Turbo FAST (2013) s01e12 Episode Script
Curse of the Cicadas - Beat-A Fajita
1 [engine revvs.]
# - Whoa! - Woo! # Those snails are fast - # Turbo - F-A-S-T # That's the team you'll never beat Turbo, he got super speed Whiplash, he jets to the lead Skidmark, propeller flow Chet's safe, he'll take it slow Smoove Move with them speakers, baby Burn burnin' that fire crazy White Shadow, big with no fear Now you know the team is here There they go, gone in a flash - # Those snails are fast - Turbo # - # Those snails are fast - Whoa! # - # Those snails are fast - Whoa! # Those snails are fast, fast, fast, fast, fast - # Turbo - Woo! # [music.]
[reverse beeping.]
All right, snails, we're on a tight deadline.
Let's go.
[machines rumbling.]
Well, not too fast! Remember: safety first.
[silent whirring.]
But time is money.
You weren't hired to loaf around! [engines revving.]
Whoa, whoa! Take it easy! That's how accidents happen.
Sheesh.
What's with these guys? [engines racing.]
Hey, slow down! You're gonna break something.
What are we gonna break, the dirt? [engines revving.]
White Shad [crashing.]
Oh, no.
[White Shadow.]
Sorry, I broke the dirt.
Whoa.
What do you think is down there? Haunted gold mine! No! Hole to China! No! Haunted gold mine to China full of mole people! Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
Sounds like this is a job for the Fast Action Spelunking Team, baby! This is spelunking? Huh.
I always thought it was some kind of snorkeling.
I thought it was that ice cream with the three flavors.
I thought it was when you sneeze and fart at the same time.
What? It needs a name.
- [White Shadow.]
What is this place? - Don't know.
But it looks like somebody's been down here before.
Check out these weirdo-rific hieroglyphics.
[blowing.]
[whirring.]
Aah aah [sneezes, farts.]
Ah, pardon my spelunking.
Looks like it says that behind one of these doors - is a room full of treasure.
- I like that.
- And behind the other is a vicious rat.
- I don't like that.
Yeah, I say we open the treasure door.
How do we know which is which? We gotta approach this scientifically.
Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a snail if he is slow, and this door is not the rat! [screaming.]
Oh.
[chuckles.]
I guess that rat's been in there awhile.
Well, I guess we go through the other door.
I don't know, guys.
Starting to get a bad feeling about this.
You say that about everything.
Last week you got a bad feeling about almond milk.
Darn straight! You can't milk an almond.
[music.]
Whoa! It's treasure from some sort of lost ancient civilization.
Crystal Adrenalode? Oh! I heard they stopped making this 15 years ago.
I wonder what it tastes like.
Why y'all lookin' at me?! I ain't that old! Come on.
What's this picture supposed to be? It's just a bunch of squigglies.
Hey, wait.
There's a hidden 3-D image! - Oh, man! - So cool! - I don't see it.
- You've gotta relax your eye stalks.
Still don't see it.
Oh, yeah, that's the stuff.
Something tells me I'm never getting a turn.
[blowing, coughing.]
[gasps.]
The Muchacabra.
- Whatcha got there, Smoove? - Nothing.
Nothing.
Oh! Oh! I can totally see it now! It is a sailboat! - Train.
- Right.
Uh, yeah, I was just testing you.
See if you could see it.
Uh, guys, I don't think we should be touching this stuff.
I'm pretty sure this is some sort of ancient burial ground.
Which means whoever's buried down here ain't using it anymore.
[all murmuring in agreement.]
[music.]
It would be my pleasure to take this retro treasure.
[cracking noises.]
[dramatic music.]
[shrieking.]
Crystal Adrenalode is such a great idea.
I wonder why they ever stopped making it? [gagging.]
Ooh! Ooh! I think I'm starting to see it! [grunting, sputtering.]
[sizzling.]
Aww [loud chirring.]
What is that noise? [beat boxing.]
