Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know it is for the Thomas Racing Team.

I'm asking you for your help.

Yeah! I haven't seen a drive like that since we were kids.

All right, close up.

What do you do? Get the ball joints lubed, clears it right up.

Next, Wayne Altfield.

I want to know who I'm up against.

Transmissions that are suddenly dry...

I always make it look like an accident.

Hit man extraordinaire.

0.0 alcohol level, too.

and I'm missing 200 revs from the top end.

the time restriction was clear.

Better go to the softer compound.

Get Bonnie at the garage, will you, pal? Right away, Michael.

(Mac) She really likes her Uncle Wayne.

Michael, you know me altogether too well.

(man) Hey, where's he going?

on the hillside along the track.

Bonnie needs your help, Michael.

As well as microscopic grains of cordite.

And, of course, Mac and Elena already have the trophy.

to give up a good ride to go with us.

So, what do you think caused the crash?

(KITT) A hot lap?

And leave a witness? Not a chance.

Lurani's escaping. Come in, please.

Okay. Just so it's done this afternoon.

It's the only one we have. It's crazy.

Bonnie, it's for you.

whichever best applies.

You know I got a deal with Altfield.

But the killer won't. Michael's on his way to nail him now.

The driver of the car that tried to kill Elena and me.

But I gave her, her genes.

How much longer till the race? Ten minutes, Michael.

Pardon me. Have you got a minute?

you'd think you'd actually have a chance of winning.

Turn whatever evidence you have over to the proper authorities.

I'm imprinting the official seal now, Michael.

or a con man selling counterfeit Rembrandts to a museum?

Glad to meet you. Thanks.

Usual fee? Well...

Back, Steve, back. Don't rush it.

Scan this for impressions from the last couple of notes, will you?