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protested.
    But the Professor rolled away and radioed his mysterious leader, the Big Boss himself.
    â€œYes, sir,” Professor Z said. “We believe the infiltrator has passed along sensitive information.”
    An angry voice replied over the radio: “Well, then, get it! You’d better make sure this doesn’t get any further!”
    â€œI will take care of it before any damage can be done,” Professor Z quickly replied. There was a sharp click over the radio. The “leader” had turned off his radio. He—or she—had nothing more to say.
    Professor Z turned toward Grem and Acer. “The project is still on schedule,” he said. Then he ordered them to find Mater, the so-called second agent. Mater didn’t know it, but his life was in danger!
    Professor Z turned the camera beam to its highest setting. In seconds, there was a fiery explosion and Rod Redline was no more.

T he first race of the World Grand Prix was held in nighttime Tokyo. The excitement and glitter were almost overwhelming. The announcer, Brent Mustangburger, was calling the action, along with David Hobbscapp and Darrell Cartrip in the studio.
    â€œWelcome to the inaugural running of the World Grand Prix!” Brent said into his microphone. “David, how exactly does this competition work?”
    â€œBrent, all three courses start with classic straightaways. Look for Francesco Bernoulli in particular to lead early.”
    â€œWhoa now, hold your horsepower! You’re forgetting the most important factor here: that early dirt-track section of the course!” Darrell interrupted his fellow announcer. “Don’t forget Lightning McQueen! His mentor, the Hudson Hornet, was one of the greatest dirt-track racers of all time! In my opinion, Lightning’s the best all-round racer in this competition.”
    â€œWell, it’s time to find out,” Brent Mustangburger said, putting an end to the friendly banter. “The racers are locking into the grid!”
    Down at the starting line, Lightning was in position, engine revving. His eyes shut tight as he focused mentally on the race.
    â€œSpeed. I. Am. Speed,” Lightning whispered.
    â€œYou are speed?” Francesco interrupted. “Then Francesco must be triple speed.”
    Lightning opened his eyes at the irritating sound of Francesco’s cocky voice. The flashy racer was lined up right next to Lightning.
    â€œFrancesco likes this, Lightning,” Francesco continued. “It’s really getting him in the zone.”
    â€œHe is so getting beat today,” Lightning muttered to himself, determined to win.
    The starting lights clicked down from red to yellow to green. The race was on! Francesco sped out for a quick start, taking the lead.
    â€œHang on, boys!” Brent Mustangburger exclaimed.
    Team Lightning McQueen was glued to the pit monitors—but no one more than Mater.
    â€œLightning!” Mater shouted into his headset as he saw the racers approach the dirt track. “Time to make your move. Get on the outside and show them what Doc done taught you.”
    â€œTen-four, Mater,” Lightning answered over his radio. He was glad to have his friend helping out.
    Francesco, who was the first to hit the dirt section, suddenly skidded out of control and slammed to a stop. Lightning sped past him.
    â€œYeah! Nice call, Mater! Keep it up!” Lightning cried out, delighted to be in the lead.
    Lightning picked up traction as he moved from the dirt section onto the city streets. The other racers passed Francesco as the pack made the final turns through the brightly lit downtown roads. They were quickly gaining on Lightning.
    â€œAs we head back through the city,” Brent Mustangburger observed, “there’s a whole lot of knockin’ at Lightning McQueen’s door.” Brent took a breath. “As they finish lap one, the racers are practically even again!”
    The racers shot past