The following eight lines are spoken in an alternating order. First Mittens, then Bolt.

"Come on, Bolt."

"No."

"Please?"

"Why don't you do it?"

"You're both dogs. You can relate."

"I don't know…"

"It's just a simple question."

"Fine…" Bolt turned around to talk to Lightning.

Lightning wasn't minding them anymore, he was up on the window sill looking at something.

After exchanging glances, Bolt and Mittens ran forward to him.

Popping up on the right side of Lightning, Bolt asked: "What are you looking at there?"

Lightning swallowed hard. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing with his head.

Mittens and Bolt looked to the direction Lightning was looking. Mittens responded "It's a car."

Lightning swallowed hard again. "C-car?" His heartbeat raced. Why was that word so striking.

The red dog held his head.

"Is something wrong?" Bolt inquired. What am I saying? Of course there's something wrong, he just got separated from his person.

"No, wait." Lightning jumped down from the sill. Bolt and Mittens followed.

"What am I?" Lightning turned around to ask them. "Look at me and tell me what I am."

"You're a dog. A red German Shepherd, seven years old by the looks of it, and you've got paintings all over you." Bolt said, almost bragging.

Lightning stopped listening after "dog". He took two steps back. He stared at his paws. "And what do you call these?"

Now everyone in the room was as confused as each other. "Paws," Mittens began. "They're attached to your legs."

"See?!" Lightning suddenly screamed. "I'm a car!! I don't know what any of you are talking about!" Lightning started circling the room. "I'm supposed to have wheels! Dogs aren't supposed to be talking-and nothing should look like THIS!!" he screamed in the air.

Saying so, while Mittens and Bolt were following him, they all saw him at the entrance of the room.

"No way…" he said. "It's-it's…Lightning McQueen!!"