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(ENGINES REVVING)
RACING ANNOUNCER: And we're
back at the final stretch
of the Indianapolis 500.
Guy Gagné 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 Gagné.
He's gaining on the pack.
ANNOUNCER: 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!
(IMITATES CROWD CHEERING)
Amazing! Unbelievable!
Instant replay.
Again, in super slo-mo.
Whoo! Whoa!
(YELPING)
(CLATTERING)
(VIDEO REWINDING)
Welcome back, race fans.
We're here with Indy's
brightest new star, Guy Gagné.
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.
REPORTERS ON TV: Guy!
(ALL CLAMORING)
One at a time, please.
CHET: Theo!
Yes, the handsome
fellow in the back.
(SIGHS) 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.
GUY: 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.
CHET: Sleep!
(GROANS)
Head in the game. Head in the game.
(EXHALES)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(STRAINING)
(PANTING)
Yes! Seventeen minutes!
That's a new record!
Whoo-hoo! Theo!
(MALE SNAIL YAWNS)
FEMALE SNAIL: Good morning.
(GARGLING)
Let's go, people!
Pick it up! (SIGHS)
Turbo, ready to make his move.
(GROANING)
Did you see that?
She cut me off!
Ah! 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!" (LAUGHS)
SALLY: 'Morning, Chet!
How's it going, Sally?
'Morning, Chet.
'Morning, Phil.
(CAWING)
Well, that's a shame.
And so begins another wonderful
work week at the plant.
(WHISTLING)
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...
ALL: Safe.
Yes! Music to my ears.
(WHISTLES) Look at her.
Nice curves.
Oh! You are one giant,
juicy temptress.
Mmm. Big Red.
Any day now.
(SIGHS)
Any day now.
FEMALE SNAIL: Overripe!
Overripe!
Overripe!
(GRUNTS)
Oh, no.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Here we go.
Bring it on.
(LAUGHS)
(GROANS)
Whoa! Not this time.
(FLIES BUZZING)
(GROANS)
And the cars are
at the starting line.
Gagné's in
the top pole position,
driving his trademark
number one overripe tomato.
Next to him is that feisty
young upstart, Turbo.
(IN MANLY VOICE) Gentlemen,
start your engines.
Gagné rolls into the lead
around the first turn
with Turbo hot on his tail
into the straightaway.
Hey, there he goes again.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
And down the homestretch,
the crowd goes wild!
Go, Turbo!
They're neck and neck!
Gagné, Turbo! Turbo, Gagné!
And it looks like the winner is...
SNAILS: (CHANTING) Turbo!
Oh! So close!
It's a photo finish!
(ALL LAUGHING)
FEMALE SNAIL: Overripe!
(ALL LAUGHING)
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.
Uh-huh.
Heard that before.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Okay.
(SIGHS)
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.
(SIGHS) If you'd just quit
it with the speed stuff...
I can't help it.
It's in me.
Mmm, no.
It is not "in" you.
Says who?
Nature. Mother Nature.
Maybe you've heard of her?
We all have
our limitations, Theo.
And the sooner
you accept the dull,
miserable reality
of your existence,
the happier you'll be.
Wow. Aren't you just a
little ray of sunshine?
Heads up! Shell
crusher, two o' clock!
(SLURPING)
(LAUGHS)
All right, people,
you know the drill.
Tuck and roll!
Can't tuck.
I can't tuck!
Theo, tuck and roll!
We've been over this.
I don't tuck and roll.
You have a shell
for a reason. Use it.
You use it.
I mean, come on, he's not
even looking this way.
Hey, Juice Box, nice tricycle!
You see what I'm saying?
All right, good hustle.
Good hustle, everybody!
(SCOFFS)
Almost everybody.
THEO: Quitting time!
Good night, Jim!
Night, Sally!
Night, Steve!
I don't know your name.
I'm out of here! Bye!
ANNOUNCER: You're watching Fast!
Sponsored by Adrenalode!
THEO: Adrenalode, not legal
in Utah and South Dakota.
Do not exceed more than two cans
of Adrenalode in a 24-hour period.
Do not expose Adrenalode to
flame, or to water, or to sand.
Yes!
Oh! (IN RASPY VOICE)
That tastes awesome.
Welcome back to
The Road to Indianapolis.
I'm here with five-time Indy
champ, the legendary Guy Gagné!
THEO: I love you, Guy!
Tell us, Guy, do you have any advice
for the future racers out there
who might be watching
at home right now?
Oh, my gosh.
That's me, that's me.
Well, there comes a time
in every race
when a driver is forced to make that
one, key, split-second decision.
Fall behind, or push ahead.
Push ahead!
To take a chance
and risk it all,
or play it safe
and suffer defeat.
Risk it all, Guy!
But what really separates the
racers from the champions...
Yes!
...that one thing
that separates
the ordinary from
the extraordinary...
What is it?
That one thing is...
(GASPS)
(GRUNTING)
No!
No, you didn't!
No! No! No! No! No!
Come back to me, TV!
(SOBBING)
(WHINES)
(CREAKING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTING)
Whoa. (CHUCKLES)
Only you have your finger on the...
It's working!
(CRASHES)
'Morning, Bob.
'Morning, Sally.
'Morning, Steve.
(CAWING) 'Morning...
(ALL SIGHING)
You know, this is good.
Yes, this is good.
I daresay we've had
a breakthrough, here.
With that TV gone, you can
finally get out of that garage
and put all that racing
nonsense behind you.
And do what?
Start living your life.
I have a life?
(RUMBLING)
Big Red?
Big Red!
I can't tuck.
I can't tuck!
Yes!
Finally!
All right, let's chow down!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hit the brakes, people.
It's Gardener Day.
You're quitting?
Just like that?
Hey, nothing ventured,
nothing gained.
That's a bad thing.
(LAWNMOWER SPUTTERING)
"There comes a time
in every race
when a driver is forced to make
that one, key,
split-second decision."
What did he just say?
"Take a chance and risk it all,
or play it safe
and suffer defeat."
(CHUCKLING) Okay, enough
with the crazy talk, Theo.
