38 Sky Ranger averaged 337 miles per hour.

Mewtwo: Wait, 337?

Sparky: Well, actually 337.4, but they round it down in the record books.

Cruz Ramirez: Why would you do that?

Sparky: Some people just have no respect for decimal points.

Chug: Yeah, I know. Tell me about it.

Sparky: Why couldn't they round it up?

Chug: Seriously, he...

Skipper: All right, all right. So, you're a flat-hatter. We'll work on that. But for now let's see if we can turn low and sloppy into low and fast.

Dusty Crophopper: Roger that.

Skipper: [looking at Lightning and the cars] And Mater's not the only one getting flying lessons. How do you guys feel about giving your wheels a rest from the ground?

Lightning McQueen: You're going to teach us to fly? That is so cool!

Holley Shiftwell: I already know how to fly cause I have wings. Look.

[She activates her wings, much to Skipper's surprise]

Skipper: Well, that makes you a teacher's assistant then.

Finn McMissile: It is a nice offer but I'm perfect without wings as a spy car to let you know.

Connor Lacey: The rest of my friends and I will book a flight to Iceland if that's alright with you, Skipper. Holley can help you with teaching Mater, McQueen and the other cars.

Skipper: You ride on planes?

Connor Lacey: Yes. My mammy and I often go on airplanes to other countries for our holidays like here in the human realm.

Cruz Ramirez: That's interesting. But still, having lessons on how to fly will give us cars some experience on what planes go through up there.

Mack: True, but we get to keep Dusty company while he races.

Lightning McQueen: So what's so wrong about learning to do what he does? Mater likes it. So we should try it too.

Cars: Yeah!

Skipper: Then let's get started.

[The scene changes to inside Skipper's hanger. Skipper is showing Dusty and the cars a flipboard of flying instructions]

Skipper: It'll go like this.

[Sparky flips a page, showing some flight angles and diagonals on a page]

Skipper: The flag marks the start line. Across the cornfield, three silos are waiting for you. Slalom those with a radial-G pass.

Dusty Crophopper: Wait. A radial what pass?

Skipper: Once you get to the trees, go to your optimal rate of climb to about 500 feet. Roll inverted and extend, trading altitude for air speed and dive toward the finish line.

Dusty Crophopper: Uh, O-kay.

Skipper: You string all that together, you might have a chance to beat him.

Dusty Crophopper: Who am I racing?

[A passenger plane is flying above the fields and the silos]

Skipper: Here he comes He's a twin commuter pushing about 1500 horsepower.

Dusty Crophopper: Uh, he's pretty high up.

Skipper: You're not racing him, you're racing his shadow. Beat it to the water tower.

[Dusty flies after the shadow]

Skipper: Let's do this! Thread the silos! Tighter! Lean into your turns more. His turns are terrible.

Sparky: Yeah.

The Mask: Come on, Dusty.

Connor Lacey: You can do it.

Skipper: Let's go, Dusty. Faster. You're falling behind. Begin your climb and catch him in the dive. Start your dive now. Never mind, you already lost.

Dusty: (groans)

[In the hanger, Dottie is showing a page with the letters IMPROVE AIR SPEED then change to a picture of Dusty with the words OPTION 1; DECREASE DRAG on it]

Dottie: So, we can increase power or we can decrease drag.

[She tears off the sprayer part of Dusty's picture. Dusty grew frightened and cover his sprayer with his wheels]

Dusty: (gasps) Definitely increase power.

[So Dottie open Dusty's hood and put some machines into Dusty to increase his speed]

Dottie: More torque means more speed.

[Later, Dusty is racing the plane's shadow and cross the finish line. Chug, The Irelanders and Sparky look at the speed monitor with delight but Skipper is not happy with the results]

Skipper: Lousy.

Finn McMissile: Wonder how Holley's getting on.

[Meanwhile, Holley's training the cars in flying lessons]

Holley Shiftwell: Alright, let's get started. First, let's try some tree slaloms.

[Lightning did some perfect air tricks in the sky]

Lightning McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!

Mater: Whoo-hoo-hoo! Feels good to be flying again.

Francesco Bernoulli: Francesco is really interested in flying.

Cruz Ramirez: You can say that again. No wonder Mater loves this so much.

Ramone: This is totally the next big thing, man.