Um, who are you guys? 'Sup, homies.
We're cicadas.
Wait, I've heard of cicadas.
You're the bugs that only come out of hibernation every 17 years en masse.
En massive, massive masse.
[nasally voice á la Urkel.]
That's us.
And we really love being woken up a year early.
Not! [laugh track playing.]
Wait, let me get this straight.
You bugs have been nappin' since the '90s? [mumbles song á la Kurt Cobain.]
- Um what? - Homie's sayin' "mos def, yo.
" Did anyone speak English in the '90s? Don't worry, I happen to speak a little old-school hip-hop.
[clears throat.]
'Sup, homeslice? How's it hang-a-langin'? We straight trippin', yo.
Some scrubs done busted up into our crib and started actin' a mad fool while we were catchin' Zs.
- It's wiggity-wiggity whacked.
- Chill, holmes.
No dis intended.
It's all good in the hood, aight? P to the S, them threads are off the heezy.
- They straight up fly, fresh dope.
- Word up.
Sorry to interject, but do you future fellas have - any space food to munch on? - Oh, right.
You must be hungry.
Well, we've got a tomato patch over there.
I guess it wouldn't hurt of you took one or two of the delicious tomatoes.
- Tomato! - Tomatoes! [buzzing.]
[grumbling.]
[slurping.]
[sneezes, farts.]
Did I do that? [laugh track plays.]
Dang, these bugs are hungry.
They gonna leave us with nothin' but stems and skins.
Hey, guys, I said one or two, not our whole food supply.
Yeah, this ain't no dang buffet! No problem.
We're totally full.
Not! [laugh track plays.]
[cicadas whooping.]
We have to do something! - And by "we" I mean you guys.
- We're on it! Aah! [loud dance beats playing.]
[cicadas yelling.]
[bowling pins clatter.]
Time for a blast from the past.
What are you talking about? They're the ones from the past.
It should be, "a blast from the future.
" "Blast from the future"? That's not a thing.
Just spray 'em with the dang hose already.
[cicadas yelling.]
[loud buzzing.]
There's just too many of them! We're doomed! Nothing can stop these guys! [sighing.]
There is one thing that can get these bugs in line.
I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it looks like we need the power of - the Muchacabra.
- Gesundheit.
[Latin pop beat playing.]
Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Um, what is this? [talking loudly.]
The Muchacabra was a Latin dance craze that was banned in the '90s for being too catchy.
- Right, Whip? - I don't know! Seriously, how old do you guys think I am?! Ay-yi-yi-yi! - # Get that rump shakin' # - Hey! Straight up money makin' Bringin' home the bacon Do the Muchacabra! Gotta admit, it is kinda catchy.
Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! - # Everybody turn around # - Hey! - # Drop your booty to the ground # - Ay-yi-yi-yi! Hey, somebody gotta turn this off! I can't stop dancin'! - Oh! Me neither! - It's in my brains! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it [music stops.]
[all gasping and panting.]
Those bugs won't stand a chance.
[music.]
This better work.
I feel like a doggone fool.
Earmuffs, everybody! [slurping.]
Mm-mm-mm! These future tomatoes are scrum-diddly-umscious.
[Latin pop beat plaing.]
[cicadas gasping.]
Ah, yeah! It's time to put those wings together.
As we present the Fresh Factory's number one dance hit, the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Oh, no! The Muchacabra! Time for romance It'll put you in a trance [chirring excitedly.]
# Do the Muchacabra! # - Hey! - # Dip it and drop it, flip it and flop it # Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra All right, bugs, now follow us.
- Hey! - # Do the Muchacabra! # Ay-yi-yi-yi! Do the Muchacabra! [all.]
Hey! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Get that rump shakin' [humming along.]
Straight up money makin' Bringin' home the bacon Do the Muchacabra! - R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-raah! # Everybody turn around # - # Drop your booty to the ground # - Hey! - # It's the fresh new sound # - Ay-yi-yi-yi! - # Do the Muchacabra! # - Hey! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! OK, Shadow, now! [tires screeching.]