Just step away from the
grass and get back to work.
Theo!
And the cars are
at the starting line.
Gentlemen, start your engines.
(ENGINE STARTING)
And once again,
it's Turbo out front.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ECHOING) No dream is too big.
In the high lane!
At the stripe!
(MUSIC STOPS)
(WHIRRING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CROWD CHEERING)
And it looks like
the winner is...
Tuck and roll, Theo!
Tuck and roll!
No!
Aw.
(CLICKING TONGUE)
Are you insane?
You could've
gotten yourself killed!
Theo, what were you thinking?
I thought I could get there.
When are you gonna wake up?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(GASPS)
I wish...
I wish I was...
(AIRPLANE APPROACHING)
(HONKING)
(GASPS)
(YELPING)
(EXHALES) That was close.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(ENGINES REVVING)
Oh, no.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
Yeah!
(GRUNTS)
No, no, no!
Come on! Faster!
(SCREAMING)
(THEO YELPING)
(POWERING UP)
No, no, no!
(SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
What happened?
(GASPS) Hey, hey, hey!
Get out of here!
Not dead! Not dead!
(SHUDDERS)
(BIRDS CAWING)
(GASPS)
Ugh! It reeks in here.
It's like wearing a hat
made out of feet.
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
Home.
Aah! Aah!
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
I'm okay.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
Oh.
That's peculiar.
(YELPING)
Okay, what's happening to me?
(ALARM BLARING)
Oh! What? That's me!
Oh, come on! Stop it!
Shh! Shh! Quiet, quiet!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
(GRUNTS)
(BLARING STOPS)
Welcome, everyone, to this
monthly safety meeting.
(CAWING)
Well, there goes Jerry.
I'm going to hand things
over to Chet, now,
who has some important
new policies to go over.
Thank you very much, Carl.
Good afternoon, everyone.
I'm happy to "poli-see"
you all here today.
(CHET CHUCKLES)
Okay. I would like to begin
with some very exciting news.
The latest figures are in.
Accidental smushes
were down 15 percent.
Well done, team.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
(GROANS)
MAN ON RADIO: (SINGING)
It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme
That's right, on time
It's tricky
T-t-tricky, tricky
FEMALE DJ ON RADIO: Yo, yo!
You're listening to 98.6
where hip-hop... (IMITATES
RECORD SCRATCH) beats.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
MAN 1 ON RADIO: (SINGING)
What's new pussycat?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(MAN 2 SPEAKING SPANISH
ON RADIO)
(MAN 2 WHOOPING)
(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)
(SLURPS)
MAN 3 ON RADIO: (SINGING)
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
(SIGHS) Finally.
(IMITATES MOTORCYCLE REVVING)
(GASPS)
(LAUGHS)
Huh?
(PANTING)
What in the...
(SCREAMING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh!
(SHOUTING)
(GASPS)
(THEO YELPING)
(SCREAMS)
Whoa!
(LAUGHS)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Help!
(LAUGHS)
Stop! Stop, stop!
Mom! (GROANS)
(SOBS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah! Whoa!
Oh, no!
And so, in preparation
for Crow Awareness Week,
(SNORING)
I'd just like to say...
(BICYCLE BELL RINGING)
Tuck and roll!
(ALL LAUGHING)
No, I'm not kidding!
Tuck and roll!
(BELL RINGING)
Look out!
Granted, yes,
I admit that there's been a wee
bit of damage to inventory, here,
but if you'd just
let me explain...
You're fired!
Whoa, okay, Carl, if you just
give him one more chance,
I promise that this
will never, ever...
You don't understand.
You're fired.
"You," plural. Youse.
Y'all. Both of you!
(GROWLING)
(SIGHS)
Chet. I'm so sorry.
You have to believe me,
I didn't mean for this to...
All my life. (LAUGHING)
All my life, I've defended
you, covered for you,
stood up for you,
apologized for you,
and this is what
I get in return.
Dragged down with you
on your sinking ship.
A nice, comfy deck chair
on the S.S. Theo!
Ave-aye, Captain!
I'm really sorry.
What is wrong with you?
THEO: I don't know. All I
know is, the other night,
I'm standing above the 101,
and all of a sudden...
It was a rhetorical question!
(CAWING)
(CHET SCREAMS)
Chet!
Help! The world is moving!
(SCREAMS)
Coming through!
Okay, I'm gonna
wake up any minute now.
Wake up! Wake up!
(SCREAMING)
Chet?
Easy now, fellas. You
really don't wanna do this.
(ALL CAWING)
(YELPS)
Chet!
(THEO REVVING)
(CAWS)
(PANTING)
CHET: Am I dead?
Is this heaven?
I pictured it cleaner.
Come on, get up.
(GASPS) Theo. Whoa.
The crows got you, too.
What? No, Chet, it wasn't the crows.
It was...
(CAR HORNS HONKING)
(GASPS)
Look at this place.
Broken glass, rusty nails.
Breathe.
Discarded salt packets!
A few, yeah.
It's like a minefield out here.
(GASPS) Oh! Oh, no. I've got tetanus.
I've got tetanus.
My jaw is locking up.
(GRUNTING)
Chet, will you calm down?
There is no reason to panic.
Everything's
gonna be just fine.
(BOTH GASP)
Well, well, well. Buenas noches,
little amigos. (LAUGHS)
This must be my lucky day.
Hola. It's Tito.
Hey, tell everyone
I'm bringing it.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)
(TURNS VOLUME UP)
(SINGING ALONG IN SPANISH)
(TITO LAUGHS)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CONTINUES SINGING)
What is this place?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Well, well, well.
Somebody better call the cops,
because I'm about to
make a killing. (LAUGHS)
Killing?
What'd he drag in this time?
Ha! Whiplash is
going to eat them up.
(WHIMPERS) It's gonna
be a slaughter.
Mm-hmm, dead meat.
(GASPING)
We're gonna die.
We're gonna die.
(POPPING)
Oh! Oh!
Come on, come on.
Now, hurry up.
(STRUGGLING)
A little far from home
aren't you, garden snail?