Flo: No time for low and slow when there's time for go and flow!

Ramone: You read my mind, baby!

Mack: I wonder how Dusty's doing.

Sheriff: I'm sure Skipper, Finn and the others are helping him just fine.

Sally: Sheriff's right. I'm sure he's doing great.

[We cut back to Dusty flying towards some straw plane models on the silos]

Skipper: Come on, let's work that radial-G turn. Do it again. One more time. Again! Come on! Push it, Dusty!

[Dusty keeps gaining on the shadow and despite that it cross the finish line, he is seconds behind it which Skipper is pleased with]

Skipper: Better!

[Dusty listens really hard as Skipper and Sparky show him more flying instructions on the flipboard]

Skipper: Remember now, altitude for airspeed. Gravity is your ally. The laws of physics govern speed.

[Dottie increases Dusty's speed again]

Skipper: All right, Dusty. Give this run all you've got.

[Dusty flew up and do a radial-G turn on the silos]

Skipper: Use your radial-G. Let gravity work for you.

[Dusty does it perfectly]

Skipper: Looking good. That's what I'm talking about. Firewall the throttle! Go! Go! Go!

Chug: You got it, Duster!

[Dusty flew past some tractors who mooed and tipped over on the field by the speed]

Mater: [laughs] Never tried anything like that when tractor tipping.

Lightning McQueen: Yeah. Guess we never thought of it like that.

Skipper: Begin your climb!

[Dusty does so]

Skipper: All right, altitude for airspeed. Catch him in the dive! Dive now!

[Dusty does so and he manages to past the plane's shadow and cross the finish line first at last]

Chug: Ballistic!

Irelanders: Way to go, Dusty!

Sparky: (whooping)

Dusty Crophopper: (laughs)

Sparky: He kicked Aston Martins out there!

Chug: Dusterino.

Skipper: He's ready.

[Later, Dusty have the Jolly Wrenches insignia painted on both sides of his front]

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa!

Chug: Oh, that's cool.

Dusty Crophopper: The piston and cross-wrenches. Your squadron insignia.

Skipper: You've earned it.

Chug: It fits you. It fits you, Dusty. (sniffles)

Raven Queen: Okay, Chug, let's not get emotional just yet.

Lightning McQueen: That symbol really suits you, Dusty.

Connor Lacey: (looking at Dusty's symbol) Yeah. It should strike some fear into the other racers.

Skipper: Now, listen. When the race starts and all those planes take off, it'll stir up a bunch of swirlies just like the Wrenches ran into in the Battle of Airway.

Dusty Crophopper: Roger that.

Connor Lacey: We'II go with you to New York where the pits are then get on Siddeley to follow you and the cars to Iceland and the other countries.

Dusty Crophopper: Okay, Connor. (to Skipper) Sure wish you were coming with us, Skip.

Skipper: Just radio back when you get to the check points. I'll be your wingman from here.

Dusty Crophopper: Volo Pro Veritas, right?

Skipper: Volo Pro Veritas.

Chug: Kick some tail, buddy.

Dottie: We're all proud of you.

Sparky: Whoo-hoo! Dustmiester!

[The scene changes to New York City at night as Dusty, the cars and Siddeley approach it]

Dusty Crophopper: Wow.

Irelanders: Whoa.

Connor Lacey: This is amazing. This realm's Statue of Liberty is a forklift.

Sally: Yeah. Does your world has the Statue of Liberty in it?

Connor Lacey: Yes, Sally, in human version.

Sally: Oh, I see.

[As they approach New York, a voice speaks on Dusty's radio]

Tower controller: Break, break. Air racer number 7, Air racer number 7. Do you read? Kennedy approach, over.

Dusty Crophopper: (stammers) I'm Dusty Crophopper and the Irelanders are with me. We're looking for JFK airport.

Tower Controller: Crophopper 7, you and the Irelanders are supposed to be on the Carnice visual. Turn further left, heading 1-9-5. Maintain 1,000 feet. Intercept the 22 right localizer. You are cleared for the ILS 22, right approach.

Dusty Crophopper: Roger.

Tower controller: Heavy is sectored in behind you.

Dusty Crophopper: Run that by me one more time.

Tower Controller: Turn further left, heading 1-9-5. Maintain 1,000...

Dusty Crophopper: (seeing the runway down below him and the Irelanders) Never mind. We got it.

