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,