"Michael, are you almost done here? I feel so- so- -naked!" KITT exclaims as parts of the Trans AM interior are throughout the garage at FLAG's HQ. Included are the floor mats, seats, and even the contents of the glove compartment outside the chassis. KITT's circuits react like a shiver when the Anamorphic Equalizer catalogs everything outside his person.
"Damn, I can't find it, KITT!" Michael tosses another item from the glove compartment.
"If you would tell me what you were looking for, Michael, we may have avoided this humiliation. Everyone is looking at us," KITT squeaked, wishing he could disappear.
Michael doesn't reply. Instead, he's tossing more items out. The operative is about to stomp off in frustration when - lo and behold, the item of the frantic search is before his eyes. "BINGO! Found it!" Michael starts to walk away.
"MICHAEL! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE- -THIS!" KITT hissed loudly.
Michael looks around the surroundings. "Oops, sorry, Pal," he said sheepishly before gathering the pieces. Everything from the glove compartment, including chewing gum, two magazines, headache medicine, and the insurance papers safely returned.
The seats are screwed back into place, and the floor mats are where they belong.
Finally, KITT is whole again and relieved that this search is done. "Michael, are you not going to tell me what you were looking for?"
Michael reaches into the right pocket of his jeans and brings out a coin. "I was looking for this, KITT. My lucky penny." He holds it in front of KITT's interior camera.
KITT revs his engine and proceeds to chase Michael out of the garage.