[Dusty and the Irelanders flew down to the runaway. Inside the control tower, two pitties are looking out for them through their binoculars]

Pitty 1: Do you see them?

Pitty 2: Well, radar does, but I don't see diddly.

[Dusty and the Irelanders fly onto the runaway]

Dusty Crophopper: Check out this pavement. Nice. It's so smooth.

Tower controller: Crophopper 7, you passed Foxtrot. Turn left onto Charlie. Hold short at 22.

Dusty Crophopper: Wait, I thought....

Tower controller: Get off the runway!

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa!

Irelanders: Yikes!

[They move out of the runway to avoid getting hit by a airplane who landed on it. They went through the yard where pitties and planes are moving in different directions]

Dusty Crophopper: Oh. Sorry.

Pitty: Go back to Jersey, you bum.

Violet Parr: Hey! No need to be rude.

Dusty Crophopper: Excuse us, where can we.....

Pitty 2: Hey-ho, do you mind? I'm working here.

Dusty Crophopper: Sorry.

[Two female pitties roll by, talking to each other]

Female Pitty: A nice guy enough, but way too much baggage, if you know what I mean.

[Then Dusty and the heroes saw a big shiny airplane tugged by a pitty]

Mater: Hey there. We're lookin' for pit row.

Tug car: The pits? Oh, yeah, that's easy. You want to go down this way toward the fire station. Then taxiway alpha forks off to the left. But don't go that way. You want to veer right. And if you get to the orange barrels, you went too far. So...

Airplane: Just go straight ahead and to the right.

Dusty Crophopper: Great, thanks. Hey, nice paint job.

Tug car: Well, thank you. I'm kind of proud of it.

Airplane: I think he was talking to me.

Tug car: Oh.

[Soon, the heroes and Dusty arrive at the pits where they saw Roper standing at the entrance]

Roper: Well, looky who's here. The Scandinavian and pals.

Connor Lacey: Good evening, sir.

Dusty Crophopper: Hey. Uh...

Roper: Miss your hometown? I don't. Just about blocked that memory out of my mind. But you're bringing it right back with that...(SNIFFS) Oh, man, that nasty Vita-mina-stink-a-bunch.

Lightning McQueen: It's Vitaminamulch.

Roper: Right. Your tent's the last one on the left. Go!

Dusty Crophopper: (chuckles) Okay.

[He and the Irelanders went down the tent row]

Roper: Power wash is on the right. Just saying.

[Dusty and the Irelanders came across Bulldog, a British racing plane in one of the tents]

Dusty Crophopper: Wow! Bulldog? From the European Cup? The Big Dog! Hey, I saw you do this unbelievable high-G vertical turn. How did you do that?

Bulldog: Well, let me tell you. In fact, why don't I tell you all my racing secrets?

Dusty Crophopper: Really?

Bulldog: No. Look, I don't know how things work in the backwater from which you hail, matey, but this is a competition. Every plane for himself! Goodbye.

Dusty Crophopper: Yeah. Sure.

[They move off]

Maisie Lockwood: Rude, much?

Finn McMissile: He and I come from the same country, England.

Connor Lacey: Really?

Mater: That's cool. Maybe I can tell him that I was knighted by the Queen herself next time we meet him again.

Mewtwo: If he learns to be more friendly to us, that is.

[Then an yellow Indian plane appears, making Dusty knock over some cans in surprise]

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa! Whoa!

Ishani: Oh.

Dusty Crophopper: Uh... Oh. Wait a second. This is AeroShell 100. I thought I ordered the DT-2380. Well, I am sorry you had to see that.

Ishani: Are you alright?

Dusty Crophopper: Sure. Why wouldn't I be? And you are Pan-Asian Champion and Mumbai Cup record holder, Ishani.

Ishani: Most people call me just Ishani.

Dusty Crophopper: I'm Dusty. I mean, uh, my name is Dusty. (chuckles) I'm not actually dusty. I'm quite clean.

Ishani: It's very nice to meet you, "quite clean" Dusty. (laughs)

Dusty Crophopper: Nice to meet you too.

[He watches Ishani roll down pit row]

Dusty Crophopper: Look at that propeller. Ooh.

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: I think that Dusty is in love with Ishani.

Bob Parr/Mr Incredible: Yep. Looks like it.