(LAUGHS MENACINGLY) Hey, I
think we got a crier here.
Let's do this!
(WHOOPS)
I got this one!
Oh, I got this one!
Yeah. Yeah, yeah!
Come on! This is me!
Time to go, Theo.
(WHIMPERING)
TITO: Ready...
(IMITATES CAR REVVING)
(YELPS)
Set...
(ALL IMITATE CARS REVVING)
Go!
(ALL SHOUTING)
(ALL IMITATE CARS REVVING)
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHS) Look. He dead.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Taco Man found dead snail.
What?
(SCREAMING)
(SCREECHING)
Run!
Santa Maria!
What did you say
your name was again?
My name is Turbo.
Aw! I wish I could
rename myself.
Where did you find him?
How did he do that?
Where did you come from?
Hey, how'd you do that?
Theo. A word, please.
Okay, that was...
Um...
Amazing, right?
If you think that's something,
check this out. Ooh!
Ahhh! Turn it off!
Sorry. High beams. Sorry.
(BEEPING)
Ooh, that's a new one.
It's okay, it's okay, Theo.
Just hang in there.
As soon as we get home,
we're gonna get you fixed.
What? I don't need to be fixed.
(STAMMERS)
There's nothing
wrong with me, Chet.
Nothing wrong with you?
Well, you're...
You're a freak of nature.
I know, I know!
Isn't it great?
Theo!
You know what?
I prefer "Turbo."
I don't know what crazy
lab you escaped from
but you're amazing,
Little Amigo. Amazing!
ANGELO: Tito!
Mmm?
Um, one second, please.
Do you see that sign?
What does it say?
Angelo...
it says,
"Dos Bros Tacos."
"Dos" Bros, Tito.
Not "Uno" Bro.
You're supposed to be out
there, selling tacos,
not racing snails.
I know, but this little
guy is something special.
I'm telling you, Angelo,
the customers are gonna be
lining up around the block.
I can see it already.
"Come for the snail racing, stay
for the chimichangas." Huh?
Get your head out
of the clouds, Tito.
It's enough with
your crazy schemes.
No! You're a taco
genius, Angelo.
And it is my mission in life to
share your gift with the world.
Great. Then first
thing in the morning,
get in that truck
and go sell some tacos.
(SIGHS)
Tito.
(SIGHS)
You sure you had enough to eat?
Are you tired?
Here, I made up your bed.
Now, it might get
a little chilly tonight.
So, I warmed up your blanket.
There you go.
All comfy and cozy.
Sweet dreams, Little Amigo.
I'll see you in the morning.
(CHUCKLES)
Did he really just
kiss you goodnight?
He did. Jealous?
(THUMPING ON DOOR)
Question. What gives
with the super-speed?
Hey, hey, you a robot?
Are you radioactive, homie?
Is it contagious?
Give the kid some space.
I'm Whiplash. And
this here is my crew.
I'm Skidmark!
(SQUEAKING)
Ah. yeah!
And I'm Burn.
Sizzle, sizzle, uh-uh.
The name is Smoove Move. I set
the tone around here, you dig?
Now check this.
Right about now,
I'm moving so fast, the whole
world's going in slow motion, baby.
BOTH: Whoa...
Here one second, gone the next.
They call me the White Shadow!
Because I'm so fast,
all you see is my shadow.
I don't get it.
I'm fast, like a shadow!
Yeah, but shadows,
they're not inherently fast.
White Shadow...
I can still see you.
Listen, garden snail,
you clearly
got the skills
to pay the bills.
If snails had to
pay bills, that is.
You would be able to pay them.
Yeah, bills.
Paid in full, son.
So, I'm here to invite
you to join our crew.
(SUPPRESSED CHUCKLE)
Join your crew?
Did I say something humorous?
I'm sorry. It's just that
you guys are, you know,
kind of slow-ish.
ALL: Oh! Really? To our faces?
Theo, what are you doing?
Now, I'm gonna pretend I didn't
hear what I clearly just heard.
Heard what? (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
I didn't hear anything.
Nothing out of order,
did you, Theo?
Oh, I meant what I said.
Then you better put your
money where your mouth is.
Snails don't have money.
Otherwise, we'd be able to
pay the bills. Remember?
Your trash talk is
needlessly complicated.
Is it? Or is it that your
unpaid bills are overdue?
Enough talk.
It's time for action.
It's simple. First one to the
top of that shooting star
wins.
(SCOFFS)
You guys? Way up there, huh?
Awesome.
Let me get my calendar
so I can time you.
(SCOFFS)
Oh, you got jokes, rookie?
Laugh it up, garden snail.
On your mark...
(JUMP AROUND PLAYING)
Get yourself set...
Prepare to be White Shadowed!
(ALL WHOOPING)
BOTH: Whoa!
Yeah!
Whoo!
Yeah! Bam!
Coming through!
Oh! Those guys
are crazy!
Those guys are awesome.
Hey, player!
The party up here!
Whoo!
(WHOOPING)
How do I get up there?
Later!
(LAUGHING) Oh!
(MUSIC DISTORTS)
(JUMP AROUND CONTINUES PLAYING)
Coming through!
Yeah!
Who's "slow-ish" now, garden snail?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(LAUGHS) Today,
everything changes!
ANGELO: Tito,
what are you doing?
Planning a "taco-volution"!
It's a little concept that I came up with.
When you combine the words...
"Taco" and "revolution."
I get it.
But how is that supposed
to help us sell tacos?
Patience, bro. Taco-volutions
don't happen in a day.
(SINGING) Tacos, I say
Talking about a taco-volution
(GROANS)
Sauce and chips
Mmm. ..
TOUR BUS DRIVER: And next up
on our tour is the L.A. River.
Oh, Oh, Oh!
Famous for its appearance...
(GROANS)
Get! Get out!
(BIRDS CAWING)
TITO: Sorry, Paz. Can
you throw that up here?
WHIPLASH: Coming to getcha!
I'm coming to getcha!
BURN: Bye.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey!
Valley Hobby, this is
Bobby, how can I help you?
No, you got the wrong number.
Yeah, okay.
