Acer had just finished his call to Axlerod when the Sheriff came over. Luckily for the lemon, the police did not see him quickly put the phone away.

The Sheriff opened the door to the prison and drove up to Acer. "You, there, lemon, you're coming with me!" The Sheriff drove the lemon to his office.

Acer just looked around the office before looking at the police-car. "So, uh, what do you want with me? Please don't hurt me!"

"Relax, lemon, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to ask you questions. So, first of all, who do you work for?"

Acer hesitated. Should I lie as I was told to, or just tell the truth? This sheriff sure seems serious...

"So, who do you work for?"

Acer was too intimidated to lie. "Uhh...Axlerod and Professor Z!"

The Sheriff stared into Acer's eyes to determine if he was lying. To his surprise, the lemon was not lying. "Ok, then, next question: why were you and your pals trying to kidnap Lightning McQueen?"

"Because we were told to."

The Sheriff looked into Acer's eyes again. Once again, to his surprise, the lemon was not lying. The police was starting to get a felling that the lemon was too intimidated to lie. He continued his questioning. "By whom?"

"Axlerod and Professor Z."

"So you were just doing what your bosses told you to do, basically?"

"Yes."

"So, why do your bosses want you to kidnap McQueen?"

"For their revenge."

"Revenge on whom?"

"The British Spies, whose names I don't know, that stopped them before."

"Which was when?"

"During the World Grand Prix."

"Ok. So have they ordered for the other racers to be kidnapped as well?"

"Yes."

"For their revenge on the spies?"

"Yes."

"Ok then. So are the race-cars just being held as hostages, or are they going to be killed?"

"Both."

"So where are they hiding the racers?"

Acer hesitated again. He clearly remembered being told that whatever he did, he was not to give away that secret location. "Uhh...Antarctica."

The Sheriff stared into the lemon's eyes. "You're lying; I can tell. Where are they hiding them?"

"Antarctica."

"Where are they hiding them?"

"Antarctica."

"Where are they hiding them?"

"Antarctica!"

The Sheriff sighed. He realized that he was not going to easily get the answer from the lemon. "Ok, the interview is done. I'm going to take you back to your cell. I will be interviewing you again soon. And next time, I expect you to tell me the real location of the hideout." The Sheriff took Acer back to the prison. Then he returned to his office and called Finn.