RAY: Long, long ago in a galaxy far away, our pal, Crusty, was driving to what was to be his wedding ceremony up in the wilds of Maine. He's driving along this lonely dirt road when he hits a rock. A big rock. It tears open his gas tank.

TOM: Oh!

RAY: Huge gash. He gets out of the car, runs to the back and says, "Oh Fudge!" And he realizes that the gasoline is pouring out at such a rate that he's never going to make it to the wedding and he knows that if he doesn't make it, she's not going to hang around because he's what? A loser. So, if he doesn't get there on time, he's done for.

TOM: She's going to have that extra two minutes to think about it and she's out of there.

RAY: Exactly. So, he opens the trunk to figure out some way to get himself out of this problem. He's got another transmission in there, a starter, a motor. A raccoon coat with the raccoon still in it. And there's nothing. His tool kit. And he sees the gas pouring out and he realizes that soon he's going to be done for.