Lightning McQueen: A bit like Mater, Holley, Sally and me.

Sally: Yeah.

Mater: And don't forget Violet and her crush, Tony and her parents.

Violet Parr: Yep. That too.

[Just then, they saw Ripslinger getting a massage by his pit crew in his stage tent, fitted with disco lights and speakers]

Ripslinger: A little over there. Not so much pressure, okay?

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, excuse us, guys. Pardon us.

Ripslinger: Yeah. (spotting Dusty and the Irelanders) Hey, look who made it! It's the crop duster and pals!

Dusty Crophopper: Hey.

Ripslinger: You know, having you here is a nice vehicle-interest story. Small-town farmer and strangers from who knows where makes it to the big time.

Dusty Crophopper: Yes, sir.

Ripslinger: But tragically crashes on takeoff.

Dusty Crophopper: What?

Irelanders: Hey!

Ripslinger: Wings Around The Globe winner, Ripslinger, eulogizes the unknown hayseed and scatters his debris over a cornfield. Ratings will be through the roof!

Dusty Crophopper: OK.

Ripslinger: Good luck. Farm boy.

Dusty Crophopper: What?

[Just then, a Spanish plane wearing a mask and cape came into view]

Spanish Plane: (speaking Spanish) The hero of the people has arrived. (laughs)

[There was silence as everyone look at him in confusion]

Spanish Plane: You have never heard of the great El Chupacabra?

[Latin music plays for 2 seconds then stop, as everyone is still in silence]

Plane: Hey, isn't that that monster that siphons fuel from small vehicles?

El Chupacabra: No, no, no, it's a stage name designed to strike fear into the hearts of my opponents. (growls)

Dusty Crophopper: Yeah, he's the indoor racing champion of all Mexico.

Bulldog: Indoor racing?

El Chupacabra: (whooping) And numero uno recording artist, telenovela star and romance novelist.

Irelanders: Wow!

Bulldog: Did you say El Chupacabra or El Cuckoo-cabra?

Pitties: (laugh)

El Chupacabra: You make joke? You make joke?! Very well. You leave me no choice! I swish my cape at you! You have been shamed.

[El Chupacabra drives off, leaving Bulldog in surprise]

Bulldog: I hope I can get over it. Oh, I just did. (laughs with his pit crew)

[Dusty and the Irelanders roll alongside El Chupacabra]

Dusty Crophopper: Hey, I saw you race on on Telemoto last year. Of course, it was in Spanish, so I didn't understand everything.

El Chupacabra: I am flatted, avin pequeo. You have done many of these long distance rallies, yes?

Dusty Crophopper: No, this is our first time.

El Chupacabra: It is my first time as well!

Apple White: Really?

El Chupacabra: Yes, senorita. We will have many adventures, you and I. We will laugh, we will cry, we will dance!

Dusty Crophopper: Um.. Wow.

El Chupacabra: Probably not with each other.

Dusty Crophopper: Of course.

El Chupacabra: I will see you all in the skies, amigos. (whooping)

Dusty Crophopper: (laughing)

Lightning McQueen: Looks like Dusty's got himself a friend in the race.

Ron Stoppable: Yep. It's good to have friends to make you feel great at places and events.

Connor Lacey: That's true. We better get some sleep. We've got a big journey ahead of us tomorrow.

Irelanders: Okay, Connor.

[The scene changes to the RSN logo appears on the screen, along with a map of the rally and then Brent Mustangburger announcing it]

Brent Mustangburger: Race fans, it's that time of year again. Welcome to the Wings Around The Globe. Hello, I'm Brent Mustangburger, and this is the flagship event of the world's fastest sport where only the best of the best compete. Each leg brings a new challenge, testing agility, navigation and endurance. But when it's all said and done, speed is the name of the game. Our very own Colin Cowling is standing by live from JFK airport with the best seat in the house. How's the view, big guy?

[Colin Cowling, a blimp with a headset and speaker on his cab, appears on the screen]

Colin Cowling: Brent, the scene below me is absolutely electric. As you know, we have racers from all over the world, here. But the real story should be who's coming in second to three-time defending champ, Ripslinger, who is seeking to become the first four-time winner in the Wings Around The Globe. The racers are making their way to the runway.

