In Italy, Finn heard his phone ring, and he answered it. It was the Sheriff. "Oh, hello Sheriff. Is there anything you need to tell me? Like, say, anything with lemons?"

The Sheriff replied through the phone. "Yes, that is why I called you. I just would like to let you know that I just arrested a group of lemons that tried to capture McQueen. They are in prison as we speak."

"That's great news! So is it possible that you can get information out of them?"

"Aye, Finn, it is possible. In fact, I was planning on it."

"Perfect. Call me back when you get the information from them. Oh, and ask them where their secret hideout is, will ya?"

"Sure, I will ask that. Well, then, I'll call you back later, Finn. Bye."

"Talk to you later, Sheriff." Finn hung up, and drove into the kitchen of Mrs. Bernoulli's home. Just as he had suspected, Holley, Mater, and Mrs. Bernoulli were in the room. His two companions were eating pasta that the Italian car had cooked up for them.

Mrs. Bernoulli grabbed a full bowl of pasta and offered it to Finn. "Would you-a like something to-a eat? I'm-a sure all this-a spy stuff make you-a hungry?"

The British spy gratefully accepted the food. "Thank you, Mrs. Bernoulli." He took a bite of the pasta. "Mmm...this is really good pasta."

"You can say that again," Mater said after he finished the last of the pasta in his bowl.

"I don't think it could get any better than this," Holley added.

Mrs. Bernoulli smiled. "My little Francesco always-a says that my pasta is the best in the world. He..." Tears started to form in the Italian mother's eyes. "I just...I just can't-a believe that anybody would-a kidnap my little Francesco! What do they a-plan on doing to him? Oh, I a-hope they don't do-a something horrible to him!"

Holley was quick to react to the upset Italian. "It's ok, Mrs. Bernoulli, relax, don't cry. I promise that you son is safe, and I promise that we will rescue him from the lemons, whatever it takes."

Finn remembered what the Sheriff had just told him. "Oh, and speaking of lemons, the Sheriff in Radiator Springs had just called me a few minutes ago. He told me that he just arrested a group of lemons that tried to take McQueen, and he is going to get information out of them and give it to us."

"That's great. So when will he call back?"

"I don't know, but it's best that we be ready to leave by the time he calls, so that we can go to the lemons' hideout. I'll go call Siddeley and let him know to come. Until then we will just have to play the waiting game."

"I love playing games!" Mater said excitedly.

"This is not a game, Mater. It's just an expression. What I mean to say is that we will just have to wait, that's all. Well, I better get back to business. See you." Finn drove off - with the pasta bowl - to do his work.

"So what do we do now?"

Holley thought for a moment. "Well...just sitting here waiting is not going to cause time to go faster."

Mrs. Bernoulli came up with an idea. She drove out of the kitchen, and came back with a book. Mater noticed it. "What'cha got there, Mrs. Bernoulli?"

The Italian car drove up to the spies. "Oh, it's just-a book where I a-keep pictures of my little Francesco in-a. You two can-a look at it if you a-wish."

"Yes please!" Mater grabbed the book and opened it. The three cars looked at the pictures in it.

"Aww...he's soo cute!" Holley couldn't help but mention. "Aww..." She indicated to a picture of an extremely embarrassed little Francesco. "So what happened here?"

Mrs. Bernoulli was more than glad to answer that question. "He's embarrassed because he-a leaked in front of a huge crowd. He was-a supposed to-a perform something - I forgot what - but he got-a so embarrassed being in-a front of everyone that he a-leaked, and it-a made him even more embarrassed."

Holley and Mater couldn't help but laugh. "Aww...poor little fellow...but this is so funny!"

"I sure feel sorry for him...but this is sure funny!"

Mrs. Bernoulli smiled. "Yes, I will admit that this was-a hilarious."

"He doesn't react like this in front of a crowd nowadays though, right?"

"Oh no, he a-doesn't. Nowadays he a-loves big crowds that-a focus on him."

"I thought so."

The three cars continued to look at the book, as Holley and Mater waited anxiously for the Sheriff to call Finn again.