Ebben a frankó leírásban megtalálható a videókbeli összes párbeszéd, és hogy mi történik bennük. Ha véletlenül nem értetted, amit a videókban elmondtak, ez a hely neked lett teremtve! -Csak Angolul-

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  1 |        Game Intro         |
+----+---------------------------+
~Camera pans around the city for a sec and then settles in through a window
and aquarium to see Daxter and two thugs (Shiv & Edje) at the Bloody Hook bar.

Daxter: So there we were, wheel to wheel with the nastiest racing cars I've
        ever seen.  Razor sharp chrome gleaming in the dark, weapons bristling
        under rumbling hoods...

Shiv: Oh... the Kras City welcoming committee.

~Shiv pours from a bottle with a skull and crossbones into Daxter's cup

Shiv: Have a drink, friend.

Daxter: Yeah, well, whoever they were, they messed with the wrong racers!  Jak
        and I are world famous!  And we're connected too.  We've been...

~Edje pours some more liquid into Daxter's cup

Daxter: Thanks... invited to Kras city for the reading of some will... a rich
        guy named Krew

Edje: The big gang lord?

Daxter: Yeah, "big" is right! We were Krew's muscle in Haven City, but old tub
        of butter kicked the bucket.  Anyway, where was I?  Oh Yeah!

~Camera cuts to Jak in his car

Daxter: Slowly the racers circled us.  The smell of fear hung in the air, and
        the smell of something else too!  I told Jak, "Lose the suckers!"

~Camera cuts back to Jak after a brief cut to Daxter during the "smell of some
thing else too" part, and Jak turbos away and a sweet driving, jumping, and
exploding scene happens with awesome music.  Camera now cuts back to Daxter.

Razer: My, my, sounds like this city's terribly dangerous.  Maybe we should get
       law enforcement to crack down.  Hmm... hmm... hmm... hmmm... hmmmm...

Daxter: Yeah, well, this place don't scare us.  No nasty gang is gonna get us
        to turn tail and run.

Razer: Sounds like they had you dead to rights.  How did you survive?

~Camera cuts back to Jak.  Another sweet scene with the same awesome music.
Lotsa "fireworks" and great driving.  Camera now cuts back to Daxter.

Daxter: Jak was barely able to handle himself, but with my help we took 'em all
        out until only one was left.

Razer: Really?  You know, people in this town have a way of getting in over
       their heads... like at the bottom of the ocean.

Daxter: Ehh... easy boys, my story's almost over.

~Razer pulls out a knife

Razer: Yes, it is!

Daxter: Wait a minute it gets better. Really!

~Turns out those scenes weren't flashbacks, but real time, as Jak and his car
come flying through the window behind the bar.  Cool stuff.

Jak: Dax, get in the car!

Daxter: Jak!  Are you crazy?  You ruined my story!

Jak: NOW!

~Razer throws his knife and it sticks into the bar next to Daxter's head.

Daxter: Agghh!  What are you waiting for? Step on it, Jak!

~Jak drives back out through the window to safety.

Jak: I told you not to go out. We're getting death threats, Dax. Someone
     doesn't want us here.

Daxter: Ya think?!  I say we take the next boat home.

Jak: Not a chance!  Hang on!

Daxter: JAAAKK!!!

~Jak turbos off into Kras City, and the Jak X logo comes on screen.


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|  2 |       Poison Toast        |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and friends are seated at one end of a large table in a room.

Daxter: Let's get this over with and blow this burg. Who called us here anyway?

Kiera: Krew's daughter... Rayn.

Jak: Krew has a daughter?

Daxter: Krew... REPRODUCED?! Eeew... Can you imagine what that tub of jelly
        must look like?

~Rayn walks in

Rayn: Thank you for coming to Kras City.  It looks like some didn't make it, ah
      well...  I'm Rayn.  Before father died, his wishes were simple, to have
      his will played for his closest associates and for us to drink to his
      passing.  This special vintage he kept for the very occasion... to toast
      his death.  Here's to old friends, and to father's untimely... death.

~Everyone drinks their wine glass.

Rayn: So, without further delay his message to us.

~Holographic Krew appears over the table

Krew: Hello nearly friends and mostly enemies.  If you're listening to this
      message then I must be dead, oh well...  As you all know I loved racing,
      almost as much as I loved weapons.  Alas I never fulfilled my living
      dream of winning the biggest race of all - the Kras City Grand
      Championship.  But even in death, I will field the greatest racing team
      ever assembled and win the biggest race on the planet.  You are the best
      and you will race for me!

Daxter: No way!
Jak: Forget it!
Torn: Never!