[Chug, Dottie, Skipper and Sparky are watching the event on the TV when Dusty and the cars appear on it]

Dottie: It's Dusty and the cars!

Sparky: Whoo!

Chug: All right, everybody, get your Dusty bobbleheads. Your oven mitts, hats, bumper stickers, and I also ordered a thousand commemorative whistles.

Sparky: (whistles)

Chug: Hey, you think you can help me set up a website?

Sparky: Does a giga bite?

Chug: Well, not if you pet it nicely. (laughs with Sparky)

Photographer: Dusty! McQueen!

[The photographers took many pictures of Dusty, McQueen and the cars as they move through the tunnel towards the runway]

Brent Mustangburger: One-hundred and thirty-six nations compete. Twenty-one planes selected. Folks, a step onto this field, is a step into history.

[They went out into the sunlight and onto the runway]

Cars: (cheering)

Dusty Crophopper: Holy smokes!

Lightning McQueen: Ka-chow!

Mater: Dadgum!

[The cars in the stands cheered and take lots of photos while helicopters hover above the starting line]

Colin Cowling: And for the first time ever, folks, we have a crop duster, Lightning McQueen and his friends in the race.

[British forklifts in a pub saw them in disbelief]

Forklift: A crop duster? Lightning McQueen? Francesco Bernoulli? Those cars?

Female Forklift: Well, they're gonna die, apart from McQueen, Sir Tow Mater and Francesco.

[The planes are moving towards the starting line with Ripslinger in the lead. Dusty watch three jet planes soar above him in awe]

Dusty Crophopper: Wow!

Cars: (chanting) Ripslinger! Ripslinger! Ripslinger!

Ripslinger: Yeah. You're caught in the riptide! (laughs)

[El Chupacabra embraced the cheering fans]

El Chupacabra: (speaking Spanish)

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa. Look at this crowd.

El Chupacabra: Stay focused, amigo. Don't let anything distract you. Ay-yay!

[He sees a pink plane with lovely letters saying Powder Propellers on her sides. He looks lovestruck at the plane]

El Chupacabra: Who is that vision?

Dusty Crophopper: Oh, that's Rochelle, the Canadian rally champ.

El Chupacabra: She is like an angel, sent from heaven. Like a sunrise after a lifetime of darkness.

Dusty Crophopper: Like fresh fertilizer on a field of dying grass.

[El Chupacabra and the cars look stunned by Dusty's bad attempts to compare love to fertilizer]

El Chupacabra: This is not your thing, my friend.

Lightning McQueen: Yeah, Dusty. You need to work on your love comparisons to other things.

Mater: Yep. Also, the race is about to begin.

Announcer: All right, racers. Start your engines!

[Ripslinger starts his propeller, followed by Ned, Zed, Rochelle and the other planes]

Brent Mustangburger: Seven legs, over 31,000 kilometers, the world's highest mountains, and the deepest oceans all stand before them just waiting to be conquered by the right competitor.

[The planes get themselves ready to race. Dusty set his eyes in determination. At the hanger, Chug and Dottie watch with excitement]

Chug: Here we go. Oh, boy!

Brent Mustangburger: All the preparation. It all comes down to this moment. One of these planes is about to fly off into the pages of sports history and become a champion.

Dusty Crophopper: (exhales)

[The green flag raise up by a WATG car who then waves it to go]

Car: Go!

[The planes move towards the end of the runway]

Brent Mustangburger: And we are under way!

Cars: (cheering)

[The planes race into the air, creating a lot of swirlies in front of Dusty and the cars who are right behind them]

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa, swirles. Whoa! Whoa!

Cruz Ramirez: Skipper is right about these swirles. They're very windy.

Sarge: Everyone, get down!

[They went down to the ocean]

Brent Mustangburger: Our first stage is a whopper. A dead sprint across the North Atlantic.

Colin Cowling: That's right, Brent. This is how it works, folks. The winner of the leg today is the first to take off tomorrow.

[While the planes race high in the clouds, Dusty and the cars flew low above the ocean far below them. They carry on over the ocean until they can see floating ice and icy weather starting to blow as they approaches Iceland]

Dusty Crophopper and the cars: (shivering)

[Later, two planes are drinking drinks around a fire in a cabin when the door opens, revealing Dusty and the cars shivering as they went inside. Ripslinger, Ned and Zed are drinking drinks when they see them and laugh at them]

Zed: Hey, look who's finally here! It's that low-flying farmer boy and the amateur flying cars!

