# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line, looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you!
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was another lovely day at Silver Hatch Racetrack.
Marsha is in the pit lane, clearing up the mess after yesterday's track fête.
(Sighs) Coconut shells, candy floss - what a mess!
Mm. Well, we won't need this balloon gas any more.
- Where are we going to put it? Erm... - (Singing)
# I wonder what today will bring #
Good morning, Marsha.
Oh! Good morning to you too, Mr Carburettor.
Ah, yes. Do you like my little teddy bear?
I won him on the hoopla stall yesterday. I'm calling him Luigi.
Where is everybody?
(Marsha) Here comes Roary.
Oh! (Coughs)
That Roary is driving me up the ceiling!
He makes too much smoke from his engine.
Tell Big Chris to do something about it!
Right away, Mr Carburettor.
(Laughs)
That tickles. That tickles, Big Chris. Stop it.
You shouldn't get so many dents in you, then.
Tin Top was only trying to copy my corner sliding.
And he slid right into trouble.
Any road, that's you fixed up. I'll just check your wheel nuts.
And... Where's me spanner now?
Where's that got to?
Don't worry, Big Chris. I'm feeling fine and ready to rumble.
Come on, Drifter! Let's get some lap practice, me and you.
Remember, both of you, if you bend it...
(Both) You mend it!
Ooh!
Big Chris, Mr Carburettor wants you to do something about Roary's dirty engine.
He's making too much smoke.
Maybe it's time to try out the special car gas I've been working on.
Va-va-voom, Maxi! Listen to your engine.
Oh, yes, listen to me! The fastest car in Silver Hatch, Cici!
(Sighs) Oh, stop it.
Sometimes I get bored winning every race. It is too easy for me.
(Sighs)
Skate my skateboard! With this, I'm gonna be the speediest racing driver on the track!
Oh, hello, Plugger.
You're just in time to watch me road-test my new supercharged skateboard.
All systems are go, so...
Flash must dash!
Hey! Plugger! Let me...
go!
Flash! You need to look both ways before you cross the track.
Yeah. Right. Look both ways.
Thanks, Plugger. Oh!
(Pants) Hi, Big Chris.
Fill me up, I'm out of fuel.
- My engine could do with a clean too. - It would help if you looked after it more
and stopped splashing through muddy puddles.
- But I like splashing through muddy puddles. - Yeah, I know you do.
Anyway, I've worked out how to clean your engine
by filling you up with this instead of normal fuel.
What, a doughnut?
Eh? No, this special car gas. Fill with this and your engine will stop smoking.
Yeah, but will I go as fast?
Maybe even faster. And you'll be a lot healthier too.
Like you eating all those doughnuts, you mean?
But I like doughnuts.
Maybe a little too much, I grant you, but...
OK, let's get this canister filled.
# I've got oil on my hands, I've got grease on me chin... #
And you're telling me I'M the one who needs tuning up!
# He's a motor man
# Cos I'm a motor man... #
(Sighs) Now, where shall I store this bottle of balloon gas?
Ah! Here with the other one.
Mr Carburettor wants a test race in five minutes, Roary. Hope your engine's clean.
Wow! A race! Oh, hurry up, Big Chris.
Hold your horses, Roary. It's a fiddly bit of kit, this.
(Mutters)
There. Now we just need to fill you up with my special car gas and you're ready to burn rubber.
Get in there! Come on.
Ah.
Maxi, this is Luigi.
Luigi, this is Maxi.
Hey, where is Roary?
Big Chris is just refuelling him with his new car gas, Mr Carburettor.
No matter what fuel Roary has, he will never beat me!
- Am I full of car gas, Big Chris? - You certainly are, Roary.
Now go and show 'em what you're made of, son.
- (Laughs) Light 'em up! - Good luck, Roary!
Oh, there he goes. Quick, I'd better get up to the tower and watch the race.
I did... You... Oh, no.
Oh, oh, no! I...
I filled Roary up with balloon gas! Oh, no, stop the race! Stop the race!
We're under starter's orders.
- Stand by for the green flag. - See you at the finishing line, Roary.
If you ever get that far with your new gas fuel!
I'll show you, Maxi. Just watch me fly!
Go!
Please, stop the race! Ooh!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
What's going on?
I'm floating! Help, I'm floating!
Hey, Roary! You've gone up in the world! (Laughs)
Abandon the race, Marsha! Abandon the race!
- Where's Roary? - He's up there, Big Chris.
What have you done to my car, huh?!
I filled him up with balloon gas by mistake!
Oh, dear! (Whimpers)
Plugger!
