Belle gave the race-cars the next day to explore Germany. Then, the day after that, they all boarded their planes to fly to Australia.

After everyone on Team McQueen boarded, Siddeley took off.

"So did you have a good race?" Luigi asked, even though he knew the results of the race.

"Yeah, I did," McQueen replied. "Even though I did lose against Wolff..."

"She did have home-track advantage, you know," Fillmore mentioned.

"I know. I can't wait for Australia. Then we'd see whether it was just talent or the home-track advantage that let her win."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see," Sarge said.

Holley decided to change the subject. "So, wasn't Germany beautiful?"

"It was," Finn replied. "To bad we couldn't go to Oktoberfest, though."

"Yeah," Mater agreed. "That is purty fun!"

"I'm sure that we can come back someday and go to Oktoberfest. Plus, it's not even at this time of year." McQueen reassured his best friend.

"Now, was it just my imagination or did I see that mean green race-car from the Piston Cup?"

"I wish it was your imagination, but it wasn't. He was there. And he is meaner than I remember."

Finn was confused. "Green mean race-car from the Piston Cup?"

McQueen told Finn and Holley about the green race-car. "His name is Chick Hicks, and he was one of the two cars I raced against for the Piston Cup back in 2006. He was, as Mater said, not nice, and he cheated to win. He'd even push other cars off of the track! Not to mention that he is a bully! He insults everyone!"

"That's terrible!" Holley exclaimed.

"I know. Francesco told me that he caused Rip to cry the other day."

"Who's Rip?" Finn asked.

"He's just another one of the race-cars. Looks like Francesco, but has different colours. He's very friendly and happy-go-lucky, but he easily gets emotional. Now, must I explain who Francesco is?"

"No, I'm familiar with him."

"I'd say this Chick Hicks needs some time in boot camp," Sarge stated. "And this Francesco guy...wasn't he mean to you during the World Grand Prix?"

McQueen sighed. "Yeah, he was. Still is, actually. But he's not that bad; he's self-centred more than anything else. And he certainly won't hurt you - physically or emotionally - in the same way Chick Hicks does."

"Hmm...perhaps he needs some time in boot camp as well!"

"I don't think that'd work out as well as you'd hope...don't tell anyone I said this, but Francesco would probably just cry for his mommy."

Everyone on the jet chuckled. Except for Sarge. "Then he'd get extra-harsh work for being a whiner. Not trying to be rude but that's how boot camp works."

"But then he'd cry even more."

"Wait...so is Mr. San Francisco in this race too?" Mater asked.

"Yes, Mater, he is. And so is everyone else from the World Grand Prix."

"So any new cars in the race you haven't seen before?" Fillmore asked.

McQueen smiled, glad to be off the other topic. "Yes. There's Maple the Canadian. She's as sweet as syrup - no pun intended. And there's Crystal the Russian. You don't want to mess with her. Oh, and there's Wolff, the German who beat me in the race. You'd like her, Fillmore; she loves and respects nature, and wolves in particular."

"That's nice to know that there's another environmentalist like me," Fillmore mentioned.

"Hey, guys, I know that you want to talk and all, but I think that it would be a very good idea to get some sleep. Australia is very far away, and you certainly don't want to be tired when we get their," Siddeley advised.

"He's right," Finn agreed. "We need to get some sleep."

Everyone took the jet's advice, and soon enough they were all asleep.

Siddeley turned on his after-burners, and flew to the Land Down Under.


EarthHyena: This chapter does not really contribute to the plot; it only shows what kind of stuff goes on in the jet while in flight. I guess you could say it's a filler chapter.