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    â€œMy condolences,” the sushi chef said in Japanese when Mater finally drove off into the crowd with a huge glob of the hot green sauce.
    As the party guests enjoyed their refreshments, Sir Miles Axlerod introduced Number 95, Lightning McQueen. The room erupted in cheers.
    â€œYou and your team bring excellence and professionalism to the competition,” Sir Miles was saying, when he was silenced by a piercing scream. It was Mater, driving in circles, eyes bloodshot red.
    Mater peeled off toward the waterfall behind Lightning and Axlerod—and dove into the fountain.
    â€œSweet relief!” the tow truck howled as the water cooled his burning grille.
    Sir Miles Axlerod was shocked. Lightning cringed. He could see that Mater was making a spectacle of himself. Other cars were laughing.
    â€œWhatever you do, do not eat the free pistachio ice cream! It has turned!” Mater shouted. He was still splashing in the water and gasping for air. That hot green wasabi felt worse than an overheated radiator! Lightning turned to Axlerod and tried to apologize. “I can explain, Sir Miles,” he said as he introduced Mater. “He’s, uh, just a little excited.”
    â€œI can see that,” Axlerod said, looking down at the floor between them.
    Lightning looked down, too, and saw a puddle of oil. Mater had leaked!
    â€œMater!” Lightning whispered as he pulled him aside. “You have got to get ahold of yourself. You’re making a scene!”
    Mater was confused and embarrassed. “But I never leak oil,” he told Lightning honestly.
    Lightning just shook his head. “Go take care of yourself right now!”
    Mater rushed through the crowd. “Comin’ through,” he said. “Where’s the bathroom?”

P oor Mater found his way to the bathrooms, but the signs above the doors were in Japanese. Mater knew he had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. He made his choice and rolled in. Two seconds later he zipped out with the sound of high-pitched shrieking behind him.
    â€œSorry, ladies!” Mater called back.
    Mater entered the ultramodern men’s room. He rolled into an open stall and was very impressed. It was equipped with a fancy lift and a flat-screen monitor.
    Mater pushed a few buttons. Lights began flashing. The little stall seemed to come alive with moving gadgets, and the monitor lit up.
    â€œWelcome to the bathroom!” a little cartoon character giggled. Mater wasn’t sure if he should hide. The character was a girl!
    Now, this was something Mater had never experienced! The lift began to rise under him as the little character said, “Please sit quietly and let us do the work for you.”
    A tiny spurt of water tickled him. Mater giggled.
    Then Mater screamed! The water flow had increased, shooting up into his undercarriage. The water was freezing! Gadgets from every direction began poking and prodding him. Mater desperately pressed knobs and buttons, adjusting water velocity, temperature, and brushes. A lot of things were working, all right, but none of them was doing what Mater wanted! He just wanted to leave!
    Outside Mater’s stall, Rod Redline, the American agent, was getting ready to pass off the information he had for Finn. He removed his disguise and looked at himself in the mirror.
    â€œOkay, McMissile,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m here. It’s time to make the drop.”
    Swiftly, Rod sent out a coded signal to Finn.
    Immediately Holley picked it up. “The American has activated his tracking beacon,” she radioed Finn, waiting for further instructions from him.
    â€œRoger that,” Finn replied. Then the seasoned British agent told Holley, “Okay, move in.”
    As Holley rolled toward the men’s room, Mater slammed buttons and thrashed about, struggling to get out of the stall.
    Just outside, Grem and Acer had discovered Rod. The American agent had been