Plugger, Plugger, follow that balloon. I mean car.
Help! Help! Everything looks so tiny!
Roary's floating higher and higher! Oh, I hope we don't lose him.
Oh! Maybe Hellie can help.
Marsha to Hellie, over. This is an emergency. Roary is floating away!
- Can you help, over? - I'll do my best, Marsha. Hellie is Go!
I'm staying up my tree for the day. There's no chance of Roary running me over up here.
- Help! - (Gasps)
Too much!
Roary? I don't believe it!
Whoa!
Help!
Don't worry, Roary. I'll use my rotors to blow you back down.
Oh! Hey, hey!
It's working!
I'm going down. I'm going down!
- (Laughs) - (Big Chris) Hellie, we can take it from here.
Hurrah!
Reel Roary in now.
- Whoo-hoo! (Laughs) - Yay!
- I'm home! - Thank goodness you're safe, Roary.
Oh, I were worried sick. Are you all right, son?
You are very brave, Roary.
And so I am giving you Luigi as a lucky mascot.
- Oh! Thank you, Mr Carburettor. - Huh!
There, I've taken out the gas canister. Roary, there's no chance of you floating off again.
Oh, thank goodness for that.
I think we need to find some other way to make Roary's engine make less smoke, no?
You're not wrong.
But you remember to wash behind your wing mirrors and keep your engine clean, Roary.
- I will. - (Laughs) Yes.
Oh. Oh!
No!
Oh! That Roary, he's driving me around the corner!
(Laughs) It's not me making all the smoke now!
Time to go. Light 'em up!
And so Roary raced off down the track, leaving Mr Carburettor to cool down.
Let's hope Roary keeps himself clean from now on.
# Roary!
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was a beautiful day and all was quiet at Silver Hatch.
Everyone was relaxing.
- (Snoring) - (Marsha) Big Chris?
Oh! Hello?
Mr Carburettor thinks the cars need some exercise for a race later this week.
Right. OK, Marsha. Lovely.
Right, you lot. Look sharp. Come on. It's not a holiday camp.
We're going to do some practice laps.
- Great! - Fantastico!
See you on the track.
Computer on.
Scanning racing conditions.
Fine weather. Dry track. Oh, fuel is low!
Roary, have you heard about the practice laps?
Yeah. Just now. I hope I win. I haven't beaten Maxi for ages.
I can show you a few tricks. Race you.
So, what do you think you need to win?
Vroom-vroom! Lots of power!
Power is only one thing. You need skill too.
Wow! Could I make shapes like that?
Maybe. But it takes practice. Oh la la, my fuel tank is low.
I can't run out of fuel out here. Good luck, Roary.
I'll make a heart shape just like Cici's.
That's no good. I need somewhere with more space.
Oh. There we go.
Hello, you two. Where have you been?
Maxi wouldn't let me go till I gave him a full body wax.
Typical! Call me a nag if you like but, really, if you want something done,
- do it yourself. - Calm down.
Let me and Plugger get the track ready. You take a break.
All right. Thank you very much. I think I will.
This is so nice.
Oh... I forgot my fruit juice. Come on, Zippee.
Beep-beep!
Aha! Plenty of space.
- (Smashing) - Yay!
I... Oh, no! That looks like Marsha's picnic rug.
She'll be really cross. I'd better get out of here.
Oh! My blanket!
My sandwiches!
This looks like Cici's tyre work.
Come on, Zippee.
We need to have a word with little Miss Cici.
Looking forward to the practice lap, Drifter? Feeling lucky?
Luck? Pah! I use science.
- Hello, Marsha. - Hello yourself, young lady.
Look what you've done!
Me? But-but... I didn't go near it.
- I saw the heart shape on the track. - I didn't do it.
If you can't own up when you've done something wrong, you can't practise.
Oh! But... I didn't... (Crying)
# It isn't fair, I wasn't there
# I do not know what to do
# I'll be alone, all on my own
# Who are my friends now? Oh, no
# They don't believe, how can it be?
# I simply don't understand
# It wasn't me, could never be something I planned
# What happens when your friends let you down?
# What will become of me?
# It isn't fair, I wasn't there, I do not know what to do
# I'll be alone, all on my own
# Who are my friends now? Oh, no #
Hey, Drifter, have you seen Marsha?
Yes. She gave Cici a big telling-off for ruining her picnic. See you.
Oh. If I say what really happened, Marsha will be angry at me.
But it's not fair if Cici gets blamed.
I'll have to tell Marsha.
Erm... Marsha... I have to tell you something.