[all cheering.]
Good work, everyone! Now let's never speak of this again.
[all muttering.]
Wait, is that it? Aren't we just pushing the cicada problem onto a future generation of snails? Ah, Boo, I'm sure the future FAST crew will be able to deal with them.
Yeah, with lasers! Everyone in the future has lasers.
- [Burn.]
That's a good point.
- [Turbo.]
That's right, lasers.
- [Skidmark.]
I forgot about the lasers.
- [Turbo.]
Excellent point.
[humming.]
# Do the Muchacabra! # [sizzling.]
[sputters.]
Eh.
Thanks for helping out, amigos.
Busy day today.
[horn honking "Tequila" melody.]
Whoa, who is that? [engine revving.]
[tires screeching.]
Hola, my amigos and buenos dias to you, Tito.
Why, yes, I am celebrity chef Dean Cuizeen.
But I didn't even ask.
Is that a Food limo? [chuckling.]
Why, yes, it is, Tito.
- I am putting Dos Bros out of business.
- What?! No chance, mister! Now, have a taste of your demise.
[gulps.]
Oregano cumin Tijuana worm salt?! [gasps.]
You used our secret seasoning recipe! [chuckling.]
OK, first, I prefer "stole," and second, you make tacos and that is a fajita royale, much classier and much pricier.
You can try to copy our taste, but we got something you could never replace: our star attraction, Turbo and his FAST crew! [thudding.]
[screeching again.]
As they say in Mexico, au contraire.
Ladies and gentlemen, food legend Dean Cuizeen is proud to present the pride of Beverly Hills, FAJITA: the Fajita Action Jet-Injection Team Awesome! [music.]
[excited murmuring.]
Huh? [Dean.]
There's Lightning, with his maglev shell.
Oh! Oh, you did not just shock me! Bad news.
This Lightning does strike twice.
Oh! [Dean.]
Snap, sporting her fiery heat-compression burners.
What?! Um, the word you're looking for is, "burn!" Oh, Snap! [farts.]
[Dean.]
Next up, Peel-out, master of the hover jet! - Hello, Skidmark.
- Get out of my head! [Dean.]
With his ultrasonic drum machine, it's Groove Rider! No way this cat can out-groove me.
[dance music playing.]
I don't have to, mon.
[up-tempo rock music.]
Aah! Hey, that's un-groovable.
[Dean.]
Movin' softly and carrying some big wheels, it's Mondo Tires! Mondo Tires! Sigh, White Shadow.
And, last but not least, with the latest in fusion-shell technology, the one and only Fusion! Sorry, taco shell, we're the new game in town.
Yeah, uh, lame game.
[meek chuckle.]
Pretty impressive, huh, folks? There ain't a better lookin' team of snails in all of Los Angeles.
Good looks don't help you on the track.
What a great idea! Everyone, Tito has challenged my team to a relay race, pitting each of my snails against one of his.
What? I didn't say anything about a race.
Oh, he wants to bet on it now! [all gasping.]
You win and I'll give you this five dollar gift card to Chez Fajita.
Ooh! But if Oop! I mean, when, my snails win, Dos Bros is mine to bulldoze.
That's not even close to a fair bet.
What's the matter, Tito? Pollo? [clucking.]
- Pollo means chicken.
- Is Tito chicken? Chef, you got yourself a bet! [all cheering.]
Man, I don't believe this.
Shown up by some shiny-shelled pretty snails.
What? You think Snap's pretty? Trust me, she's had some work done.
It's like they're better versions of us.
That Peel-out's in my head.
He's in my head! Where did these guys come from? It's like they appeared yes from the shadows! We're gonna lose the taco stand! All right, everybody, get a grip.
Turbo, tell them the one thing you need to win a race.
- Speed? - No, the other one thing.
- Believing in myself? - The other, other one thing.