Krew: I expect you're all riled up by now so let me tell you why you will race,
      and will win.  If all went as planned, you just gave a touching toast in
      my honor.  Sorry to say, but I put poison in that special vintage, quite
      unsporting of me really.

Rayn: Father!

Krew: This is where Rayn will probably get upset.  Sorry dear.  It's a slow
      acting poison, or you'd already be dead!  You have just enough time to
      finish this year's racing season.  If you race for me and win, my
      associates will provide each with an antidote to the poison. Simple, eh?

~Hologram of Krew fades, Ashelin puts a gun in Rayn's face

Ashelin: What the hell did you do to us?

Rayn: Please, I didn't know.  I drank it too.  Father never did play favorites.

Torn: Yeah, well your father's crazy!

Kiera: We're all crazy for coming here!

Jak: I think she's telling the truth.

~Hologram of Krew reappears

Krew: Well, it's been one minute, so I figure by now you're all arguing about
      how to get out of this mess.  My advice is trust no one!  Win the race
      and save yourselves!

~Hologram of Krew fades

Daxter: Jak, next time you invite me to one of your little parties... DON'T!

Jak: We can do this.  We can race and we can beat Krew at his own game.

Rayn: Father bought us the best mobile racing garage money can buy and each of
      you has a racing car waiting. We're in this together, so let's get to it.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  3 |       The First Race      |
+----+---------------------------+

~G.T. Blitz is on the TV panels all over the room

G.T. Blitz: Welcome race fans to another turbo charged season of high stakes,
            high speed racing.  As usual, yours truly, G.T. Blitz, will give
            you a pit row view of all the action as the best racers in the
            world swap paint in their quest to claim the Kras City Grand
            Championship Trophy.  In the end, only one wheel jockey will claim
            the prize as the greatest racer in the land.  And we'll be here to
            cover all the thrills, chills, and spills!  The season's first race
            kicks off in a few minutes... so stay tuned, and keep those engines
            hummin'!

Jak: The first race.

Samos: I fear this affair will end badly.  A wise man once said, "be watchful
       of those in front of you, but beware of those behind."

Daxter: What wise man said that?

Samos: I did!

Torn: Look, none of us is happy about this, but we might as well make the best
      of it.

Rayn: My father provided everything we need to win. One of us can do it if we
      all...

Ashelin: You father got us into this mess, so zip it before I come over there
         and play daddy!

~G.T. Blitz walks in

G.T. Blitz: Well, well... I was told we had some fresh wax rookies this year,
            but I had to eyeball it for myself.  G.T. Blitz is the name.  I'm
            the Kras City Racing Commissioner and star of the highest
            syndicated sports event on the planet.  I just came by to wish you
            luck and to skid down a few rules.  No side bets.  No cheating.  No
            rule breaks or we'll break you. You in gear? This is show business
            boys... and girls.  Only the best racers move up to the bigger
            events, so make me happy... and make the crowd scream!

Jak: Let's Race

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|  4 |         More Heat         |
+----+---------------------------+
~The screen looks like you are looking a TV news report

G.T. Blitz: You saw it here folks... at least those of you who didn't die
            yawning or switch to the bran channel.  An unknown driver wins his
            first big race... in lackluster fashion. So, tell us, what happened
            out there?  Were you frightened?

Daxter: No!

G.T. Blitz: Well, wait till ya race against the big name drivers.

Torn: It gets worse?

G.T. Blitz: Ha, ha, ha... much.  Think you can handle it?

Kiera: Give him a break!

G.T. Blitz: I'll take that as a "no" or a "no comment," and with that, let's
            take it down to Greaser in pit row.

~TV style camera stops. 

G.T. Blitz: That's a wrap.  Listen, I'm not getting much smoke off you guys.  I
            need more spin... more heat!  Ratings were down 13 points on that
            last race.  Not happening!  If you want to get into the club, you
            gotta win a lot more, and you gotta win big!  Accumulate serious
            points and maybe I'll give you another interview. Heh... heh... if
            you're still around.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  5 |        Win or Die         |
+----+---------------------------+

Daxter: You know, except for a little rash in the nether regions, I feel fine.
        Maybe Krew was bluffing about the whole poison thing?

Ashelin: I had the bottle analyzed.  There were traces of Black Shade at the
         bottom.  A rare and deadly plant found in the Wasteland.  We were
         poisoned alright.

Rayn: Father never cut corners. Trust me, it’s the real deal.

Daxter: Never fear... when the going gets tough... Jak will get us out of it!

Jak: We're just gonna have to win the whole thing.

Daxter: Against those lunatic racers out there?  What are the odds?

