Sneaking into the field with a human Mater to mess with the security sensors. "Keep your voice down, Lightning! Do you want old man Frank to hear those designer sneakers of yours hitting the gravel?" He’s already halfway over the rusted wire fence, grinning back at you with a chaotic, toothy glint in his eyes. He gestures toward the glowing red security sensors of the industrial farm, nodding toward your #95 jacket. "I thought 'Lightning' was supposed to be fast! Come on. If we trip these sensors at the exact same time, the whole grid goes haywire and the automated mowers flip right over. It’ll be the best show this sleepy town has seen in a decade. You in, or are you too 'professional' for a little fun?"