Friendship? World peace? The eye of the tiger? I don't know! Know your opponent, who they really are.
- These snails didn't just come out of thin air.
- They came out of Beverly Hills Gang, we're going on a field trip.
[music.]
[chuckling.]
Great show today, my little friends.
You have been money well spent.
[loud kiss.]
What do you think, Skid? Most advanced shells I've ever seen.
It must be plutonium-based fusion technology - with a 3.
5 gigajoule output of - In English, Skid! Very powerful.
Very unstable.
And I know a thing or two about being unstable.
[squeaking.]
[strained grunting.]
OK, let's go over this one last time.
How do you disable Whiplash's jet engine? Two hundred and thirty-seven volts directly to the centrifuge.
How do you throw Smoove off his groove? You blast him with something screechy and out of rhythm.
And how do get in Skidmark's head? What are you asking me for? All I need to know is how to beat Burn.
Skidmark is Peel-out's problem.
I don't believe it.
These guys are nothin' but phonies with fancy shells! Yeah, phonies that have been specifically trained to beat each one of us! I guess Cuizeen stole our recipe just like he stole Tito's.
But his racers aren't any more authentic than his food.
We just gotta flip the script.
- Yeah! Flip the script! - That's right! Yes! Uh, what does that mean exactly? Ladies and gentlemen and amigos! I am happy you're all here for this historic snail-o a snail-o relay race.
[Mel over PA.]
Historic indeed! The first leg is about to begin, with Lightning versus Skidmark! Hey, wait a minute! That match-up's not right.
Shocked to see me? [beeping.]
Not as shocked as you're gonna be.
[blows raspberry.]
[electricity crackling.]
[yelling.]
Hey, thanks for the boost! And the FAST team takes a quick lead.
This one's over.
Really? Five more legs? Well, good thing I have nowhere to be.
Come on, come on, come on! [tires squealing.]
[yelling.]
Fear my Mondo tires! Time to burn [thudding.]
[all gasping.]
Looks like you're a little tire-ed out.
[Burn grunting.]
[cackling.]
And with a one-two punch of tires and trash talk, FAJITA takes the lead! It's up to Smoove Move to get the FAST crew back on top.
Um, the only smoove move you're gonna make is into last place.
- Snap! - Ooh, I like a confident woman.
[tires screeching.]
Look at this loser.
That's not a neck, that's a spaghetti noodle.
Oh, snap! All the better to gaze into your beautiful eyes, my dear.
[romantic music playing.]
Yeah, well I see why they call you Smoove.
[giggling.]
Aw, they made friends.
This isn't the way it was supposed to go.
Win harder! [giggling.]
I'm going to get into your head.
I'm like a tiny parasite, burrowing right into your [gulps.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I just break your concentration? Hm-mm-mm.
[tires squealing.]
[heavy metal music.]
Heavy metal, turn it up! Head bang! Head bang! Head bang! Oh, mon! He likes this garbage? [slow piano music.]
[groaning.]
White Shadow [snoring.]
[Mel.]
White Shadow appears to have forgotten he's racing and simply gone to sleep! The FAST team falls behind as we enter the final leg.
What? You didn't wanna switch up? No need to worry about a phony like you when you're the real deal.
[snoring.]
[Mel.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is incredible! I just beat my high score on Candy Jewels! Oh, hey, look! The race is tied.
The crowd is going nuts as each snail battles to stay ahead.
Finish him! [grunting.]
[cracking.]
[both grunting.]
[gasps.]
- Game over! - [Turbo.]
For you! Ha! Told ya! You can't beat the real deal.
[Fusion shrieks.]
[buzzer sounds.]
[cheering.]
[cheering.]
Ugh! Gimme that! You are not fit to wear that shell! - [Tito.]
Careful, that looks kind of - [yelping.]
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Very powerful, very unstable.
No! My food limo! I'm ruined.
[sobbing.]
Ah, man, that's rough.
I guess this is a bad time to remind you about that five dollar gift card? [wailing.]
