Meanwhile, late at night in Radiator Springs, Mater circled his newly polished parking lot (rustic, as he called it) in thought.
"I can't bee seein' things…" Mater sprung up a conservation by himself…oops, I meant conversation.
Mater spotted an old piece of funhouse mirror and opened his mouth.
"Ma mawth luks fane…" he spoke with his talking organ open.
Closing his mouth quickly and coincidentally bit his tongue, not crying out in pain.
"Then what the heck did I see?" he wondered gruffly.
Driving 360 around Mater spun 360 degrees to go to his mail stash which was right in front of him the whole time.
"Let's see if I got some mails today…" Mater said, shaking off the events that happened in McQueen's room.
Digging through the 4 day-old letters, Mater spotted a recent one (how did he know? Well for one, it was the only one that was still white; like I said, Mater loves his room "rustic").
Squinting with his face practically stuck to the letter, Mater said.
"Hey! Some of my old friends from pre-school!" he exclaimed.
Grabbing it under one wheel, Mater drove toward his incandescent light (which Fillmore encouraged him to change) and stopped to read his old buddies' names on the print.
"Flatts and Rascal…"