(SIGHS)
WHIPLASH: That's what
I'm talking about!
You want Jackson Five on your feet?
One Jackson per toe.
Sure, knock yourself out.
Can't get no better.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
Mmm!
CHET: Okay. So,
what's your plan, huh?
Stay here in this
rundown strip mall?
With a bunch of lunatic snails,
and a nutso taco man who is
using you to sell Mexican food?
Because if that's your plan, then
whoopty-skippy-do, sign me up!
My ears are burning. I hope
you're not talking about me.
You two seem to have a special
connection, Little Amigo,
and Snail Who Seems To Be
Friends With Little Amigo.
Is this your mother?
(LAUGHING) Your sister?
Oh! Say no more.
It's your girlfriend.
(SNORTING)
(GRUMBLES)
Ah, she's a cutie.
Ow!
Hmm.
Women.
(SIGHS)
I have to admit,
I was kind of hoping the taco-volution
would've started by now.
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
It doesn't make sense.
With my brains and your speed,
we should be destined
for greatness, right?
We need to think big,
Little Amigo.
I'm talking commercials,
talk shows, county fairs.
Flea markets. No, farmers' markets.
No, supermarkets.
We'll cover all the markets.
Quinceañeras,
confirmations, graduations.
(GASPS) The Indy 500.
Ooh, I got it. We can have
our very own telenovela!
What? No.
Oh...
THEO: (LAUGHING) Whoo!
This is it, Chet. I knew we
ended up here for a reason.
CHET: Will you just
slow down for a second?
Slow down? Are you kidding?
I'm never going slow again!
Theo, stop. Oh!
What are you trying to say?
I wanna enter him
in the Indy 500.
The Indy 500?
What are you talking about?
What is he talking about?
Now, look, I know it may
sound a little crazy...
No, no, no, Tito,
that doesn't sound crazy.
Dos Bros Tacos and Sushi.
That was crazy.
What? People love sushi.
Dos Bros Tacos and Monkey Petting Zoo.
That was crazy.
The babies were cute.
The adults were just so mean.
Taco Man and his sidekick,
the Churro.
Oh, that was
off-the-hook crazy!
(SCOFFS) Crazy awesome.
But this, Tito? This is in
a category all by itself.
Angelo, please.
Come on, Chet.
Just hear me out.
Theo, a snail cannot race in a
competition meant for cars.
There are rules.
Actually, I've been doing
a lot of research,
and there's
nothing in the rules
that says a snail
can't enter the race.
There's nothing that says this
sponge can't enter the race either,
but that doesn't mean
it's ever gonna happen.
Millions of people watch that race.
Uh-huh.
This could put us
on the map, bro.
Trying to work, here.
Oh, come on, Angelo.
All we have to do is raise the
$20,000 registration fee.
What?
I figured, once we sell the truck...
Sell the...
Are you even listening
to yourself, Tito?
You want to invest our entire
life savings in a snail!
I'm telling you, this snail crawled
into our lives for a reason.
I think he could be
our little shooting star.
Did you hear that, Chet?
This guy believes in me.
That guy is as
crazy as you are.
They'll never let
you into that race.
And even if they did,
you wouldn't survive one lap.
Yeah, but...
Angelo, listen...
Tito!
Theo!
Not every dream is
meant to come true.
Yeah, what he said.
(BOTH SIGH)
(CHUCKLES)
A snail in the Indy 500.
What will you think of next?
(SIGHS)
(REVVING)
(CHUCKLES) Don't worry, Little Amigo.
We'll get that entrance fee somehow.
(METAL DOORS CLOSING)
Hmm.
Now, I know some people may say
$20,000 sounds
like a lot of money.
It is a lot of money.
And I know some people
may say I'm crazy.
But I say, when a snail crawls into
your life at 200 miles an hour,
then you'd have to be crazy
not to grab onto that shell,
and take a ride of a lifetime.
(GASPS) Now, in case you're
still not convinced...
Boom! Check out my well-designed
endorsement poster.
(WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS
PLAYING ON RADIO)
(SINGING) ...are the
champions, my friends...
(GRUNTING)
What's your point, Tito?
My point is, we got a chance to
change our lives for the better.
To make Starlight Plaza the great
place we all know it could be.
Now, come on.
Who's ready to sponsor
the next Indy 500 champion?
(SQUEAKING)
Sorry, Tito, but
I've got work to do.
No, you don't.
None of you do.
I don't get it.
That poster was awesome.
Oh, well, good try, you did your best.
Time to go home, Theo.
Oh, we're going
to Indianapolis, Chet.
Don't you worry your chubby
little face about that.
All right, team.
(NECK CRACKING)
Snail up!
(POPPING)
TOUR BUS DRIVER: And next up
on our tour is the L.A. River.
Famous for its appearance
in such movies as... (GASPS)
You've just been
White Shadowed!
Oh!
Whoo!
Next stop is
the Starlight Plaza.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HORNS HONKING)
(CHILDREN WHOOPING) Yes!
Burn. Let's get
this party started.
You know it.
Snailed it.
Skidmark. You bringing
the beverages?
Oh, I got a beverage for you.
And a beverage for you.
(WHIMPERING)
(LAUGHING)
(AIR HISSING)
Light her up, Turbo.
Do your thing, baby.
(ALL GASPING)
Hey, Angelo!
We got customers.
Whoa!
Okay, you ready?
Go!
(CHILDREN GASP)
Huh?
(CHEERING)
(GRUNTS) All right.
You're good to go.
Okay, everybody.
Back on the bus.
Oh, Mama, you look good!
Bye. Come again. I do
weddings, bar mitzvahs.
Thank you.
Come back soon.
Tomorrow, later on today.
I'll be here.
Good luck with
that snail of yours.
Thank you, my friend.
I gotta hand it to you, Tito.
For once, one of your
crazy schemes worked.
(CHUCKLES) I know!
And, hey, if we did better
because of that billboard,
just imagine what
the Indy 500 could do.
Hey, don't go crazy on me.
We had a good day.
We sold a few extra tacos.
It's good enough.
You better not mess this up, Tito.
