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Well, folks, the day is finally upon us.
Excitement is in the air here at the Corona 5,000,
the most challenging and dangerous competition in motorsport today.
Ah. Lovely day for a race.
Five...
four...
three...
two...
...one.
Thunderbirds are go.
Better check number 3 intake.
- It's sounding a bit throaty. - Yes, m'lady.
Well, Mr Hunt. What do you think?
I think this puffed up pink limo accelerates like a fridge
and corners like a wheelbarrow.
FAB 1? Huh! You should call it Drab 1.
Now, look here... Ow! Me blinkin' head!
- Language, Parker. - Honestly, treacle,
this bucket of bolts doesn't stand a chance.
Why don't you save yourself the embarrassment
- and quit this race now? - It's Penelope, your Ladyship,
or if you prefer Lady Creighton-Ward, Mr Hunt.
But never "treacle". And Creighton-Wards don't quit.
My Great Aunt Sylvia won the Corona 5,000 in the original FAB 1
and I'm competing this year in her honour.
I intend to do her proud. Now, will you help us?
I know I'm good, Penny, but I don't know how much help
I can be against... that. The BR2.
16-gear transmission. 4,000 brake horsepower.
Goes from zero to 100 in 2.7 seconds.
And, rumour has it, it's got a top secret turbo computer
capable of producing speeds up to 1,000 mph.
- Cor! - You said it, Granddad.
I'd give my gear-shifting arm to be driving that beauty,
instead of this... pink monstrosity.
Still, beggars can't be choosers. Eh, Penny?
The mutt's right. I don't trust this bad-mannered pretty-boy
- with FAB 1 for even half a second. - Mr Hunt does have rather rough edges.
But the Corona 5,000 is a pro-am race and we need a professional driver.
- I'm a professional driver. - And a very good one, too.
But we require someone... with a little more... x-factor.
Mr Hunt is one of the world's top rally drivers.
One of the world's top loud-mouths, more like.
Are we doing this thing or what?
We'll take excellent care of FAB 1, Parker.
She won't have a scratch on her. I promise.
You said it, Bertie boy.
Budge over, m'lady. Me and the mutt fancy a bit of a drive.
What do you think you're doing?
Hold on to your tiara.
Whoa!
The race has started.
Call the boss and find out what we're doing here.
Chaos Crew in position. What's the mission, Chief?
Your job is to intercept the BR2
and steal its advanced turbo computer.
And cause as much chaos as you can in the process.
- Time to make a mess. - The race is on.
Come on, Lady P. You can do it.
Oi! Watch the paintwork.
Sit back and enjoy the ride, Granddad.
Ugh. We're packed in tighter than sardines.
Penny, get on the GPS and map out a new course.
I can do better than that.
Come in, Thunderbird 5.
John, FAB 1's stuck in traffic. We could use some assistance.
Happy to help, Lady Penelope.
Plotting alternative route.
Mr Hunt, in 90 metres, take a left.
That's the wrong direction. I'm here to race, Penny, not go sightseeing.
And I'm your navigator, not your passenger.
Please allow me to navigate.
A shortcut? Isn't that cheating, m'lady?
Not in a rally race, Parker. You can take any path you want.
- As long as you cross the finish line. - I hope you know what you're doing.
Trust me, Mr Hunt. I may be an amateur, but I'm a very good one.
Now, take a right at the next junction.
Ugh!
Argh!
Oh! Oh!
- It worked! - There we are.
Tracking shows we're in the lead.
- Great work, John. - We're in front.
No, we're not. The BR2 is. We're in second.
And second place is first loser.
John, just how far ahead is the BR2?
About two miles. But something's wrong.
It's not moving and there's another car with it.
- Another race car? - Impossible. Everyone else is behind us.
Well, if it's not a race car, then what is it?
- Tourists? - Parker, we're in the middle of a desert.
- Well, maybe they're lost. - I think we should check it out.
- Mr Hunt, prepare to pull over. - Are you kidding?
That supercharged jet-plane on wheels has got itself in trouble
and we're going to take full advantage of it.
- This is our chance to win! - Eyes on the road.
Oh! Help!
Hey...Speedy...
- Pop the hood. - Whatever you say.
The turbo computer's in there. Fuse, do the honours.
Ugh!
It's FAB 1.
Byeeeee!
The Chaos Crew.
International Rescue, we have a situation.
Mr Hunt, what are you doing?
- Winning this race. - Pull over immediately.
There's a driver trapped inside that car.
We have to get her out.
Forget it. I'm a racer. I win races.
Well, we're International Rescue and we rescue people.
FAB 1, you need us to launch?
Thunderbird 1 can be there in minutes.
Negative, Thunderbird 5. We're right here
and that driver might not have minutes to spare.
I thought you wanted to win this race for your Great Auntie.
- If we stop now, we'll lose for sure. - Great Aunt Sylvia always said,
"Winning is fun. But some things are more important."
And, Mr Hunt, this is one of those things.
Oh... fine.
Oh! Help! Get me out!