Ripslinger: You do know this is a race, right?

Zed: That's a good one, boss.

Dusty and the cars: (shivering)

[They head off to find somewhere to rest, pasting El Chupacabra who is talking to Rochelle]

El Chupacabra: Excuse me, how much does a snowplough weigh?

Rochelle: Je ne sais pas. I do not know.

El Chupacabra: Enough to break the ice. I am El Chupacabra.

Rochelle: Ah. You are the snowplough, oui?

El Chupacabra: You could say that, yes.

Rochelle: And I am the ice?

El Chupacabra: Yes.

Rochelle: Cold, frozen and lifeless?

El Chupacabra: No, I... It sounds better in Spanish. (laughs nervously)

Rochelle: Why don't you go plow yourself, El Chu-toy?

[She spins his propeller with her wing as she rolls away. El Chu watches as his propeller stops sideways]

El Chupacabra: She is like an angel.

[Meanwhile, Dusty and the cars met up with Connor and the Irelanders and are now contacting Skipper and their other Propwash Junction friends]

Chug: This is Propwash Junction to Dusty Crophopper and Irelanders.

Dusty Crophopper: (putting a wheel on the pedal to activate the microphone) We read you, Chug.

Chug: So, what's it like racing with the big dogs, Duster?

Dusty Crophopper: Well, our wings froze solid.

Chug: Man!

Lightning McQueen: Dusty had icicles hanging from his sprayer.

Chug: All right!

Connor Lacey: And they almost smashed into a ten-story iceberg!

Chug: Awesome!

Dusty Crophopper: (on the microphone) Yeah, "awesome" is not quite the word that I would use to describe a gruesome near-death experience.

Chug: You hang in there, buddy. There's nothing better than dying while doing what you love most.

Dottie: (sighs with sarcasm) That's gonna make him feel a lot better.

Raven Queen: (knowing that Dottie's being sarcastic due to Chug making Dusty anxious by his words) Yeah, sure.

Skipper: Dusty, just like when the Jolly Wrenches were up in the Aleutians the air down close to the sea has more moisture, which is why you took on ice.

Frozone/Lucius Best: Wow. That explains it.

Skipper: You gotta try to fly higher.

Dusty Crophopper: Great.

The Mask: Dusty, he does have a point. You need to get over your fear of heights in order to win the next leg of the race.

Skipper: That's right. The good news is tomorrow's leg goes through the Bavarian obstacle course. It's all about agility, so it's your chance to move up. And remember, it's not speed that wins races, it's skill.

[The scene changes to the planes racing over a forest in Germany at night. Bulldog is flying ahead of the cars and Dusty when suddenly his propeller starts to spark and oil spilled all over his eyes, rendering him unable to see]

Bulldog: (explains in distress) Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! I'm blinded. I can't see.

Brent Mustangburger: We're receiving breaking news of an incident in the skies over Germany involving one of the racers. Let's check in with Skycam 1 for more information.

[Skycam 1, a red helicopter appears next to Brent on the screen]

Skycam 1: Bulldog, the legendary flyer from the UK, is in tremendous danger. It looks like he's flying blind, losing speed, losing altitude... Wait! It's Racer Number 7, Crophopper, pulling up beside him.

Dottie: What's he doing?

Dusty Crophopper: Bulldog, apply your left aileron.

Bulldog: OK.

Dusty Crophopper: Stop roll. Now, quick, pull up!

Bulldog: Got it.

Dusty Crophopper: Harder, harder! Slight roll right. Good! Whoa! Big castle! Pull up! Hard roll right! Stop roll.

[Bulldog, Dusty and the cars went to both sides to avoid hitting the castle and regroup. Bulldog burst into a flag]

Bulldog: Are you still there?

Dusty Crophopper: We're right here. We'II fly right alongside you.

[The other planes cross the finish line while an ambulance and pitties rushes to the runway]

PA: Achtung! We have a mayday! Clear the runway! Achtung! Clear the runway!

Dusty Crophopper: Add power.

Bulldog: OK.

Dusty Crophopper: Easy now.

Bulldog: Yes.

Dusty Crophopper: Good. Flaps down, lock down.