Torn: You don't wanna know.

Ashelin: No offense guys, but I'm not going to trust my life to anyone but me.
         Just stay out of my way, I'll win.

Daxter: Well, somebody here had better win, or I'm going to be very pissed...
        and very dead.

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|  6 |  Welcome to the Dethdrome |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and Dax are working on their car on the track, G.T. Blitz is approaching.

Daxter: Oh no! Here comes ol' tin grin himself.

G.T. Blitz: You newbies are finally going to see what I've been talking about
            all along... What makes this the most watched sport in the world...
            ultimate speed and complete danger.  I hope you didn't eat break-
            fast this morning, or you'll find it all over your suit later. Ha
            ha ha haaa...

Daxter: We're not afraid, right Jak? ... Right, Jak?  HEY! Say some hero stuff!

~Camera cuts to TV style camera and does a fly over of the Dethdrome track.

G.T. Blitz: Welcome to one of the fastest tracks in the world.  This is the
            Dethdrome.

~Camera cuts back to Blitz and Jak

G.T. Blitz: Many people have died on those lanes chasing a sad dream.  Make the
            crowd scream for me!  Good luck, you'll need it... more than I
            need ratings.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  7 |      Razer's Threat       |
+----+---------------------------+

Jak: Next time you and your thugs want a fight, maybe you should pick on
     someone your own size.

Razer: My, my, I finally get to meet the great racer, Jak.

Daxter: And...

Razer: And what?

Daxter: What about me?

Razer: Oh yes, you're the loudmouth storyteller from the bar.  But Jak... Jak,
       Jak, Jak.  Your reputation precedes you.  Oh, but I'm forgetting my
       manners.  My name is Razer.  Maybe you've heard of me?  I work for Mizo.
       Eventually everyone does.

Jak: I'm from out of town.

Razer: Yes, you are, aren't you?  And you're showing up my boys on the track
       out there.  Uhhmmhmmhmmm... Don't make me put on my goggles and show you
       how it's done.  You wouldn't live long enough to see me cross the finish
       line.

Jak: I'm ready whenever you are.

Razer: Oh, I'm sure we'll match up soon enough.  The race of the century, eh?
       Ehmmm... In the meantime, watch your back.  I've heard someone arranged
       a few surprises this time out.  Heh hmm hmm hmm hmm...

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  8 |  A New Color Commentator  |
+----+---------------------------+
~Camera briefly shows Jak and Dax at the Bloody Hook then cuts to the TV camera

G.T. Blitz: Welcome back to the G.T. Blitz show. Sadly, the network has decided
            in their infinitesimally small wisdom to add a co-host to my show.
            Hmmph... I can't imagine anyone outshining yours truly, but alas,
            please give a lukewarm welcome to my new "color" commentator as it
            were... Mr.... eh... Pecker?

Pecker: Thank you G.T. and hello to all you peoples out there watching.  I'd
        like to thank the network for choosing me to save this anemic little
        show.

G.T. Blitz: HA! Ha... ha... Yes, well, welcome aboard... Pecker.

~Camera cuts back to Jak and Daxter at bar

Daxter: That's it!  Who's his agent? Pecker always gets the sweet gigs in these
        adventures.

~Camera cuts back to the TV camera of Pecker and Blitz

Pecker: My first network assignment has been to investigate the rumored "super
        bet" on this year's big championship race.  Sources say a high level
        underworld crime connection is involved.  But sadly my sources won't
        return calls, and are now missing and are probably dead! But Pecker is
        not so easily swayed.  I will uncover the truth and report my findings
        right here on the our show, G.T..

G.T. Blitz: Of course you will.  And let me just say it's gonna be SO great
            working with you.

Pecker: You to Blitz-man.

G.T. Blitz: Why you little bird shi...

~Grabs Pecker around the neck with his hands to choke him

Pecker: Aggghhh!

~Camera cuts to one of those test patterns/technical difficulties screens

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
|  9 |      Race for Prizes      |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak, Daxter, and G.T. Blitz are in the Bloody Hook again

G.T. Blitz: There you are Jak. Getting some local color? Ha ha... you certainly
            need it, you're positively pale on screen.  Listen, I just wanted
            to tell your group that you can earl cool gadgets by performing odd
            jobs for the Commission and others.

Jak: What kinda job?

Daxter: What kinda gadgets?

G.T. Blitz: Good stuff!  For instance, there are some dirt forming robots that
            went berserk in the Kras Dirt Stadium.  They need to be destroyed
            before someone gets hurt.  Hunt them all down and you'll be
            rewarded. 

Jak: Sounds good.

Daxter: Sounds dangerous!