# - Whoa! - Woo! # Those snails are fast - # Turbo - F-A-S-T # That's the team you'll never beat Turbo, he got super speed Whiplash, he jets to the lead Skidmark, propeller flow Chet's safe, he'll take it slow Smoove Move with them speakers, baby Burn burnin' that fire crazy White Shadow, big with no fear Now you know the team is here There they go, gone in a flash - # Those snails are fast - Turbo # - # Those snails are fast - Whoa! # - # Those snails are fast - Whoa! # Those snails are fast, fast, fast, fast, fast - # Turbo - Woo! # [music.]
[reverse beeping.]
All right, snails, we're on a tight deadline.
Let's go.
[machines rumbling.]
Well, not too fast! Remember: safety first.
[silent whirring.]
But time is money.
You weren't hired to loaf around! [engines revving.]
Whoa, whoa! Take it easy! That's how accidents happen.
Sheesh.
What's with these guys? [engines racing.]
Hey, slow down! You're gonna break something.
What are we gonna break, the dirt? [engines revving.]
White Shad [crashing.]
Oh, no.
[White Shadow.]
Sorry, I broke the dirt.
Whoa.
What do you think is down there? Haunted gold mine! No! Hole to China! No! Haunted gold mine to China full of mole people! Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
Sounds like this is a job for the Fast Action Spelunking Team, baby! This is spelunking? Huh.
I always thought it was some kind of snorkeling.
I thought it was that ice cream with the three flavors.
I thought it was when you sneeze and fart at the same time.
What? It needs a name.
- [White Shadow.]
What is this place? - Don't know.
But it looks like somebody's been down here before.
Check out these weirdo-rific hieroglyphics.
[blowing.]
[whirring.]
Aah aah [sneezes, farts.]
Ah, pardon my spelunking.
Looks like it says that behind one of these doors - is a room full of treasure.
- I like that.
- And behind the other is a vicious rat.
- I don't like that.
Yeah, I say we open the treasure door.
How do we know which is which? We gotta approach this scientifically.
Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a snail if he is slow, and this door is not the rat! [screaming.]
Oh.
[chuckles.]
I guess that rat's been in there awhile.
Well, I guess we go through the other door.
I don't know, guys.
Starting to get a bad feeling about this.
You say that about everything.
Last week you got a bad feeling about almond milk.
Darn straight! You can't milk an almond.
[music.]
Whoa! It's treasure from some sort of lost ancient civilization.
Crystal Adrenalode? Oh! I heard they stopped making this 15 years ago.
I wonder what it tastes like.
Why y'all lookin' at me?! I ain't that old! Come on.
What's this picture supposed to be? It's just a bunch of squigglies.
Hey, wait.
There's a hidden 3-D image! - Oh, man! - So cool! - I don't see it.
- You've gotta relax your eye stalks.
Still don't see it.
Oh, yeah, that's the stuff.
Something tells me I'm never getting a turn.
[blowing, coughing.]
[gasps.]
The Muchacabra.
- Whatcha got there, Smoove? - Nothing.
Nothing.
Oh! Oh! I can totally see it now! It is a sailboat! - Train.
- Right.
Uh, yeah, I was just testing you.
See if you could see it.
Uh, guys, I don't think we should be touching this stuff.
I'm pretty sure this is some sort of ancient burial ground.
Which means whoever's buried down here ain't using it anymore.
[all murmuring in agreement.]
[music.]
It would be my pleasure to take this retro treasure.
[cracking noises.]
[dramatic music.]
[shrieking.]
Crystal Adrenalode is such a great idea.
I wonder why they ever stopped making it? [gagging.]
Ooh! Ooh! I think I'm starting to see it! [grunting, sputtering.]
[sizzling.]
Aww [loud chirring.]
What is that noise? [beat boxing.]
Um, who are you guys? 'Sup, homies.
We're cicadas.
Wait, I've heard of cicadas.