Mmm-hmm.
(GASPS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh, no.
Oh, yes. We're going to
Indianapolis, Chet!
"I" to the "N" to the "Dizzy"
to the "Wizzah." You dig?
(ALL LAUGH) Yes, sir.
CUSTOMER: One breakfast burrito, please.
(EXPLOSION)
(COUGHING)
That's it. I'm sorry, honey.
Today is the day.
Tito!
(GOIN' BACK TO INDIANA PLAYING)
(SNAILS WHOOPING)
Are you ready, big man?
On three. One, two...
Indy, baby!
(RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(HORNS HONKING)
Oh, oh!
I got it! "Fasty"!
Are you kidding me?
Huh?
Oh!
"Turbo"!
All right, as the kids say,
"Time to plump your ride."
Oh, heck, no!
(SKIDMARK WHOOPING)
Let's do this.
(WHIPLASH LAUGHS)
Now, that's more like it.
(GOIN' BACK TO INDIANA
CONTINUES PLAYING)
No twitching. Voilà!
Ooh-wee!
Suited and booted, gooted and
looted, dipped and whipped!
We've got a contender, baby!
Oh, look at him go!
Ah.
Fresh air, baby.
We ain't in Van Nuys no more.
Uh-uh.
(PANTING)
(SIGHS)
(GASPS)
Hi, Chet.
You're gonna be my boyfriend!
I'm gonna
call you "boo."
"Boo"? What does
that even mean?
Sure beats the view
from the garden, huh?
(SIGHS)
I can't believe
you're doing this.
"We." We are doing this.
You. I'm just a hostage.
Theo, what happens
if you wake up tomorrow,
and your powers are gone, hmm?
What then?
Then I better make
the most of today.
(WHISTLES)
This is even bigger
than Hobby-Con.
Wow. Now,
that's a car.
Whoa. Shiny.
(GASPS)
Gagné.
Whoa!
And Guy Gagné wins the pole,
with a four-lap average
of 230 miles per hour.
That's Gagné's best time yet.
Turbo has never gone that fast.
I mean, yet.
(GROANS)
So, you got a plan, Taco Man?
Of course I do.
Please tell me those phony
glasses are not your plan.
Uh, no.
That would be ridiculous.
(SOFTLY) Come on, phony
glasses, do your thing.
Oh, this great. I'm gonna
go have heart attack.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Qué pasa, my friend?
I have a driver that I'd
like to enter into the race.
What team does
your driver race for?
Dos Bros Tacos and Company.
Has he passed the rookie test?
Hey, come here. Let's
cut to the chase, okay?
You have glasses,
I have glasses.
What do we gotta do
to get this done, bro?
Hey, let go.
Come on, man, let go!
This is no way to treat a guy with glasses.
I have astigmatism and stuff.
RACE OFFICIAL: Yeah, yeah.
(SCOFFS)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
FEMALE REPORTER: Guy, how do you do it,
shattering your own
records year after year?
(LAUGHS) Well, when a cheetah
chases after a gazelle,
does he ever stop to think, "Maybe
I've caught enough gazelles.
"Maybe I should just settle
down, try the vegan thing."
No! He keeps running as long
as his legs will carry him.
I am like the cheetah.
I never give up.
Next question.
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
All right, give me the keys.
I'll drive the first shift home.
Whoa!
What gives?
(GRUNTS)
No, no, no!
(PANTING)
Can I help you, monsieur?
(CHUCKLES) One second, please.
What are you doing? Are you
trying to get me arrested?
Oh.
Sorry! So sorry. We'll
have this under control...
Ladies and gentlemen!
I give you the next
Indy 500 champion!
Huh? Huh?
Is that a snail?
Your driver is a snail?
(ALL LAUGHING)
(FEEDBACK)
What kind of welcome is that?
I'd say an appropriate
welcome, given the situation.
All right.
Game over, nut job.
Let's go.
Have a nice flight, Chet.
Huh?
Hit it!
White Shadow!
(SCREAMING)
Bonzai!
Get off!
Pedal to the metal, Turbo.
(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)
Go!
Whoa!
Yeah!
Whoa! That snail is fast!
(PANTING)
(WHIMPERING)
(LAUGHS) Whoo!
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
(CHEERING)
226! Ha-ha! That's fast
enough to qualify!
(LAUGHING)
That's what I'm talking about!
ON VIDEO: Whoa!
That snail is fast!
Oh, man, wait until
people see this!
Whoa! That snail is fast!
What? Are you seeing this?
(GULPS)
(PHONE RINGING)
MAN 1: Hello?
WOMAN: Have you heard?
Yes, I've heard.
That snail is fast.
Forget about it. This
will blow over by noon.
ON VIDEO: Whoa!
That snail is fast!
(LAUGHS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
MAN 2: Have you seen it?
Yes, I've seen it!
(SINGING) Whoa!
That snail is fast!
What?
Snail is fast!
MAN: You see
the snail moving fast
You slow, you gonna get passed
You see him
gaining position for first
He won't be last
He's ready to make a dash
Snail quicker
than a lightning flash
His engine's roaring,
he's flooring
He won't run out of gas
(ALL GASPING)
ALL: Whoa!
That snail is fast!
That snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Whoa! Are you
seeing this?
Whoa!
You cannot have
a snail in the Indy 500.
Whoa!
It's a miracle of nature!
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR: Will the snail
be crushed by the giant race cars?
(SCREAMING) Whoa!
ALL: (SINGING)
That snail is fast,
Fast, fast, fast, fast
Whoa. That snail is fast.
We've just received
word that the CEO
of IndyCar is about
to make a statement.
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
(FEEDBACK)
(INDY CEO CLEARS THROAT)
And so, after careful
consideration and...
MAN ON CELL PHONE: (SINGING)
That snail is fast
That snail is fast
Sorry. My bad.
(SIGHS)
I've decided...
Please, say yes.
Please, say yes.
Please, say no.
Please, say no.
White Shadow.
I've decided that I simply cannot
permit a snail to enter...
Please, sir,
give my snail a shot,
and I swear,
you won't regret it.