G.T. Blitz: It is... but the prizes are good, and you'll need them. That is if
            you want to continue upgrading your car to keep up with the
            Joneses.  The job's waiting if you want it.  But be careful, we
            wouldn't want to hurt one of our star up and coming racers.
         
+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 10 |   UR-86 Zeros in on Jak   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak, Dax, and Ashelin are working on their car, Rayn comes walking in.

Rayn: Jak, you're getting great points for the season. But, I heard a nasty
      rumor that someone's throwing big money around hiring top mercenary
      drivers to race.  Whoever it is, they want to beat us badly.

Ashelin: I hear these new drivers are getting bonuses for kills, and I'm sure
         they wouldn't think twice about cheating to win.

Daxter: Oh great! That's all we need.

Ashelin: Uh oh, here comes a rather large specimen now.

~Razer and a large red robot, UR-86, walk up

Razer: Well, well... if it isn't the rat and his mangy animal.

Daxter: Oh, you're a riot.

Razer: Have you met Mizo's newest racer? This is UR-86, the deadliest driver on
       the planet... behind me of course. Hmmh.  '86 holds some of the top
       records for kills in a single event.  Even I have to watch out for this
       one.

~UR-86 grabs Daxter by the head and starts spinning him about and such.

Razer: Oh, don't be shy.  This bucket of bolts loves living things... so he can
       make them dead. Hmmhaheheh... Good luck out there.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 11 |        Sig Returns        |
+----+---------------------------+
~Camera shows G.T. Blitz on a TV screen in Jak's team's ready room

G.T. Blitz: Hello speed lovers.  We're live once again for the biggest sport on
            the planet.  It looks like the competition's really heating up.  As
            are the piles of smoldering wrecks on the side of the road. Ha ha
            ha ha...  Stay tuned for all the fireworks.

Daxter: How does he get that sheen in his hair?  I must know.

Ashelin: I guess we'll see some pros out there today.

Rayn: Oh joy... That Blitz fellow gives me the creeps and the smarmy blighter's
      even worse in person.  If only he were-

~G.T. Blitz walks in and interrupts in the middle of Rayn's sentence

G.T. Blitz: Hey people, did you catch my broadcast? *whistle* You've got some
            serious competition today.  People have been betting big.  They say
            this championship is gonna come down to you guys and Mizo's dream
            team. Ha ha ha... Still, the odds makers say your team falls short.
           
~Sig walks in

Sig: That's because most fools haven't figured me into the mix!

Daxter/Jak: Sig!

G.T. Blitz: Is my camera out of focus?  The great Sig has entered the
            competition.  This is going to be better than I thought.  But, if
            you'll excuse me, I've got some real interviews to do.

~G.T. Blitz walks out

Sig: yeah, you do that. Sorry I'm late for the party, guys. I head about Krew's
     little potion.  That's why I never drink on the job. I say never trust
     a dead man. Don't worry, I'll help you get that antidote.

Ashelin: Easy for you to say, your life's not on the line.

Sig: For my friend, it is.

Jak: Good to have you back, Sig.

Sig: Great to be back!  Now let's see about this so called "competition."

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 12 |    The First Grand Prix   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Camera shows Jak and friends looking up at a TV screen, then it cuts to the
TV camera view of Blitz and Pecker doing their report.

G.T. Blitz: Once again, we bring you all the racing action as close as it
            gets!

Pecker: Yes indeedy. The winner here will move one step closer to qualifying
        for the big championship race.

G.T. Blitz: But that step could be right off a cliff.  UR-86 has never lost in
            this event before and the crowd is screaming for another mechanical
            mashing here today. 

~Camera cuts to a TV camera of UR-86 for a few seconds

G.T. Blitz: Look at '86's confidence, his poise, his game face is just rock
            solid.

Pecker: Yeah, well he's a robot.  What do you expect?

~Camera cuts back to Daxter looking up at the TV

Daxter: We're dead.

Sig: Watch yourself out there, Jak.  He can really light up a track, both with
     his speed and his weapons.

Jak: Let's melt this sucker.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 13 |       Jak Beats UR-86     |
+----+---------------------------+
~News screen again of G.T. Blitz and Pecker

G.T. Blitz: That was a big win for the newcomer, my fine feathered friend we're
            gonna have to pay more attention to this boy.

Pecker: I've done some digging, G. baby, and I've uncovered more information
        about the rumors of that big underworld bet.  Someone is manipulating
        the sport!

