Turbo

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And we're back at the final stretch

of the Indianapolis 500.

Guy Gagn is gaining on the pack.

The young French Canadian

is making quite an impression

in his debut here at the Motor Speedway.

In all my years of racing, I've never

seen a driver with this much raw talent.

But what's this?

Out of nowhere,

a dark horse is challenging Gagn.

He's gaining on the pack.

And down the front stretch.

Moving into fourth position... third...

Now, second!

Going to the outside

as they cross the bricks!

And it looks like the winner is Turbo!

Amazing! Unbelievable!

Instant replay. Again, in super slo-mo.

Welcome back, race fans.

We're here with Indy's brightest new star,

Guy Gagn.

Tell us, Guy, what inspired you

to become a race driver?

You know, Dan, everybody's got

that one thing that makes them happy.

And for me, it's terrifying,

terrifying blazing speed.

Guy!

-One at a time, please.

-Theo!

Yes, the handsome fellow in the back.

What are you doing?

What I've always done.

Stay focused, try to run my race.

That's all any driver can do.

Next question.

Can you please go to sleep?

We've got work tomorrow.

Sleep? Are you kidding me?

It takes hours to come down

after a big race like this.

Yeah, I bet. Okay.

They are the fuel that keeps me running!

Guy, when you were just a rookie

starting out in the Indy Lights,

did you ever dream

that you'd be standing here today?

Well, as my dear father

always told me,

"No dream is too big,

and no dreamer

-"too small."

-Too small.

Sleep!

Head in the game. Head in the game.

Yes! Seventeen minutes!

That's a new record!

Theo!

Good morning.

Let's go, people! Pick it up!

Turbo, ready to make his move.

Did you see that? She cut me off!

The joys of racing.

How could anyone not see the appeal

of watching a bunch of cars,

drive around in circles

for hours on end?

Left turn! Left turn! Left turn!

Your ignorance saddens me to no end.

Left turn! "What do I do here?

Oh, no, wait a minute. Left turn!"

'Morning, Chet!

How's it going, Sally?

-'Morning, Chet.

-'Morning, Phil.

Well, that's a shame.

And so begins another wonderful

work week at the plant.

All right, people, we got

a lot of tomatoes to harvest today.

We got to pick them,

we got to sort them, we got to eat them.

But most importantly, we got to be...

Safe.

Yes! Music to my ears.

Look at her.

Nice curves.

You are one giant, juicy temptress.

Big Red.

Any day now.

Any day now.

Overripe!

Overripe!

Overripe!

Oh, no.

Here we go.

Bring it on.

Not this time.

And the cars are at the starting line.

Gagn's in the top pole position,

driving his trademark

number one overripe tomato.

Next to him

is that feisty young upstart, Turbo.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

Gagn rolls into the lead

around the first turn

with Turbo hot on his tail

into the straightaway.

Hey, there he goes again.

And down the homestretch,

the crowd goes wild!

Go, Turbo!

They're neck and neck!

Gagn, Turbo! Turbo, Gagn!

-And it looks like the winner is...

-Turbo! Turbo! Turbo!

So close!

It's a photo finish!

Overripe!

All right, all right, knock it off.

Talk to your brother, Chet. Or I will.

I'm on it, Carl.

This will not happen again.

Heard that before.

Okay.

That's lunch!

You do this to yourself, you know.

I mean, look at you.

How could they not make fun of you?

It's like you're almost forcing them.

If you'd just quit it

with the speed stuff...

I can't help it.

It's in me.

No. It is not "in" you.

Says who?

Nature. Mother Nature.

Maybe you've heard of her?

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