Mr. Lopez, while I appreciate your
enthusiasm, my decision is...
Let him race!
BOTH: Let him race!
ALL: (CHANTING)
Let him race!
Let him race! Let him race!
Let him race!
Now, now. Order.
Sir, if I may.
You might want to
get a two-shot here.
I, like this passionate gentleman
here, came from humble beginnings.
In the words of my dear father,
"No dream is too big,
and no dreamer, too small."
And that is why I, for one,
believe that if the Indy 500 isn't
going to put a limit on speed,
then it shouldn't
put a limit on spirit!
Give the people what they want.
Let him race!
ALL: Let him race! Let him race!
Let him race!
Just me.
Whole frame, my face.
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
All right!
"All right," what?
Your snail can compete
in the Indianapolis 500.
(GASPS)
(ALL CHEERING)
Yeah!
Has the world lost its mind?
(THANKING IN SPANISH)
(LAUGHING)
(WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS PLAYING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
To Turbo!
Starlight Plaza! Hey!
He ain't slow no more.
That's for sure.
Shut the door.
Get on the floor.
Barbeque sauce!
REPORTER ON TV: And we're back
with more from Indianapolis.
Check it out.
We're on TV.
Mr. Lopez,
how do you feel about
getting to compete
in the Indy 500?
(SOBBING) I'm just so happy.
And we'd all be
happy to see you
come on down to
the Starlight Plaza.
Just north of the 101
in Van Nuys, California.
Kim Ly Nail Salon. Where we
put the "nail" in "snail. "
Taco Man cried in front of
millions of people. Ow!
Here you go, Paz.
Nice and warm.
Goodnight, Tito.
You comfy enough, Bobby?
Uh... No.
Okay, let me know
if you need anything.
Hey! No touching!
(SNORING)
TITO: Smooth,
smooth, smooth.
Sleep tight, Little Amigo.
We got a big day tomorrow.
CHET: Yep.
Big day, indeed.
Hmm, I'm detecting a refreshing
note of disapproval.
I'm worried.
And you should be, too.
I'll be fine.
You are delusional,
you know that? (SIGHS)
(STAMMERS) It's Big Red
all over again.
Only this time, instead
of one lawn mower,
it'll be 32 giant,
fire-breathing cars!
And I won't be
able to save you.
You won't have to, because
this time, I have speed.
You're not a car.
You're a snail.
I got a shot here, Chet.
I can do this. You'll see.
No, I won't.
I will not stand by and watch
the only brother I've got
risk his life chasing
some impossible dream.
I'm sorry, Theo.
(SCOFFS)
All of these people,
they believe in me.
Guy Gagne believes in me.
Why won't you?
And by the way,
my name is Turbo.
All right.
Tout suite, let's go.
Whoa.
2.2-liter turbo V6.
24-valve
quad-overhead cam.
Fastest open-wheel, single-seat
machine on the planet.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
I think I'm in love.
(GASPS) No way.
You're not trying to steal
my trophy from me, are you?
(CHUCKLES)
Because if you want one for
yourself, you may have a long wait.
Espresso?
So, you are my
little competition, eh?
The underdog
versus the champion.
The world loves the
underdogs, you know.
The dreamers out there,
they need them.
Need to believe
that one day, maybe
they could achieve
the impossible, too.
Well, the sad truth is,
underdogs seldom win.
And dreamers?
Let's just say, eventually,
they have to wake up.
I've never talked to a snail before.
So small, so amusing.
No wonder they want
to see you race, eh?
Vroom! Vroom!
(LAUGHING)
Look at him go.
Thank you, plucky snail.
Because of you, the whole world
will be watching this race.
And when the checkered flag drops,
they'll be watching me win.
Crawl home, garden snail,
while you still can.
(DOOR SLAMS)
ANNOUNCER 1: Good
afternoon, race fans,
and welcome to this year's
running of the Indianapolis 500.
Televised in over 200 countries
and aired in
33 different languages,
this is no longer just a race,
this is the day you'll be telling
your grandchildren about.
Where were you the day they let
a snail race in the Indy 500?
Okay, time to go.
You ready?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(GROANS)
All right, team meeting.
Bring it in.
This is it, Little Amigo.
This is our moment. Our time.
Today is the day
we make our mark.
(REVVING)
Everybody in!
It's go time!
Oh, Theo.
Be careful out there.
Hey, little snail.
Are you lost?
No.
Are you a boy, or a girl?
Why is this confusing?
I'm not a girl!
And there they are, folks. Some of
the biggest names in motorsport.
ANNOUNCER 1: Shelby Stone, hot
off her win in Sao Paulo.
ANNOUNCER 2: Oh, and there's Claudio Cruz, a.k.a.
"The Brazilian Butcher."
He actually was a butcher before
he got into race car driving.
CROWD: (CHANTING)
Gagné! Gagné! Gagné!
Hey!
ANNOUNCER 2: And here he comes,
folks, le man, le myth, le legend...
le "if I could choose
anybody in the world
to be my best friend
it would be..."
Guy Gagné! (CROWD CHEERING)
Yes, yes. "Gagné, Gagné!"
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON TRUCK SPEAKERS)
You know, food trucks are
actually very popular these days.
And I tell you what,
I do love a good torta.
(TITO LAUGHING)
Yeah!
Whoo! Uh-huh.
ANNOUNCER 2: And would you
look at those t-shirts?
It is amazing what you can
do on your printer at home.
Ay, Tito, you better
know what you're doing.
Here you go, little snail. Now you've
got the best seat in the house.
(GASPS)
Oh, no. Nope.
This isn't happening.
I gotta get
out of here. (GROANS)
Stay here.
I'll be right back.
Help! Let me out.
Let me out!
(HYPERVENTILATING)
Breathe.
Good afternoon and welcome
to what has become the most
anticipated and unprecedented
running of
the Indianapolis 500.
So, without further ado,
ladies and gentlemen,
and snail,
start your engines!
(ENGINES REVVING)
It's like an earthquake!
I love it. Is it weird
that I love it?
OFFICIAL: Everyone,
off the track, please.
