Cars Toons: Mater's Tall Tales

Mater Private Eye

[Lightning and the team rolls and walks into Flo's V8 Cafe]

Lightning McQueen: Morning, Flo. Hey, can I get some air? My tires have gone flat.

[Mater then jumps in front of them]

Mater: Flat tires, you say? I thought I've done solve that crime.

Cadpig: What?

Mater: I was a private eye.

Lucky: No way. 

Mater: Yes Way. It was 7:15 on a Friday night.

[A flashback]

Mater: [narrating] I was working downtown with us. Mostly small jobs. But, this time, I was on to something real big. It's all right there in black and white. Blowouts everywhere. There was some kind of counterfeit tire ring and a sale on trailer hitches down at Rusty Rod's. I was about to hit the bricks and then... she come in.

[Tia drives in]

Mater: [narrating] Tia was wearing those white wall tires. The ones that used to drive Me crazy.

Tia: Hello, Mater.

Mater: What are you doing here, Tia?

Tia: I missed you.

Mater: Like you missed your last smog check.

Tia: Oh! You don't have to play polker with me.

Mater: Well, you always were the wild card. What do you want?

Tia: I need you to find my sister, Mia. She's been carnapped! [sobs]

Mater: Quit the waterworks, will ya? Where did you last see her?

Tia: She was working for Big D.

[Thunder cracks]

Mater: Big D, you say?

Tia: She works at his club, the Carbracabana.

[He heads there]

[He watches a Spanish female car and some mariarchy pitties perform on stage]

[The spanish car finishes and drives over to him]

Spanish car: You wanted see me, segnore?

Mater: I'm are looking for Mia. You seen her?

Spanish car: Mia. [spits] That ragtop. I don't remember.

Mater: Well Maybe [shows a tire to the Spanish car] this will help you remember.

Spanish car: Hmm. Maybe.

[He shows her a few others]

Spanish car: Oh. Well. Now I remember. [moves next to Mater] I saw her a couple of days ago with Big D.

Mater: Where did they go?

Spansh car: I don't know and I don't care. But, she did smell salty like the ocean.

Clyde (Cars): Hey. This guy bugging you?

Spanish car: Not yet but, a girl can hope.

Tankor: Well. He's bugging me.

[Tankor throws him outside]

Mater: Hello, Clyde. Where'd you get the hand truck?

Clyde: Your friend is a nosey fella, kittycat. Huh? You know what happens to cars who shine their headlights in the wrong places?

Clyde: Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh?

Mater: I don't know. Free car wash?

Clyde: No. They lose them.