Look at this mess Cici made. You know you're not allowed to muck up the grass.
- Well, that's what... - As soon as my back's turned.
What did you want to tell me?
Er... Nothing. Bye.
- Ee, I'm looking forward to this. - Oh, no.
Cici looks really upset.
One... two...
three...
four... five...
go!
Go, go, go, lads! Go on!
There goes Tin Top into the tyres! Again!
Oh, man!
Maxi leads, followed by Drifter. Roary bringing up the rear.
Come on, Roary, light 'em up, son!
Like Cici said, it's not just power. It's skill as well.
That was amazing driving! Where did Roary learn that?
Way-hey!
(Big Chris) He's taken the lead!
Roary's going to win! Go on, son! Get in there!
Go on, Roary. You're going to win!
- Oh. - It's not fair on Cici.
(Big Chris) Huh? Roary's stopped.
What's he doing? He's going to let Maxi win.
(Maxi) I am the winner!
Roary, are you OK?
I'm fine. I've got to tell you something.
- It was me who ran over your blanket. - What's going on?
- So I should be out of the race. - What?
- Cici, I'm sorry. - It's all right. I forgive you.
- For what? - And I should say sorry to you, Cici.
Sorry for not believing you.
I suppose I'm in big trouble.
Well, you did admit your mistake.
I reckon that's a mark of a true champion.
So let's have another lap and you can both take part.
- Really? - What's going on?
Somebody tell me what's happening?
It wasn't easy for Roary to admit he'd done something wrong,
but being honest and owning up
are just some of the things that true champions do.
I'll be over here having a doughnut, then.
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was an important day at Silver Hatch.
Mr Carburettor was coming but Big Chris had run out of fuel.
Roary and Cici had been sent to ask Farmer Green to deliver more.
(Flash) Hey! Catch me if you can!
I can't race, Flash. I'm low on fuel.
Come on, Roary. A little race won't take up much fuel.
OK. Just a little one, then.
Yeah! Are you ready? Steady... See ya!
Oi! Flash!
Ha-ha! I'm catching you up now, Flash.
- Yes! Roary takes the lead! - Oh.
- Catch me if you can! - Oh, chew my carrots!
- (Engine banging) - Roary, are you OK?
And the winner is Flash!
The fastest rabbit in the universe!
Hello. What's going on here?
I've run out of fuel.
Big Chris told you there was no more fuel.
I'll have to get him to come and pick you up.
He's going to be so cross.
Too right he will.
I told you to go easy and what do you do?
You waste it on a race with Flash. I might as well be talking backwards.
There's something else, Big Chris.
We haven't delivered your message to Farmer Green.
You're joking? Oh, no!
I don't know what's got into you two! I'll bang your bonnets together.
Don't worry. I'll go over to the farm.
- Thanks, Marsha, love. - (Roary) Oh.
(Zippee) Beep-beep!
- Morning, Marsha. Nice to see you. - And you, Farmer Green.
We're in a spot of trouble. Mr Carburettor's coming this afternoon,
but there's not a drop of fuel left.
Don't worry, Marsha.
I've got a drum of some sugar-beet fuel. I'll bring it over now.
Thank you, Farmer Green.
You should have just enough fuel for this afternoon's race.
Be careful. It's super-powerful stuff.
Right, don't worry. We'll treasure every drop of this.
That stinks, that.
Fill me up, Big Chris.
You'll get the same amount as the other cars.
I don't need topping up.
- I'm solar powered. - Whatever.
One... two... three... four... five.
That's your lot.
It's my turn now.
Right, Drifter.
One... two... three... four... five.
Look after what you've got. There's no more until tomorrow.
Yes, Big Chris!
Hey, me and Drifter ain't had our pre-race warm-up.
I suggest we have a short warm-up so we don't waste fuel.
Good thinking.
Do as little as possible.
I can't sit around here twiddling my wheel pins.
Oh! Oh, no! I've run out of fuel.
- Where can I get some more? - (Engine roaring)
That sounds like Maxi. Hey, Maxi!
Oh! Flash, why are you stopping me? I nearly blew my tyres out.
You don't look your usual cool self, Maxi.
- What's the matter with me? - You're going too slow.
Me? Slow? Impossible.
Big Chris just put some ponky sugar-beet fuel in my tank.
Ha! Sugar-beet fuel?
(Flash laughing)
Sugar beet's for the birds! Not for racing champions like you.
Hang on. I just had an idea.
I could drain that rubbish fuel
and fill you up with my own Race Winner's Special Mixture.