See you in the winner's
circle, garden snail.
Easy to the peasy, baby.
Everything's gonna be fine, okay?
We can do this, right?
Oh, I wish I was tiny,
so I can give you a hug.
Get off the track!
Okay, okay, I'm going!
Good luck out there, Turbo!
(ENGINES ROARING)
Did anybody bring earplugs?
What?
Oh, I can't watch this.
The pace car is off and the
parade laps are underway.
Only moments until
the green flag drops,
and history is made
here at Indianapolis.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CHEERING FADES)
(HEART THUMPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Let's do this.
ANNOUNCER 2: And the race is on!
You go, Turbo!
(WHIMPERS)
(YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
ANNOUNCER 2: Turbo,
struggling out there.
Looks like the party is over
for the motoring mollusk.
(SCREAMING)
He's getting killed out there.
What have we done?
Whoa.
That snail is history.
Oh! I think
I'm gonna be sick.
(LAUGHING)
(THEO SCREAMS)
(COUGHS)
Come on, garden snail.
Get your head in the game!
Go, go, go!
All right, go, go, go!
(PANTING)
(ALL YELL)
Come on! We're supposed
to be a team, here!
We're trying.
It's a snail. There's
not that much to do.
That's it. This pit crew is
officially under new management.
Now, this is how it's done.
Air jack.
Jack-tivate.
(IMITATES AIR HISSING)
Lube.
Applied liberally.
Detailing.
Wax on, wax off.
Ow!
WHIPLASH: Fuel!
Down the hatch.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
WHIPLASH: Foot massage.
You know it.
(VIBRATING)
WHIPLASH: Relaxing vibes.
Own it, brother.
(SAILING PLAYING ON PHONE)
Now, de-lax those vibes!
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)
Ahhh! Are you crazy?
Ow! Yeah, I'm crazy! What
made you think I was sane?
(STAMMERING) I don't
know how to... Ow!
Are you a car?
No.
Are you a car?
No!
Then stop driving like one!
Now get out there.
Snail up, baby!
Go, T-boogie, go!
(ALL CHEERING)
Gagné with
a commanding lead now.
Followed by Claudio Cruz,
Shelby Stone and Takao Noguchi.
Go!
Come on.
Snail up.
Snail up!
Yes!
I don't believe it!
Turbo just went under a car!
Whoa!
Did you see that?
(EYE OF THE TIGER PLAYING)
ANNOUNCER 1: Despite a rocky start, it
looks like Turbo is gaining some ground.
Yeah! Now we're talking!
Where is he?
Where is he?
(LAUGHS)
Oh! He passed another one!
(LAUGHS)
Yeah!
That's my brother, right there.
That's the back of his head!
(EYE OF THE TIGER
CONTINUES PLAYING)
Go, go, go!
Left turn! Left turn!
Yeah! Left turn!
(GASPS)
ANNOUNCER 2: Turbo maneuvers past
Shelby Stone and into second place!
He is hot on Gagné's heels!
The snail's not
going away, Guy.
All right, I know, I know!
ANNOUNCER 1: These racers better
watch it coming into turn four.
This late in the race, that
outside edge is full of marbles.
And you don't want to play
with these marbles, kids.
That rubber
peeling off the tires
can be a minefield
for these drivers.
Here we go.
Whoa!
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(GROANING)
Turbo!
Oh, no.
Oh, man.
What are we gonna do? If he takes
another hit like that last one...
You gotta pull him, Tito.
I'm sorry, Little Amigo.
It's over.
TITO: Hey.
We got this far.
It's good enough.
No, it's not.
(GRUNTS)
ANNOUNCER 2: With the green
flag about to be waved,
it looks like a mere
formality at this point.
Gagné, just five laps
away from victory.
Wait a minute! Turbo is
still in this thing!
Huh?
What? (SCREAMS)
Whoa!
What happened there?
(SCREAMING)
Come on, come on!
Whoa!
No!
Theo!
(SCREAMING)
No!
Not this time.
Come on! (SCREAMS)
Come on, Turbo.
Come on, Turbo.
Come on, just hold in
there a little longer.
No!
No!
(ALL GASP)
Farewell, little snail.
ANNOUNCER 2: Unbelievable!
Turbo takes the lead.
(CHEERING)
Snail-style, baby!
Bad idea. Bad idea.
(CROWD CHEERING)
And the white flag is in the air as
we enter the 200th and final lap.
ANNOUNCER 2: Turbo weaving between
lapped cars like a snail possessed.
He is determined to
hold onto his lead.
No!
I will not lose to a snail!
Gagné is in the marbles!
Guy, what are you doing?
(LAUGHING)
(TIRES CRUNCHING) Oh!
Ah...
(AIR HISSING)
Theo!
Turbo!
ANNOUNCER 2: The track is backed up
all the way down the front straight.
It's complete
gridlock down there.
I can't see him.
I can't see him.
MAN: Guy, are you okay?
(GROANS)
THEO: Where am I?
(GASPS)
There he is.
Theo.
Let's finish this.
(ENGINE SPUTTERS)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
Oh, no.
Oh...
Turbo.
No, no, no. Theo, what are you doing?
Don't give up.
Oh!
(YELLING)
Oh!
(STRAINING)
Hey! Where are you going?
(GASPS)
No, no!
Get back here! No, wait!
(GRUNTING)
No! Little snail!
Theo!
Is that Chet?
(CAWING)
Now, I'm gonna pretend I didn't
hear what I clearly just heard.
(SPLAT)
Ugh!
CHET: Salt!
(GRUNTS)
Crows?
Are you kidding me?
Long time no see, Chet!
(LAUGHING)
Hey!
Don't test me, crow.
White Shadow!
(YELLING)
Nice moves back there, boo.
(SCREAMS)
(SNAILS WHOOPING)
Is this really necessary?
No, man.
But it's fun.
Whoo!
Theo!
Theo!
(ECHOING)
(CAWING)
Chet?
Finish this!
I can't.
Oh, yes, you can.
You're right, you know.
It is in you.
It's always been in you.
