Mater’s eyes went wide. "Lightnin'... I think I broke the internet."
First, a strange text box appeared: A cartoon pointer started dancing over a "CLAIM PRIZE" button. Mater, being Mater, tried to tap it. McQueen lunged forward, but it was too late. cars 3 kuttymovies
Lightning McQueen’s tires hummed a low, anxious rhythm against the asphalt of the Rust-eze Racing Center. One month to the next Piston Cup season. One month to prove he wasn’t a "has-been" to a fleet of sleek, high-tech rookies led by the icy Jackson Storm. The training was brutal. The simulator felt like a blender. And Cruz Ramirez, his chirpy, data-obsessed trainer, kept showing him graphs that dipped lower than Doc Hudson’s old well. Mater’s eyes went wide
But Mater had already tapped the screen. A garish, pop-up-ridden website appeared. The logo was a cheap, chrome-plated font spelling "Kuttymovies," with a cartoon wrench cracking a film reel. Below it, a thumbnail of Cars 3 —but something was wrong. His own famous red paint looked a sickly orange. Cruz’s smile was pixelated into a jagged grimace. Mater, being Mater, tried to tap it
He revved his engine and smiled. "Come on, Mater. Let's go pay for some art."