Race Winner? Mmm! That's the one for me!
Great. Wait right there.
Ha-ha! Apple juice for starters.
A squirt of oil.
And some washing-up liquid should do the trick.
Now to swap this for the fuel in Maxi's engine.
- Hee-hee! - Oh! It's green!
Yes. Racing green. It's the green that makes it a winner.
Just wait till Mr Carburettor sees you go. Can't stop. Must hop.
(Raspberry sounds)
(Gurgling)
Mamma mia!
What have you done to me?
(Beeping)
- (Gurgling) - Was that you, Big Chris?
No, it was not.
What is that noise?
Oh! It's me, Big Chris.
What have you done, Maxi? Let's get you in the workshop.
Who's put this in your tank?
- It should be sugar-beet fuel. - It was Flash.
He drained my tank and filled me up with his Race Winner's Special Mixture.
Race Winner's Special Mixture? Why did you let him do that?
Well, because I wanted to win the race, Big Chris.
Oh, no, no, no, Maxi. No race is worth cheating for, son.
It's always better to win a race fair and square.
I know. I'm sorry.
There's no fuel left so you won't be able to race.
Oh! It's not fair.
I did warn you to take it easy on the fuel.
Oh, Roary. I've been so stupid. (Sobbing)
Poor Maxi. We're the Silver Hatch team and you should be racing with us.
(Sniffing) But how can I race without fuel?
- I could give you some of mine. - But then you won't be able to race.
Big Chris, if each of us gives Maxi a little bit of fuel, we can all race.
- Count me in. - Me too.
Cracking idea, Roary. I'll go and get my pump.
Thanks, Roary. Thank you, everyone.
(Roary laughs)
- Now, remember, everybody... - (All) Easy on the fuel!
Here we go.
One... two...
three...
Maxi learned what wonderful friends he had.
...go!
And as for Flash, his trick didn't pay off.
Farmer Green's sugar-beet fuel was far too strong for a skateboard.
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was early in the morning at Silver Hatch race track.
Roary and his friends were still fast asleep.
(Soft snoring)
(Yawning)
Rise and shine, Roary.
Coming for a spin? Or is little Roary a sleepyhead?
Me? I'm wide awake.
We'll see who's sleepy. Race you!
- (Yawns) - (Big Chris) That's my sandwiches done.
Mustn't forget my doughnut.
That'd be terrible. It's the highlight of my day.
Where's it got to?
Where's my doughnut? There you are, you little beauty.
There's no room for you in my lunch box.
Sorry, sarnies. Out you come. In you go, doughnut.
I can't wait for lunchtime.
- Whoo-hoo! - Whoo!
- Catch me if you can, Roary. - I will. You'll see.
- Whoa! - (Tyres screech)
Oh! Mud!
Roary, are you all right?
Oh, no!
I'm stuck.
Don't worry. I'll get Big Chris.
- (Humming) - Spanner?
- Er... - Thanks, Molecom.
- Hose clip? - Er...
That's my doughnut.
Look at it. It's the crunchy hundreds and thousands that do it. And the icing.
I'll just have one bite and save the rest for lunch.
Big Chris!
- Cici. What's wrong? - It's Roary.
He's stuck in the mud at Hairpin Bend.
Wrap it up, Big Chris. Time to roll.
I haven't finished working on you.
- Who's going to rescue Roary? - I'll have to.
Tell Roary I'm on my way. I know a shortcut.
Ahhh!
What's happened here?
My breakfast has been ruined.
Roary, how did you end up there?
I took the bend too quickly and now I'm stuck.
It's all right. Big Chris is on his way. But he could be some time.
Zippee, Cici, if we work together, we can pull Roary out.
(Loud whistle)
Come on. We're almost there.
You're nearly there... Yes!
Thanks, Cici. Thanks, Zippee.
Don't worry. I'm here, Roary. Shattered.
You're already out. Thank goodness you're OK.
(Panting) That shortcut weren't so short.
Someone needs a bit more exercise.
Eh? Are you talking to me? I get as much as...
Let me get my breath.
I get as much exercise as you.
Oh, yes? I go for a run every morning. Do you?
Maybe not every morning. But I'm fitter than you are.
Let's find out. We'll each run round the track.
Whoever has the faster lap time wins.
- Oh. - If you don't feel up to it...
If I don't feel up to it?! You're on.
Great. I'll go and warm up.
Come on, Zippee.
Oh, no. Me and my big mouth.
I can't wait for this run. First, I've got to do my stretches.
Ooh.
Whoa!
- I'm getting the hang of this. - Well done, Molecom.