You're the bugs that only come out of hibernation every 17 years en masse.
En massive, massive masse.
[nasally voice á la Urkel.]
That's us.
And we really love being woken up a year early.
Not! [laugh track playing.]
Wait, let me get this straight.
You bugs have been nappin' since the '90s? [mumbles song á la Kurt Cobain.]
- Um what? - Homie's sayin' "mos def, yo.
" Did anyone speak English in the '90s? Don't worry, I happen to speak a little old-school hip-hop.
[clears throat.]
'Sup, homeslice? How's it hang-a-langin'? We straight trippin', yo.
Some scrubs done busted up into our crib and started actin' a mad fool while we were catchin' Zs.
- It's wiggity-wiggity whacked.
- Chill, holmes.
No dis intended.
It's all good in the hood, aight? P to the S, them threads are off the heezy.
- They straight up fly, fresh dope.
- Word up.
Sorry to interject, but do you future fellas have - any space food to munch on? - Oh, right.
You must be hungry.
Well, we've got a tomato patch over there.
I guess it wouldn't hurt of you took one or two of the delicious tomatoes.
- Tomato! - Tomatoes! [buzzing.]
[grumbling.]
[slurping.]
[sneezes, farts.]
Did I do that? [laugh track plays.]
Dang, these bugs are hungry.
They gonna leave us with nothin' but stems and skins.
Hey, guys, I said one or two, not our whole food supply.
Yeah, this ain't no dang buffet! No problem.
We're totally full.
Not! [laugh track plays.]
[cicadas whooping.]
We have to do something! - And by "we" I mean you guys.
- We're on it! Aah! [loud dance beats playing.]
[cicadas yelling.]
[bowling pins clatter.]
Time for a blast from the past.
What are you talking about? They're the ones from the past.
It should be, "a blast from the future.
" "Blast from the future"? That's not a thing.
Just spray 'em with the dang hose already.
[cicadas yelling.]
[loud buzzing.]
There's just too many of them! We're doomed! Nothing can stop these guys! [sighing.]
There is one thing that can get these bugs in line.
I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it looks like we need the power of - the Muchacabra.
- Gesundheit.
[Latin pop beat playing.]
Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Um, what is this? [talking loudly.]
The Muchacabra was a Latin dance craze that was banned in the '90s for being too catchy.
- Right, Whip? - I don't know! Seriously, how old do you guys think I am?! Ay-yi-yi-yi! - # Get that rump shakin' # - Hey! Straight up money makin' Bringin' home the bacon Do the Muchacabra! Gotta admit, it is kinda catchy.
Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! - # Everybody turn around # - Hey! - # Drop your booty to the ground # - Ay-yi-yi-yi! Hey, somebody gotta turn this off! I can't stop dancin'! - Oh! Me neither! - It's in my brains! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it [music stops.]
[all gasping and panting.]
Those bugs won't stand a chance.
[music.]
This better work.
I feel like a doggone fool.
Earmuffs, everybody! [slurping.]
Mm-mm-mm! These future tomatoes are scrum-diddly-umscious.
[Latin pop beat plaing.]
[cicadas gasping.]
Ah, yeah! It's time to put those wings together.
As we present the Fresh Factory's number one dance hit, the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Oh, no! The Muchacabra! Time for romance It'll put you in a trance [chirring excitedly.]
# Do the Muchacabra! # - Hey! - # Dip it and drop it, flip it and flop it # Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra All right, bugs, now follow us.
- Hey! - # Do the Muchacabra! # Ay-yi-yi-yi! Do the Muchacabra! [all.]
Hey! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Get that rump shakin' [humming along.]
Straight up money makin' Bringin' home the bacon Do the Muchacabra! - R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-raah! # Everybody turn around # - # Drop your booty to the ground # - Hey! - # It's the fresh new sound # - Ay-yi-yi-yi! - # Do the Muchacabra! # - Hey! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! Dip it and drop it Flip it and flop it Hippin' and hoppin' Do the Muchacabra! OK, Shadow, now! [tires screeching.]