Hurry! Help!
I'm with International Rescue.
- We're here to help. - Hurry!
The locking mechanism's disabled.
Parker, get Big Alice.
Come on, Alice. There's work to do.
Stand back, m'lady.
- Ooh! - Impact resistant glass.
Rated up to 800 mph.
No way you'll be able to smash your way in.
Ohh! Y-You could have mentioned that before.
That Chaos Crew did a number on this motor.
And it's about to get worse.
Ah! Argh!
We need a tow.
Mr Hunt, we need a hand.
- Or rather a foot. - Got it.
FAB 1, come in. Lady Penelope, Parker, are you OK?
Yes. Thank you, John.
But the BR2 will need the number of a good garage.
Good call on that rescue, Lady Penelope.
Thunderbird 1 would still be in the air.
You turned this into a win.
- Oh! We're going to lose! - Try telling that to Mr Hunt.
That muscle car came out of nowhere.
They took out my tyres and rolled the BR2.
And then they stole the turbo computer.
Lucky for me that you stopped.
Actually, it was Mr Hunt who stopped.
Argh.
Looks like you've picked up a fracture, maybe worse.
We should get you to a doctor.
I'll drive you to the race medical centre.
Mr Hunt, why don't you leave this to a professional driver?
- I think he likes me. - I wouldn't be so sure.
I think you'll find this "pink monstrosity"
has a few tricks under its bonnet.
Prepare for flight mode.
- Steady, Granddad. - Normally, we, erm, use the smaller tyres.
On second thoughts, Parker, why don't we go there by land?
Yes, m'lady.
Is that what I think it is.
Parker, I believe this would be
an excellent opportunity to stretch our legs.
Oh, no thank you, m'lady. I went before the race.
- No... that's not what I meant. - Oh.
Oh! F-A-B.
Ah, the turbo computer.
- Parker... - Ohhh. Unlocked?
Honestly! Don't they know there are thieves about?
Time to hit the road.
Byeeeee!
Fuse... Fuse!
Fuse!!!
- What? - We've been robbed!
After them!
The hoodlums seem to want their stolen property back.
I'm not in the mood to return it. Parker, take evasive action.
Oh!
- Give it some gas, Granddad. - No, not gas, Parker.
Smoke.
Oh, that's how they wanna play it. Fuse, you're up.
Watch it!
Oh! Yeah!
Left! Now right!
Sharp left. Right, hard.
No back-seat driving.
- Parker, flash your headlights. - I'm flashing, m'lady.
One..
- Oh! - Agh!
Two...
- Ohhh! - Three!
- Parker, do something about this! - I aaaam, m'lady!
Ooh! Thunderbird 5, we've got a tail
we badly need to shake. Any ideas?
There's a Maglev track leading to a tunnel up ahead.
the pan-desert express train's about 45 seconds away.
That'll do perfectly. Parker, bear right.
I do love it when the trains run on time.
Uh, I'm not sure we're gonna make it!
Oh, yes, we are, Parker. Now, listen to me.
Shift down to seventh. Now floor it.
You're not getting away that easy!
- We're running out of road. - Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
It's a bold move. I'd better alert the train driver.
Now...turn.
Nooooo!
Ugh! Oh!
We can't just sit around here all day.
We'll take Spoiler and then cut 'em off
when they come out the other side.
Well, this is unusual.
The Chaos Crew will be waiting for us at the other end of this tunnel.
Mr Hunt, I owe you an apology. Maybe FAB 1 isn't up to the job.
Ah, it's not the car's fault, Penny.
This thing wasn't built for speed, it was built for...
Well, frankly, I've no idea what it was built for.
Not built for speed... Hm.
What would happen if we put this gizmo into FAB 1's engine?
Total overload. It would divert all power to the motor.
The car batteries would be dead within minutes.
But would it make it faster?
Lady, it would turn this thing into a rocket.
And that's exactly what we need right now.
That and a hospital. What do you say, Mr Hunt?
Just show me where you keep the spanners.
Come out of your hole, little mouse.
Whoa!
Uh, Lady Penelope, we've got a problem.
Unlucky, fellas. There's nowhere left to go.
It's like a miniature Grand Canyon.
It was a good run. But it looks like this race is over.
Didn't I tell you before?
- Creighton-Wards never quit. - You don't mean...
Yes, Mr Hunt. I most certainly do.
But... But...
Yes, milady. Here... we... go!
No... way!
Chief, I don't know how to tell you.
But, um... the turbo computer was stolen.
Stolen?
By... International Rescue.
By International Rescue?!
We're in the lead! You did it!
The finishing line's up ahead, Mr Hunt.
- I thought you wanted to win. - Winning's fun, Penny.
But some things are more important.
Didn't anyone ever tell you that?
Sorry I ruined your race. Thanks. I owe you one.
Ah, don't thank me. Thank Great Aunt Sylvia.
Indeed, Mr Hunt. Indeed.
Cheer up, old girl.
You're always a winner in my book...
Oh!
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