Zippee, will you carry my water bottle?
It's important to drink water when you're running.
Can I help, Marsha?
- You can time me with the stopwatch. - Brilliant.
Can I wave the chequered flag as well?
OK, Molecom.
Yippee! I'm be Molecom the Marshall.
Er, one...
two...
three...
four... five...
go, go, go!
- (Cheering) - Well done, Marsha!
- Ten minutes and 20 seconds. - Personal best.
How am I going to beat Marsha? She's fast.
Better tune up your engine.
Nothing wrong with this engine. Let's loosen up.
- This isn't food for an athlete. - I couldn't agree more.
- I think I need a total rebuild. - Your turn, Big Chris.
Soon as I've had lunch I'll be with you. Look out. I'm coming.
My doughnut?
- Where's my doughnut? - # Na na na-na na! #
- Come here, your rabbit rascal! - Flash must dash.
Oh... Er... go!
- Come and get it! - Come back with that doughnut!
Can't catch me. You'll never out-dash Flash.
Get back here. I need it.
I want it. It's the highlight of my day, Flash!
That's my doughnut. Give me back my doughnut. Bring it back.
Come here, you rascal rabbit!
Give me that doughnut. If I get you...
Catch me if you can!
Oh!
Come on, doughnut. Come to Daddy. Come on. Come here.
Ten minutes and 15 seconds. Big Chris is the winner!
- (Cheering) - Nice one, Big Chris.
Congratulations. You were five seconds faster than me.
Hang on, hang on. (Breathing heavily)
Look at my doughnut. I can't eat that - it's dirty.
I'll have to throw that away.
Never mind. Perhaps it's time to change your diet.
Have some healthy lettuce and tomato sandwiches.
The food of champions.
- Lovely. Rabbit food. - Sounds good to me.
You should let Flash have some. After all, he did help.
What? Get off with ya.
Well, you need to keep up the exercise. Let's have another run now.
What? Now? Oh, no. Maybe some other time, Marsha.
Here you go, you cheeky thing.
Hey... It's tasty, is that. You're right.
So, after a hard morning's exercise,
Big Chris filled his own tank with a healthier type of fuel.
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was a beautiful day at Silver Hatch racetrack.
Roary was out on the track practising driving round corners,
and Big Chris was fitting new tyres to Maxi.
# Cos I'm a motor man
# He's a motor man
# Cos I'm a motor man
# He's a motor man
- # I don't know where the spanner is... # - I can't stand it!
This singing is driving me crazy!
Hey, Big Chris, don't scratch my paint, will you?
Don't worry, Maxi. Now, where did I put me spanner? Where's that little fella gone?
(Mr Carburettor clears throat) Calling Silver Hatch.
Come in, Silver Hatch.
Receiving you, Mr Carburettor. Marsha here.
Listen, Marsha, I will be arriving in five minutes.
Get Maxi and Roary ready to test Maxi's new tyres. Over.
Roger.
# I've got a heart of chrome
# I've got a mobile home
# My engine's tuned
# Donned my shiny shoes
- # Cos I'm a motor man... # - (Marsha) Mr Carburettor's on his way.
Have you fitted Maxi's new tyres?
Who said that? Who said that?
- (Beeping) - Who... Oh!
- (Marsha) Pick up your walkie-talkie. - Eh? Oh, right!
Is... Do you talk into this? Is that you, Marsha?
- Don't worry. Maxi's tyres are all fitted. - Good.
Get Roary and Maxi ready to race.
Roary... I just push this?
Roary isn't here. I think he went off to practise on the track, love.
(Marsha) Well, go and look for him. We can't keep boss waiting. Over.
Over. Roger over.
Ah, Marsha! Mwah! Mwah!
And how is my special bambino, Maxi?
Maxi is fine, Mr Carburettor. Chris has fitted his new tyres.
Fantastico! So, I will go and clean up,
and then we can watch Maxi race Roary.
# Time for Maxi to test his tyres #
If we can find Roary. Where can he have got to?
Plugger, we need to find Roary, and he's bound to be mucky when we do.
No need to race, Plugger's on the case.
Hold on tight, big Chris.
Look at me go! I am just so fast now.
Whoa!
(Coughs and splutters)
Oh, no!
Help!
Oh! Someone help me!
Roary! There you are!
Don't worry, Roary, we'll get you out of there.
Bull's-eye! (Laughs)
(Roary coughing)
- Thanks, Plugger. - No problem, Roary.
Look at the state of you. You're gonna be late for the race and all.
We'll have to clean you up later. Come on. Hurry up.
