Team Hot Wheels: The Origin of Awesome! Page #3

Help! Help! Save Gammy Gram!

I got you, Gammy!

(STRAINING)

Oh!

Forescore!

My eye!

Oh, thank you for saving me,

anonymous masked hero

the height and shape of my grandson.

You're welcome, Gammy, uh...

I mean, Old-Lady-who-I-don't-know.

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Rev, you're mine.

Oh, no, you don't, Wyatt.

Gage, wait for me!

(EXCLAIMS)

My baby!

A pigeon ate my baby!

Uh-oh.

Okay, I'll get in front and slow him down.

You make sure he doesn't...

No, I'll get in front!

GAGE:
Watch out!

WYATT:
We'll never catch him now.

We need a miracle.

RHETT:
Did someone say "miracle"?

Yeah!

Bombs away, buddy!

(SCREAMING)

Let's see how tough you

are outside your car.

BRANDON:
Gage! Help!

I can't shake Lincoln.

He keeps turning up like a bad, bad penny.

Hang on, buddy. I'll distract him.

Hey, stovetop!

Forescore! Forescore! Forescore!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Okay, now let's see who you really are.

WYATT:
Gage!

Help!

Forescore!

(EXCLAIMING)

Watch the face.

(EXCLAIMING)

Gage! Help!

RHETT:
I got you!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(SCREAMS)

(STRAINING)

(CHOKING)

I thought we'd be shark bait for sure.

(ALL SIGH)

Guys, check it out.

I think we got him!

RHETT:
Aw, he looks like a turtle

stuck on his back.

Yee-haw! I'm a hero!

We're all heroes!

- Yeah!

- Brandon likey!

Oh, Larry's gonna flip

when he hears we caught Rev.

(ALL GROAN)

Rev, we hardly knew ye.

(ALL GASP)

Well, looks like we aren't finished yet.

Let's get the varmint!

Come on, team, let's roll!

And Larry's gonna kill us.

Are you sure about that?

- Larry!

- Larry!

(LAUGHS) You boys crashed up

these cars real good.

(STAMMERING) Wait, you're not mad?

No, everybody knows

you've got to break an omelet

to make a few eggs.

Wait, what?

You done good, boys.

You almost got Rev.

Now, come on, let's get these

cars hitched up and fixed up.

We'll try again first thing in the morning.

I'll make you a frittata.

ALL:
Ooh!

What's a frittata?

Oh, forescore.

(CROWING)

GAGE:
Gentlemen, start your mornings.

(BURPS)

New record, but I can be faster.

Now to head over to Larry's

in the old Twin Mill and, uh...

Oh.

Oh, yes, Mr. Eisenhower! (SNORES)

I'd love to be your date to the White House.

Come on!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

RHETT:
Om, become one with nature.

Om, I am a tree.

Om, feel the wind within my leaves,

which is actually my hair.

Om, nothing is going to stop

this awesome tranquility I feel.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SCREAMS)

(CLATTERING)

(GROANS)

Being a tree is for the birds.

Sorry, Rhett, don't be mad.

I got a text from Larry and...

Whoa! Now wait just a minute, Gage!

Larry can text?

Careful, Rhett, runaway mower.

(BEEPING)

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