[El Chupacabra, the Irelanders and the racing planes watch with anxiety]

El Chupacabra: Careful.

Connor Lacey: Easy now.

Dusty Crophopper: Landing gear down.

Bulldog: Yeah, and locked down.

Dusty Crophopper: Begin your flare. Power back a little.

Two Forklifts: (gasp)

[Bulldog lands down on the runway safely, followed by Dusty]

Dusty Crophopper: Touchdown! Nicely done!

[The Irelanders and cars cheer and head over to join Dusty and Bulldog. The medic crew rush over to Bulldog and a forklift use a hose to clean the oil from his eyes]

Bulldog: (panting) Thanks for your help, matey. I couldn't have done it without... (As the oil slides off his eyes, he saw that it was Dusty who saved him) You? You saved me? What did I tell you, boy? Every plane for himself, right?

Dusty Crophopper: Where I come from, if you see someone falling from the sky...

Bulldog: Yes, but this is a competition. Now, you're dead last. And I owe you my life. (sobs)

Dusty Crophopper: Are you crying?

Bulldog: I don't cry! I'm British. Thanks, matey.

Dusty Crophopper: Sure thing, Bulldog.

The Mask: Looks like you have learn to be more friendly to us and Dusty now.

[Bulldog is then surrounded by reporters who ask him about the incident as Ripslinger, Ned and Zed roll up]

Ripslinger: Well, I gotta say, crop duster, you are a nice guy.

Dusty Crophopper: Hey. Thanks, Rip.

Ripslinger: And we all know where nice guys finish.

Ned and Zed: (laugh) Yeah.

[They roll off, leaving Dusty and the Irelanders very cross]

Sally: Ugh. What a jerk.

Lightning McQueen: Yeah. If you ask me, I think he's a bit like Chick Hicks.

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: Besides, we can hope that Dusty will win the next leg of the rally.

Connor Lacey: Yeah. Let's get some human drinks to drink since this realm has none of them here.

The Mask: He's right. Let's get our supply.

[The scene changes to a German pub where pitties did some polka dancing and music. Ripslinger is talking to Ishani about something. Dusty just stand at the bar table, feeling down in the dumps about being last twice in a row in the rally]

Dusty Crophopper: (sighs) Dead last.

[A female pitty give him drinks]

Female Pitty: You sad, you drink.

Dusty Crophopper: Thanks. Great advice.

El Chupacabra: (sniffs) At least you are not last in the race for love.

Dusty Crophopper: Rochelle?

El Chupacabra: Her passion is, sadly, not for me. (sobs)

Dusty Crophopper: Tough break, El Chu.

Raven Queen: Yeah. You need some help of winning over Rochelle's heart.

Ron Stoppable: What can we do to help El Chu gain Rochelle's affections?

Rufus: Yeah.

Kim Possible: I'm sure we'II think of something, Ron.

[Then a small turquoise car with a trailer rolls up to Dusty and the Irelanders]

Franz: (honks horn) Excuse me. My name is Franz and I am a huge fan.

Dusty Crophopper: I have fans?

Franz: Oh, no, no, no. Just me. And I would like to say danke for representing all us little planes.

Lightning McQueen: But you're a car.

Franz: Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I am what you call a Flugzeugauto, one of only six flying cars ever built!

[Then his trailer turns into wings and a propeller at his back]

Dusty Crophopper: Whoa!

Irelanders: Cool!

Von Fliegenhozen: Guten Tag. Herr Dusty. I am Von Fliegenhozen.

Dusty Crophopper: Didn't you just say your name is Franz?

Von Fliegenhozen: Nein, nein, nein. Franz is a guy with no spine who is in charge when we putter about the cobblestones. In the air, I am in charge.

El Chupacabra (whispering): This guy needs to get his head gasket checked. Serious identity issues.

Von Fliegenhozen: (raising an eyebrow) This from the one wearing a mask?

El Chupacabra: Touche.

[Von Fliegenhozen converts back into Franz]

Franz: We are both pulling for you, Herr Dusty.

Dusty Crophopper: Thanks for the support. I need all the help I can get.

Franz: I have a humble suggestion. Would you not be much faster without the pipes and tank and the whatnot weighing you down?

Dusty Crophopper: My sprayer. Again?

Franz: Yeah. Why carrying around the extra weight?