(Coughing and spluttering)
Are you OK, Roary?
(Gasps) Look at all this mud and oil on the track!
Sorry, Big Chris.
- I'm worried about you. - I got a bit clogged up.
(Coughing and spluttering)
(Engine revving) Ha-ha! That's much better!
Right! Let's get this race started.
Not so fast. We need to clean up that oil and mud
- in case anyone skids on it. - (Marsha) Big Chris, have you found Roary?
Mr Carburettor wants to start this race pronto.
OK. Right. Over.
Oh, dear! I'll go back and I'll try and delay it.
You finish cleaning this up, son. Go on.
Ha-ha! Well, look at this! It's Roary the road cleaner.
I'm Roary the racing car and I'm faster than you, Flash.
# Na na na-na na! # No, you're not!
(Big Chris) Testing, testing. One, t... Is this on, this? Attention, everyone.
Maxi and Roary to the starting line.
Repeat. Maxi and Roary to the starting line.
What? I'd better get going.
I'll finish this later.
Huh?
You are looking magnifico, Maxi,
but when is this race going to start? Where's Roary?
- I'm here! I'm here! - Roary, you're late.
Sorry, Mr Carburettor.
Maxi and Roary, are you ready to light 'em up?
- (Both) You bet, Big Chris! - And remember, if you bend it...
You mend it! (Laughter)
They're under starter's orders. Stand by for the green flag.
One...
two...
three...
four...
five...
go!
(Big Chris) Go on! Race away!
Hey, Maxi, you can't block me.
Oh, yes, I can!
Bit of naughty driving there from Maxi. That's bang out of order.
Roary's chasing Maxi into Croke Corner.
Roary's taken the lead, and they're heading for Hairpin Bend.
Ho-ho! Go on, Roary.
(Flash) Here come Roary and Maxi.
Flash, it's time you showed those racing cars who's the fastest round here.
Eat rubber, Maxi!
Brilliant driving, Roary, brilliant driving!
You're too young to drive, Roary.
Hang on, Flash has joined the race!
- But Maxi is out in front. - Flash! Grrr.
What's that rabbit doing racing around my track?
Catch me if you can!
Oh. Ooh! (Screams)
Oh, no! Flash has crashed!
He seems to be all right, though.
I'm gonna beat you, Maxi.
Ha-ha! No way, Roary.
Maxi and Roary are going like the clappers now.
It's neck and neck and... Oh! What?!
What's that? Oh, no!
Dinkie the donkey's on the track. I can't watch this.
- Maxi! Watch out! - Oh!
Amazing! They've missed Dinkie, but Maxi's spun off!
That's them new tyres, that. They must be too slippery.
- (Dinkie gasps) - So that just leaves Roary.
He can't lose. Go on, son. That's my boy.
I'm gonna win!
Uh-oh! The oil!
Whoa! (Screams)
Whoops!
(Big Chris) I don't believe it! Everyone's crashed!
(Sighs) So, no one has won the race.
Hang on, hang on, hang on. What's this?
And the winner is...
- (Brays) - Dinkie.
(Brays)
Well, pump my tyres.
Mamma mia, Maxi!
You were beaten by a donkey!
Oh, I know, Mr Carburettor. It won't happen again.
- It better not. - Roary...
you crashed because you skidded on the oil that I asked you to clean up.
- Sorry, Big Chris. - (Maxi laughs)
- And as for you, Maxi... - Uh-oh!
...you shouldn't have been blocking Roary. - I'm sorry.
After I've cleaned up Roary, you can help him clean up that oil.
And now, it's time to celebrate today's champion.
- Let's hear it for Dinkie. - (Cheering)
And so, after all the thrills and spills of the day's racing,
everyone joined in the celebrations,
and Roary learned that it paid to listen to those who know better.
(Brays)
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
All the cars were waiting for Big Chris. It was unlike him to be so late.
At last he arrived but he was not happy.
Sorry I'm late. I've not had my breakfast yet. My fridge is empty.
I can't work on an empty tummy. Like you can't drive on an empty tank.
Just some eggs and milk would do.
Then I could make a scrumptious omelette.
Why don't I race to Farmer Green's farm shop?
No, it's all right, Roary, it's...
Would you do that? Get me six eggs and a bottle of milk.
You bet, Big Chris! Light 'em up!
No sense in us all going hungry. Who's for a fill-up?
(All the cars) Me! Me!
(Chris laughs)
Oh, hurry up, Molecom!
Don't rush me, Flash.
I don't want to make any mistakes fixing your skateboard, do I?
