(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Okay, Mater.
Campfire's ready. We are all set.
Mater?
That's how it is. A progression of learners and teachers.
Hey there, buddy. I met some new friends.
I gotta say, they some really interestin' folk.
Hey, y'all come on over.
But, Mater, I thought this was our time.
We were going to hang out together, make our own plans, right?
Well, it seems to me you're fighting that road trip sponte...
Spotanei... Spontaneousish... Ugh!
That "make it up as you go" spirit.
I mean, what's wrong with meeting some fun new friends?
(OWL HOOTING)
So, what brings you around to these parts?
What brings you around these parts?
Uh, I'm taking a trip with my friend.
A perfectly innocent trip, with a friend?
What's going on here?
Are you both willing to question
everything you think you know about the natural world?
Yeah, I'm not following here.
We are researchers, Mr. McQueen.
We straddle the thin veil between the known and the unknown.
- We hunt cryptids. - Cryptids?
Creatures on the fringes of our perception.
Which include your Chupacabras, your mothmans,
and, most especially, your Bigfoot.
And we demand your oath of loyalty
before we accept you into our secret order.
Secret order?
What are you talking about?
RANGE ROVER: These woods are a hotbed for cryptid activity,
specifically Bigfoot.
Would you look at that?
Really? Because I'm just not seeing it.
But what do I know?
Listen, you folks have a fantastic Bigfoot hunt.
I'll be in dreamland.
- Uh, Buddy, I kinda told them we're in. - What?
Hitting the highway, a couple of friends
With new adventures 'round every bend
Whether racing fast or getting towed
We're ever together, cars on the road
Scanning sector seven.
Nothing here. Move on to sector eight.
- RANGE ROVER: Moving out. - It's under there.
- Sector eight. Who's out there? - Sector, sector, bravo, delta.
Mater report.
Ain't no Bigfoot critters this way neither.
RANGE ROVER: Yep, clear under that one. STATION WAGON: Sector nine!
RANGE ROVER: Moving on! STATION WAGON: All clear!
Oh, jeez.
No Bigfoot in their right mind would stick around
- through all of this racket. -(TWIG BREAKS)
-(RUSTLING) -(GASPS)
(CHUCKLES) Bigfoot. Give me a break.
-(LOUD THUD) -(SCREAMS)
(RUSTLING)
-(ENGINE REVVING) -(GASPS)
Go away! Shoo!
(PANTING)
(McQUEEN SCREAMS)
Get away!
(GASPS)
(LOUD CRASH)
(GROANING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
Why am I...
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS) Great.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS) Oh, no!
-(MUSIC STOPS) - Whoa! What? You're awake?
How much of that did you see?
None. Nothing. I didn't see anything.
Oh, you're not a monster.
You're a monster truck.
Uh, my name is Ivy, and I used to be a monster truck.
What do you mean "used to be"?
AUDIENCE: (CHANTING) Smash! Smash! Smash!
Oh, gimme a break! What are you waiting for?
IVY: Back there, they expected one thing from me.
(AUDIENCE CONTINUES CHANTING)
I do miss the performance. Just not that performance.
Out here, I don't need to be anything for anybody.
Huh.
Hey, so how about you cut me down?
Not so fast.
You seem harmless.
So why are you hanging with those gearsticks out there?
Oh, no, no, no. I have absolutely nothing to do with any of them. (GASPS)
Gotcha, Bigfoot.
You's hereby declared a class A paranormal specimen
by the secret order of the Wayne County Cryptid Busters.
Oh, hey, Lightning.
No, I swear! I'm only an honorary member.
They let me suit up just for tonight.
Hmm. Okay, okay.
If I cut you down,
you promise to help me flush those other gasbags off my mountain.
Yep, yep, yep. We'll do whatever you say.
What exactly did you have in mind?
Huh. There ain't nothin' down here but a whole lot of bubkes.
Ah, I'm stumped.
I keep scaring them off but they just keep coming back.
Huh. Maybe it's time to up the stakes.
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING) - What the...
I got this. Nothing to see here! This will all go right back.
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
That's it.
I think we need to give our rude little friends a real scary story.
(GRUNTING)
Ooh, how scary are we talking?
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
RANGE ROVER: Keep your eyes peeled!
Clearly the Bigfoot has dragged those poor saps into its secret lair.
Prepare to neutralize the beast!
(ALL GASP)
(ENTHRALLING MUSIC PLAYING)
The lights! Those sounds!
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Forget Bigfoot. It's time to recalibrate for aliens!
- Look out! -(ALL GASP)
(ALL GRUNTING)
RANGE ROVER: I can't see!
STATION WAGON: Hey, your tire's in my face!
CAMPER: Get me out of here!
(ALL GRUNTING)
(DISTORTED VOICE) We come from a planet beyond your perception,
on a mission that you may find unpleasant.
It's a class one gray alien!
- Its eyes! - Oh, no!
Help me! Help me!
Oh. Mercy! Mercy!
(SCREAMS, SPUTTERS)
They're emptying him!
(DISTORTED VOICE) Submit, foolish Earth dwellers.
So that we may drain the living essence from your husks.
(ALL GASP)
Now, which one of you will be first?
(SCREAMS) Save yourselves!
STATION WAGON: Out of my way!
RANGE ROVER: Let's get out of here!
CAMPER: Mama!
(LAUGHS)
- It worked! - Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!
That's cold. They didn't even try to save me.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Well, you got your mountain back.
Maybe now you can finally catch a break.
Hey, thanks for all your help.
It was really fun to put on a performance again.
- Uh, hey. - BOTH: Huh!
So, uh, (CHUCKLES) where are you guys headed?
(LAUGHS) This is great!
I think I've been cooped up just a little too long!
Ugh! Yup, I'd agree with that.
Well, here's to spontaneity.
What doesn't kill you at least makes a new friend.
(LAUGHS) You've got that right.
Whoo! (LAUGHS)
(SCATS) Aye, oh!
(LAUGHS) Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
(LAUGHS) Watch this move!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
I'm rolling now!
-(LAUGHS) - Whoo!