Cars on the Road - First Season

Okay, Mater.

Campfire's ready. We are all set.

Mater?

That's how it is. A progression of learners and teachers.

Hey there, buddy. I met some new friends.

I gotta say, they some really interestin' folk.

Hey, y'all come on over.

But, Mater, I thought this was our time.

We were going to hang out together, make our own plans, right?

Well, it seems to me you're fighting that road trip sponte...

Spotanei... Spontaneousish... Ugh!

That "make it up as you go" spirit.

I mean, what's wrong with meeting some fun new friends?

So, what brings you around to these parts?

What brings you around these parts?

Uh, I'm taking a trip with my friend.

A perfectly innocent trip, with a friend?

What's going on here?

Are you both willing to question

everything you think you know about the natural world?

Yeah, I'm not following here.

We are researchers, Mr. McQueen.

We straddle the thin veil between the known and the unknown.

- We hunt cryptids. - Cryptids?

Creatures on the fringes of our perception.

Which include your Chupacabras, your mothmans,

and, most especially, your Bigfoot.

And we demand your oath of loyalty

before we accept you into our secret order.

Secret order?

What are you talking about?

These woods are a hotbed for cryptid activity,

specifically Bigfoot.

Would you look at that?

Really? Because I'm just not seeing it.

But what do I know?

Listen, you folks have a fantastic Bigfoot hunt.

I'll be in dreamland.

- Uh, Buddy, I kinda told them we're in. - What?

Hitting the highway, a couple of friends

With new adventures 'round every bend

Whether racing fast or getting towed

We're ever together, cars on the road

Scanning sector seven.

Nothing here. Move on to sector eight.

- Moving out. - It's under there.

- Sector eight. Who's out there? - Sector, sector, bravo, delta.

Mater report.

Ain't no Bigfoot critters this way neither.

Yep, clear under that one. Sector nine!

Moving on! All clear!

Oh, jeez.

No Bigfoot in their right mind would stick around

through all of this racket.

Bigfoot. Give me a break.

Go away! Shoo!

Get away!

Why am I...

Great.

Oh, no!

Whoa! What? You're awake?

How much of that did you see?

None. Nothing. I didn't see anything.

Oh, you're not a monster.

You're a monster truck.

Uh, my name is Ivy, and I used to be a monster truck.

What do you mean "used to be"?

Smash! Smash! Smash!

Oh, gimme a break! What are you waiting for?

Back there, they expected one thing from me.

I do miss the performance. Just not that performance.