Whoa-ho-ho!
Whoo-hoo!
(Laughs)
Oh, I wish I was like Roary.
Whizzing around a racetrack, speeding along, fast as you like.
Hello, Roary. What can I do for you?
Could I have six eggs and a bottle of milk, please?
There you go. A word of warning.
Eggs are easily broken
and milk is easily spilt, so go easy, eh?
I'll try, Farmer Green. Thanks.
Oh!
Oh, no!
FB! Be careful! I just told Roary to take it easy and you should too.
Sorry, Farmer Green.
Roary, you'll be wanting some more eggs and milk, then.
Thanks, Farmer Green.
Where are you, Roary?
If you don't get here soon Everyone'll call me Little Chris.
Hey, Big Chris! What about my oil change?
Maxi, you'll have to wait.
Maxi will have to wait? No one waits on my race track!
Right. I've nearly finished.
Flash. Gotta dash.
I said, I've nearly finished. Oh, dear.
Hello, Roary. Fancy a race?
Sorry, Flash. I've got to drive really carefully.
Slowly, more like. You'll never be a racing car going at that speed. Ha-ha!
Big Chris did say he was hungry.
So the quicker I get back, the better.
Oh! I'm gonna have to go back to Farmer Green's shop again.
I'm really hungry now.
Vroom-vroom!
- Um... You might be needing this. - What is it?
Your brake pad. It helps you to stop.
Oh. One little omelette - that's all I need.
# One little omelette
# That's all I need! #
What's all this about cars having to wait, Big Chris?
We need engines tuned, tyres warmed and cars lapping.
But Big Chris has run out of fuel.
He is waiting for Roary to bring breakfast.
Oh, dear. You can't work on an empty tank.
It's so important to fill up in the morning.
(Stomach rumbling) Oh, hurry up, Roary.
(FB) He's come from the back of the grid and he's going to win!
What a formula farmyard truck he is!
Go, go, go!
Oh, FB! There is a time and a place for everything.
And this is neither!
Sorry, Farmer Green.
We need to find you something to keep you out of mischief.
Oh. Back again, Roary?
Guess what, Farmer Green.
Oh, don't tell me. I've only got one bottle of milk and six eggs left.
I'm hungry too. Have you got any fuel for me?
Sorry, Roary. FB delivered all the fuel to Silver Hatch yesterday.
- Oh. - FB can go with you.
Show you how to deliver and be on hand should you run out of fuel.
Then we can roll along the racetrack together!
Slowly.
- Remember, slow and sure wins this race. - Thank you, Farmer Green.
Oh... My poor tummy.
Voil? Here comes Roary!
Oh, thank goodness. Maybe I can get my oil change now.
It sounds like Roary's got my problem.
(Roary spluttering)
(FB) Wow! The home straight!
Oh, no! I've run out of fuel.
Oh, dear. I'll get help right away.
Don't move.
Mamma mia! Roary sounds rough.
That's not Roary. That's FB.
Come quick! Roary's run out of fuel.
Oh, poor Roary. This is my fault. I should have filled him up.
Did I hear there's a car in distress?
You did, Plugger. Poor Roary is stuck on the track. He's run out of fuel.
Not a problem. No need to race, Plugger's on the case.
(Big Chris) That was magic. Absolutely beautiful.
That omelette stretched my belt. Look at this.
- (Burp) Pardon me. - Ha-ha-ha!
I know how you feel, Big Chris.
(Burp) Pardon me too.
Let's give you that oil change, Maxi.
Big Chris?
- Is there a little job you could do first? - What's that, Roary?
One...
two...
three...
- Good luck, FB! ...four...
five...
go, go, go!
Just look at FB go. Fantastic!
That farm truck knows how to drive.
Lovely cornering. Look at that.
That's beautiful. Ha-ha!
Look at that! Great driving, FB.
Well done, FB.
This is for raising the alarm
and finishing the slowest but surest lap that Silver Hatch has ever seen.
- This is for Roary, for keeping going. - Thanks, Big Chris.
Thanks to some spilt milk and broken eggs, Roary realised
that there were times when it was important to be slow and sure
if he wanted to win a race.
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
# I love that car
# My number one star
# At the Silver Hatch in his little white cap
# Come on, Roary
# One more lap!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# He's coming to the line
# Looking real fine
# Watch out, Roary, they're right behind you
# Come on!
# Roary, the racing car
# Roary, my number one star
# Roary, the racing car #
It was business as usual at Silver Hatch.
Maxi had been driving too fast around Gravel Corner again
and had had yet another accident.