[all cheering.]
Good work, everyone! Now let's never speak of this again.
[all muttering.]
Wait, is that it? Aren't we just pushing the cicada problem onto a future generation of snails? Ah, Boo, I'm sure the future FAST crew will be able to deal with them.
Yeah, with lasers! Everyone in the future has lasers.
- [Burn.]
That's a good point.
- [Turbo.]
That's right, lasers.
- [Skidmark.]
I forgot about the lasers.
- [Turbo.]
Excellent point.
[humming.]
# Do the Muchacabra! # [sizzling.]
[sputters.]
Eh.
Thanks for helping out, amigos.
Busy day today.
[horn honking "Tequila" melody.]
Whoa, who is that? [engine revving.]
[tires screeching.]
Hola, my amigos and buenos dias to you, Tito.
Why, yes, I am celebrity chef Dean Cuizeen.
But I didn't even ask.
Is that a Food limo? [chuckling.]
Why, yes, it is, Tito.
- I am putting Dos Bros out of business.
- What?! No chance, mister! Now, have a taste of your demise.
[gulps.]
Oregano cumin Tijuana worm salt?! [gasps.]
You used our secret seasoning recipe! [chuckling.]
OK, first, I prefer "stole," and second, you make tacos and that is a fajita royale, much classier and much pricier.
You can try to copy our taste, but we got something you could never replace: our star attraction, Turbo and his FAST crew! [thudding.]
[screeching again.]
As they say in Mexico, au contraire.
Ladies and gentlemen, food legend Dean Cuizeen is proud to present the pride of Beverly Hills, FAJITA: the Fajita Action Jet-Injection Team Awesome! [music.]
[excited murmuring.]
Huh? [Dean.]
There's Lightning, with his maglev shell.
Oh! Oh, you did not just shock me! Bad news.
This Lightning does strike twice.
Oh! [Dean.]
Snap, sporting her fiery heat-compression burners.
What?! Um, the word you're looking for is, "burn!" Oh, Snap! [farts.]
[Dean.]
Next up, Peel-out, master of the hover jet! - Hello, Skidmark.
- Get out of my head! [Dean.]
With his ultrasonic drum machine, it's Groove Rider! No way this cat can out-groove me.
[dance music playing.]
I don't have to, mon.
[up-tempo rock music.]
Aah! Hey, that's un-groovable.
[Dean.]
Movin' softly and carrying some big wheels, it's Mondo Tires! Mondo Tires! Sigh, White Shadow.
And, last but not least, with the latest in fusion-shell technology, the one and only Fusion! Sorry, taco shell, we're the new game in town.
Yeah, uh, lame game.
[meek chuckle.]
Pretty impressive, huh, folks? There ain't a better lookin' team of snails in all of Los Angeles.
Good looks don't help you on the track.
What a great idea! Everyone, Tito has challenged my team to a relay race, pitting each of my snails against one of his.
What? I didn't say anything about a race.
Oh, he wants to bet on it now! [all gasping.]
You win and I'll give you this five dollar gift card to Chez Fajita.
Ooh! But if Oop! I mean, when, my snails win, Dos Bros is mine to bulldoze.
That's not even close to a fair bet.
What's the matter, Tito? Pollo? [clucking.]
- Pollo means chicken.
- Is Tito chicken? Chef, you got yourself a bet! [all cheering.]
Man, I don't believe this.
Shown up by some shiny-shelled pretty snails.
What? You think Snap's pretty? Trust me, she's had some work done.
It's like they're better versions of us.
That Peel-out's in my head.
He's in my head! Where did these guys come from? It's like they appeared yes from the shadows! We're gonna lose the taco stand! All right, everybody, get a grip.
Turbo, tell them the one thing you need to win a race.
- Speed? - No, the other one thing.
- Believing in myself? - The other, other one thing.
Friendship? World peace? The eye of the tiger? I don't know! Know your opponent, who they really are.