Now, I did not just face every
fear known to snail-kind
to come down here and watch
you hide in your shell.
I'm sitting on a crow,
for crying out loud!
(CAWING)
Don't even think about it.
And my little brother
never gives up.
That's the best
thing about you.
So, you get out there
and you win this...
Turbo.
(STRAINING)
He's still going.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Son of a gun.
(GUY STRAINING)
(ALL GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
Come on, come on!
(STRAINING)
(GRUNTING)
Unbelievable!
The race is back on!
Excuse me.
ALL: Excuse me.
Little Amigo!
Hey, snail! He's gradually
gaining on you!
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
Come on! Come on!
(ALL GASPING)
Turbo! Tuck and roll!
(CROWD CHEERING)
And Turbo wins it by a shell!
That's what I'm talking about!
(ALL WHOOPING)
Chet! Chet!
Turbo!
Chet!
We won, right?
We just won?
We won.
(SCREAMS JOYOUSLY)
Hey, everybody! My brother
won the Indy 5,000!
Wow. That's so romantic.
Hey, Angelo. We did it!
We did it. We did it!
Free tacos for everybody!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(LAUGHING) Snail power, baby!
Um...
Mom.
Hey, Gagné! Why don't you pick
on someone your own size?
You big bad boy!
Security!
I step on you!
Do you like that?
Sleeper hold!
All right.
Let go of me!
I'm just an old lady!
(YELLING)
Kim Ly Nail Salon!
(CROWD CHEERING)
That's our snail!
It's like I always said,
Little Amigo, you are amazing!
(CAMERA CLICKS)
TITO: Okay, wait.
Just keep your eyes closed
until I say so, okay?
Tito, this is stupid.
Ta-da!
(BEEPS)
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: Hello, Angelo.
Let's get cooking.
TITO: Boom!
(GASPS)
(LAUGHS)
The stove talks, bro.
Uh-uh. Mmm-mmm. No, honey, soonest
available three months from now, 6:00 AM.
Brenda, that daisy really
brings out your foot!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey, I'm not paying you guys
to sit around and look pretty.
Now, that's more like it.
(LAUGHING) Check it out.
Whoa.
This guy is good.
BOBBY: And last, but not
least, Sanitation. Mmm.
Nice choice, young man.
Come on, boys. It's time
to take out the trash.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Whoo-hoo! Take a
look at this place.
Like I said, your skills
have truly paid the bills.
Yeah, bills.
(HORN HONKING)
(SATURDAY NIGHT PLAYING
ON TRUCK SPEAKERS)
(SINGING ALONG)
What you saying, bro?
All racers to
the starting line.
Hey, T.
You gonna be okay without those
fancy magic superpowers?
Sure. it never stopped
any of you. Whoo!
(LAUGHS)
(SNAILS WHOOPING)
Yeah!
Qué pasa, my friend?
(CROWD CHEERING)
You see that?
All these people?
You did that, Little Amigo.
You put this place on the map.
You really are
my little shooting star.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I got you something.
Pam!
Ha-ha! You won't be
missing this.
What? You're all better.
ALL: Ooh!
Oh, that's nice.
(IMITATES SIREN WAILING)
(CLEARS THROAT) Okay, listen up. Let's
have a nice, safe race out there today.
Don't want any accidents.
That being said,
blow them off the track, bro.
Mmm, I love a man
in uniform. For real!
(CHUCKLES)
Simmer down, boo.
I'm on duty, here.
On your mark.
All right, so, you got
a new shell. Mmm.
But can yours do this?
Hit it, Burn!
(LAUGHING)
(REVVING)
(BASS THUMPING)
PAZ: Get set.
Go.
(ALL SHOUTING)
(LET THE BASS GO PLAYING)
SKIDMARK: Come on! Let's do it!
SMOOVE MOVE: Yeah!
(ALL WHOOPING)
Hello!
Yes, sir.
What'd I say?
What'd I say?
Oh, yeah!
White Shadow!
(LET THE BASS GO
CONTINUES PLAYING)
(EXHALES) I can tuck.
I can tuck.
Okay, baby, here we go.
(STRAINING) Come on.
I did it!
I tucked! I tucked!
(GRUNTING)
I can't get out.
(THE SNAIL IS FAST PLAYING)
That snail is fast! Whoa!
That snail is fast!
What?
That snail is fast!
Turbo!
That snail is fast!
Whoa!
Turbo!
That snail is fast!
Whoa!
That snail is fast!
Think that snail's really fast
When they race, he won't crash
On your mark Ready, set, go!
Watch that snail
doing that dash
Want to be number one
He definitely races fast
Got that pedal to the metal
Vroom, vroom!
Flooring that gas
Got a need for speed
That's all the people see
You watch him move so fast
Man, it's hard to believe
But guess who did it
Yeah, he did it
He would never quit it
To all his friends and fans,
look at him crossing the finish
Turbo!
You see this snail moving fast
You slow, you gonna get passed
You see him
gaining position for first
He won't be last
He's ready to make a dash
Snail quicker than
a lighting flash
His engine's roaring
He's flooring
He won't run out of gas
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Don't think this snail can race
or even be a winner either?
When he get behind the wheel
In the race,
he'll be the leader
He'll be numero uno
Call him Turbo, Mr. Snail
On the race track
Hit the gas and never fail
Love the speed, going fast
Headed right past you
Winner of the race
Turbo snail Yup, that's who
So buckle up Do your thing
No one on the track
ever raced past him to win
Look at him Turbo!
You see the snail moving fast
You slow,
you're gonna get passed
You see him
gaining position for first
He won't be last
He's ready to make a dash
Snail quicker than
a lighting flash
His engine's roaring
He's flooring
He won't run out of gas
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Whoa!
That snail is fast!
That snail is fast!
Whoa!
That snail is fast!
You see the snail moving fast
You slow, you gonna get past
You see him
gaining position for first
He won't be last
He's ready to make a dash
Snail quicker than
a lightning flash
His engine's roaring
He's flooring
He won't run out of gas
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!
The snail is fast
The snail is fast
The snail is fast,
fast, fast, fast, fast
Turbo!