El Chupacabra:The little crazy car is right. Perhaps you need to start thinking like a racer.

Connor Lacey: Yeah.

[Later, Dusty is in a hangar with El Chu, Franz and the Irelanders waiting outside]

Dusty Crophopper: This is reversible, right? Oh! Oh. Hey, you're being careful down there, right? Whoa. Ooh! Yep, that's cold.

[The doors opens and Dusty rolls out with blue stripes and the number 7 on his sides]

Dusty Crophopper: (in high-pitched voice) So? (clears throat and in normal voice) So, what do you think?

Franz: Wunderbar, Dusty.

Irelanders: Wow!

El Chupacabra: Fantastico. (laughs) It is freeing, yes?

Dusty Crophopper: Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth.

[Soon, he files around the town, faster than before]

Dusty Crophopper: (explaining in delight) Bye-bye, sprayer! Thanks for everything, Franz...Er, Von Fliegenhozen.

Von Fliegenhozen: Guten luck, Herr Dusty.

[Later, the race continues on]

Brent Mustangburger: It's our third leg and we've already lost several competitors to equipment failure.

Colin Cowling: But the real story here, Brent, is Dusty Crophopper, Lightning McQueen and the Irelanders.

Brent Mustangburger: Absolutely.

Colin Cowling: He's passing one flier after another.

[All the vehicles from around the world, from the Jolly Wrenches to pubs, start to cheer for Dusty and the Irelanders]

Brent Mustangburger: That's right. This guy was built to dust crops, but he's dusting the competition. What's next, Colin?

Colin Cowling: Brent, this could be Crophopper's leg, all the way. The racers will have to fly under a hard ceiling of 1,000 feet. Stay under the clouds and in the hills.

[Roper saw one of the planes flew up above the others into the clouds]

Roper: Number 20 is disqualified.

[Dusty easily passes the other planes and did a twirl above one of them]

Brent Mustangburger: What a move.

Colin Cowling: Incredible.

Brent Mustangburger: Look at that radial-G pass.

Skipper: Oh, yeah!

Colin Cowling: From last place, all the way up to eighth.

Female Reporter: Mr Ripslinger, you were built for racing.

Ripslinger: Yeah! You know it.

Female Reporter: So how can a crop duster, along with some cars and other strange characters out-fly you?

Ripslinger: Wait, what?

Male Reporter: There they are!

Reporters: Dusty!

Chug: Wow.

Male Reporter: How do you keep up with the pros?

Female Reporter: Did working on the farm make you stronger?

Male Reporter: Dusty! Why do you fly so low?

Ripslinger: Why are they're wasting their time with them? He's a tractor with wings. Those cars are just making fools of themselves. And as for those beings, they're very strange for my liking.

Zed: Actually, it's a really compelling underdog story. It's like Rocky.

Ned: It's more like David and Goliath.

Zed: Or Old Yeller.

Ned: That's not an underdog story!

Zed: Well, there's a dog in it!

Ripslinger: [groans in annoyance] Enough!

Ned: (hitting Zed with his wing) Yeah, enough!

Ripslinger: You know, they shot Old Yeller at the end, you twits.

Ned: Oh! Spoiler alert!

Ripslinger: Soon, we'II be overrun by every banner tower, skywriter and air freighter who thinks they can be one of us. That farm boy and those losers forgot who they are and where they came from. They're not about to stop me from making history.

Female Reporter: Dusty, Dusty, where did you learn to race?

Dusty Crophopper: From my coach, Skipper. He's the reason I'm even here. He's an amazing instructor. And a great friend. He flew dozens of missions all around the world. And I'm sure, if he could, he'd be with us right now.

[Skipper smiles at Dusty's comments about him and starts to think of doing something he haven't done in a long time. That night, Skipper went onto the runway and look around to see if the coast is clear and lower his wings. Sparky watch him hopefully as he revved his propeller and starts to move but then he stops and his propeller slows down to a stop. Sparky felt very disappointed but try to make an excuse on why Skipper stopped trying to fly]

Sparky: Whoa, your engine sounds kind of rough. Must be a mag misfire. It's probably not a good night for flying anyway.

[He hook up to Skipper and push him back to his hanger. The next morning, Chug has made another sale to a car]

Chug: OK. Come back soon.

[Two pitties roll up to him]

Pitty 1: Hey, you