It was the next day in Radiator Springs. All of the residents gathered around Siddeley the jet to say their good-byes to the two British Spies and Mater. Finn was giving important information to the Sheriff. "So, if you see any suspicious cars, any lemons, be cautious about them, and call me up."
The Sheriff nodded his understanding. "Yes, I shall, and I'll also keep a close eye on McQueen so that they don't take him." He turned his attention to the race-car. "You hear that? If you see any lemons, report it to me instantly, and don't go off with them anywhere." McQueen nodded. "In fact, I hate to do this, but I'll have to watch you 24/7, just to be extra safe. Who knows what these lemons will do to those race-cars they kidnapped."
"I understand, Sheriff," McQueen responded. He turned to Mater. "Please be safe, Mater. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, McQueen," Mater replied. "After all, you are my best friend!"
"And if you go to Japan, and you see what looks like Pistachio ice-cream, do not eat it."
"They have Pistachio ice-cream in Japan? Oh shoot why didn't I have it last time we were there?"
"No, they don't; it's wasabi. Remember last time?"
Mater thought for a moment. "Oh yeah...that...I remember. But don't worry, we're not going to Japan; we're going to Italy!"
"Oh, ok. Well, be careful, be safe, and have fun!"
"Ok, I will!" Mater, along with Finn and Holley, boarded the jet. Everybody waved their last goodbyes as Siddeley took off from Radiator Springs, towards the direction that Italy was in.
After hours of flight, during which time Holley, Finn, and Mater looked endlessly over the information they had so far, Siddeley landed in Porta Costa, Italy. After getting off of the jet, the two British spies and Mater drove around the city, asking the residents for any information that could lead to the capture of the lemons. But the only response that they got was that a group of lemons kidnapped Italy's most famous race-car.
The three cars were asking Luigi's family on information when a red female Formula One raced up to them. She was obviously extremely worried. "Were you-a just-a talking about-a group of-a lemons?" She anxiously looked back and forth between the two spies.
"Aye, marm, we were," Finn responded. "I was just asking these folk if they knew anything about them."
"Oh, please-a find them, oh please! They-a took my baby away from me! They-a kidnapped my baby!"
"We are trying to find them, marm, but we haven't got much clue as to where they could be."
"Oh, please, I'm-a begging you, please-a find them and-a rescue my son!"
"We will marm, I promise!"
"So you must be Mrs. Bernoulli!" Mater said.
Mrs. Bernoulli looked over at the American. "Yes, I am. I'm-a Francesco's mother."
"Well howdy! My name is Mater. Tow Mater! I'm from Radiator Spri-"
"Mater, this is not the time," Holley interrupted. "Sorry about him, Mrs. Bernoulli. He's...he's always like this."
For the first time since the kidnapping of her son, the Italian car smiled. "That's ok. So you heroes need-a place to-a stay?"
"Heroes? How are we heroes?" Mater asked.
"Because you're-a gonna to-a save my son, silly!"
"And yes, we do need a place to stay." Finn answered the mother's question.
"Ok, then you can-a stay with-a me. I'll-a take you to-a my place." Mrs. Bernoulli led the British spies and Mater to where she lived.