- These snails didn't just come out of thin air.
- They came out of Beverly Hills Gang, we're going on a field trip.
[music.]
[chuckling.]
Great show today, my little friends.
You have been money well spent.
[loud kiss.]
What do you think, Skid? Most advanced shells I've ever seen.
It must be plutonium-based fusion technology - with a 3.
5 gigajoule output of - In English, Skid! Very powerful.
Very unstable.
And I know a thing or two about being unstable.
[squeaking.]
[strained grunting.]
OK, let's go over this one last time.
How do you disable Whiplash's jet engine? Two hundred and thirty-seven volts directly to the centrifuge.
How do you throw Smoove off his groove? You blast him with something screechy and out of rhythm.
And how do get in Skidmark's head? What are you asking me for? All I need to know is how to beat Burn.
Skidmark is Peel-out's problem.
I don't believe it.
These guys are nothin' but phonies with fancy shells! Yeah, phonies that have been specifically trained to beat each one of us! I guess Cuizeen stole our recipe just like he stole Tito's.
But his racers aren't any more authentic than his food.
We just gotta flip the script.
- Yeah! Flip the script! - That's right! Yes! Uh, what does that mean exactly? Ladies and gentlemen and amigos! I am happy you're all here for this historic snail-o a snail-o relay race.
[Mel over PA.]
Historic indeed! The first leg is about to begin, with Lightning versus Skidmark! Hey, wait a minute! That match-up's not right.
Shocked to see me? [beeping.]
Not as shocked as you're gonna be.
[blows raspberry.]
[electricity crackling.]
[yelling.]
Hey, thanks for the boost! And the FAST team takes a quick lead.
This one's over.
Really? Five more legs? Well, good thing I have nowhere to be.
Come on, come on, come on! [tires squealing.]
[yelling.]
Fear my Mondo tires! Time to burn [thudding.]
[all gasping.]
Looks like you're a little tire-ed out.
[Burn grunting.]
[cackling.]
And with a one-two punch of tires and trash talk, FAJITA takes the lead! It's up to Smoove Move to get the FAST crew back on top.
Um, the only smoove move you're gonna make is into last place.
- Snap! - Ooh, I like a confident woman.
[tires screeching.]
Look at this loser.
That's not a neck, that's a spaghetti noodle.
Oh, snap! All the better to gaze into your beautiful eyes, my dear.
[romantic music playing.]
Yeah, well I see why they call you Smoove.
[giggling.]
Aw, they made friends.
This isn't the way it was supposed to go.
Win harder! [giggling.]
I'm going to get into your head.
I'm like a tiny parasite, burrowing right into your [gulps.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I just break your concentration? Hm-mm-mm.
[tires squealing.]
[heavy metal music.]
Heavy metal, turn it up! Head bang! Head bang! Head bang! Oh, mon! He likes this garbage? [slow piano music.]
[groaning.]
White Shadow [snoring.]
[Mel.]
White Shadow appears to have forgotten he's racing and simply gone to sleep! The FAST team falls behind as we enter the final leg.
What? You didn't wanna switch up? No need to worry about a phony like you when you're the real deal.
[snoring.]
[Mel.]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is incredible! I just beat my high score on Candy Jewels! Oh, hey, look! The race is tied.
The crowd is going nuts as each snail battles to stay ahead.
Finish him! [grunting.]
[cracking.]
[both grunting.]
[gasps.]
- Game over! - [Turbo.]
For you! Ha! Told ya! You can't beat the real deal.
[Fusion shrieks.]
[buzzer sounds.]
[cheering.]
[cheering.]
Ugh! Gimme that! You are not fit to wear that shell! - [Tito.]
Careful, that looks kind of - [yelping.]
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Very powerful, very unstable.
No! My food limo! I'm ruined.
[sobbing.]
Ah, man, that's rough.
I guess this is a bad time to remind you about that five dollar gift card? [wailing.]