A message from Mr Carburettor.
He says you've got to stop showing off, Maxi.
Mr Carburettor doesn't want... Big Chris! I'm not a set of drums!
All right. Just having a bit of fun.
Mr Carburettor doesn't want slow racing cars.
He wants fast ones that win races.
You don't want to damage anything else, do you?
I've just done a full check of Silver Hatch circuit...
- Oh! - (Radio blares)
Come on!
(# Loud rock music)
Yeah!
- Turn that thing off! - (Radio off)
Sorry. I was enjoying that. What were you saying?
Erm... What was I saying?
I don't know... That's it. You've checked the circuit.
Oh, yes. There's hardly any sand in the gravel trap.
We can't have an empty gravel trap.
If Maxi comes off again there's nothing to stop his spin.
Get it filled up right away.
"Get it filled up right away." Yes. OK.
By the way, have you perchance seen any of my walkie-talkies?
I've only got one... No, two. There's one here. Three.
There's one down here. I've got three.
- Big Chris? - Yeah?
Oh, and another one.
I've got four. I don't know how they get here, Marsha.
I do, Big Chris. You like to squirrel them in.
(Roary laughing) Big Chris!
Never mind that. Where am I going to get sand from?
You could get it from the seaside.
That is a belting idea, Roary. Plugger can carry it for us.
- And I can help you to shovel it up. - Rock on!
Anyone seen Big Chris?
- He's gone to the sea... - To get sand.
He had the starter's flag and now I can't find it anywhere.
Let's race on the beach!
I've got a better idea. Let's build a sand castle!
I love the seaside!
Yeah!
That's it. Pile it on. I can't get enough of it.
# At the seaside, on the beach # We like to play
# We like to mess around a lot and have a lovely day
# At the seaside, on the beach # We like to be
# To have a laugh and giggle and a race beside the sea
# We can dig the sand and build a castle grand
# There's one more thing # Don't forget the flag
# At the seaside, on the beach # Is where we went
# To have a laugh and giggle # With the sun out on my head
# At the seaside, on the beach # We like to play
# We like to mess around a lot
# And have a lovely day! #
Hey! Where's me sunhat?
I'm off to check the track before Mr Carburettor arrives.
We'd better make sure Big Chris fills the gravel trap.
Wait for me, Drifter.
Fantastico! Now I can entertain Mr Carburettor all by myself.
Wow! That's fantastic. It's the best sand castle I've ever seen.
- Big Chris, you'd better get back. - Marsha's inspecting the track.
Oh. Start loading, Plugger.
Stop! We can't take the sand from the beach.
Other people would be sad if there wasn't enough sand for their sand castles.
You're right. I got carried away in all the excitement.
- But we need to fill that gravel trap. - What are we going to do?
Maybe Farmer Green will have some sand at his farm. Let's go.
We'd better not leave that here.
That gravel trap's still nearly empty. What's Big Chris up to?
It was lucky Farmer Green had sand. Plugger, put your foot down.
Slow down, Plugger.
- Eh? - (Helicopter whirrs)
Mr Carburettor's here!
We've got to shift this sand fast.
- Come in, Big Chris. - Buongiorno. Hello, Marsha.
Hello, Mr Carburettor.
- Where's Big Chris and the other cars? - Er...
Big Chris took the other cars to the beach.
The beach?!
Oh! It's not a holiday. I hope they're not getting sand in their engines.
No. Big Chris thought you might like to see me do a solo run.
Yes. S? I think I do. Eccellente. Marsha, flag Maxi off.
Erm... I can't.
Huh?! And why not?
I... I... I can't find my flag. That's why.
Ha! Maxi doesn't need a flag.
(Laughs) Yeah!
Oh, no! I can hear Maxi coming.
Ha-ha! I'll show Mr Carburettor just how fast I can go.
Stop, Maxi! Stop!
Whoops! Uh-oh.
Ai-ai-ai! I can't look.
- (Tyres squeal) - No-o-o-o!
No-o-o-o!
Ha-ha! Yes!
Hooray!
Big Chris, that was a brilliant idea
to lay sand on the bend to stop my Maxi getting broken again.
It was just an idea I had when we were at the seaside.
Come on. I want to see all my beautiful cars in action.
Marsha, have you got the green starter flag ready this time?
- Oh... - Thanks, Roary.
- I, er... - You're my number one star.
So the race started exactly as it always does at Silver Hatch.
One... two...
three...
four... five...
and they're away!
Go on, son! Ha-ha-ha!
# Roary
# Roary, the racing car #
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