G.T. Blitz: You know... Ha ha ha... I've been covering this sport for decades.
            Do you honestly think you can come onto my (BEEP)'n show and make
            me look like a (BEEP) fool?! Well, (BEEP) you! (BEEEEEEEEEEP)

~Cuts to technical difficulties screen.  Those (BEEP)'s are subtitled as such
and are also beeped out on audio too.  They don't actually say curse words.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 14 |        Odds Are Bad       |
+----+---------------------------+
~News screen again of G.T. Blitz and Pecker

G.T. Blitz: Welcome back to the show.  Today we have a special event where the
            racing rules have been changed to provide new challenges and new
            thrills.  How do you see Jak and his band of misfit racers shaping
            up?
Pecker: Well G., I’ve seen Jak get out of some pretty tight scrapes.


G.T. Blitz: Come on... do you really think Jak's got a chance?  He'll soon be
            going up against the top pros... nasty competition.  But, I'll give
            you the final word.

Pecker: Well G.T.-


G.T. Blitz: Oops sorry, that was more than one word. In my experienced opinion,
            as the competition gets tougher... I think Jak's gonna fold.
            That's studio debating 101, baby. Oh yeah!  You just got schooled!

Pecker: Birds do not school, they flock.  So flock off! 

~Peckers gives G.T. the middle finger on "flock off!" line, but of course there
is a blurry circle over where Pecker's finger is.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 15 |    Kiera Wants to Race    |
+----+---------------------------+
~Kiera is working on a car in the garage and arguing with Samos

Kiera: Daddy, I want to race.  They need me out there. I can will it all!

Samos: Oh no, not this again! Kiera, you're not racing, it's much too
       dangerous.

Kiera: But daddy, I can do it.  I can race better than any of those guys! You
       know I can! 

Samos: Yes... I mean no, you can't.  Well, I mean, yes, you can... but that's
       not the point.  I won't have it. A woman's place is in the garage fixing
       cars!

Kiera: You can't protect me forever!  Someday I'll show you!

Samos: Not today you won't.  No racing.  That's final!  I can't risk losing my
       little girl.

~Jak walks in with Dax on his shoulder during the "That's final!" line and
kinda stands back from Kiera and Samos.

Kiera: I'm not your little girl anymore.  You'll see.

Jak: Hey, you okay?

Kiera: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm always fine.  Look, you boys have what it takes to
       win out there. 

Daxter: Thanks, baby.

Kiera: I meant the car.  It's a beaut.  Free-floating V-chassis, 326 Super
       Headers, channel-lock universal weapons cage.  Very nice.  But to
       keep competitive, you'll have to modify your body as often as possible.
       Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll install stuff.

Jak: Deal.

Kiera: That's asking nice?

Jak: What?  I mean, it would, it would be...

Kiera: Nicer...

Daxter: Will ya do it already!

Kiera: I'm a little rusty with the wrench, but I'll see to it your vehicle is
       in tip top shape, make repairs after races, and make sure yours is the
       best purring vehicle on the circuit.  And Jak, we'll talk about "nice"
       later...

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 16 |      Kleiver Shows Up     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak is talking to Rayn, Daxter is leaning on a wrench.

Jak: Something about this whole set-up doesn't seem right.  We're missing some-
     thing important. 

Rayn: But at least we're winning races.  That's good.

Daxter: Good?!  Listen Rayn baby, we've been chased, attacked, shot at,
        poisoned, and blown up.  How could it get any worse?

~Kleiver walks in and simultaneously talks

Kleiver: Hello ankle biters!

Daxter: It's worse.

Kleiver: That show pony, Gee-Whizz Blitz, told me I could find ya here. Listen
         up, yabbers.  you embarrassed me on the track before, but this time I
         aim to even the score.

Daxter: Dude, that was so last adventure! Available in stores now.

Kleiver: I've been waiting a long time to teach you short poppies a lesson.
         I'll see ya on the track, nippers.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 17 |   Kleiver Wants to Play   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak, Daxter, and Kleiver are at the bar

Kleiver: You and the offsider care for a little bush bash?  Over the city and
         through the jungle, so to speak...

Daxter: You know... I was having a good day until you showed up.

Jak: We're always up for a little action.

Kleiver: Good.  A little warm up for the big event, eh?  Who knows, maybe we
         can run over a few greenies while we're at it.

Jak: After you.

Kleiver: You'll always be after me.

~Kleiver starts walking out

Jak: Who's paying you Kleiver?  You don't do anything for free.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 18 |      The Team Ponders     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Everyone is at the bar looking up at one of the TV of G.T. Blitz and Pecker

G.T. Blitz: I love this sport.  Last year along, racing brought in more cash
            than Kras City's entire yearly budget.  Now that's big. Believe it
            or not, it can get even bigger! I mean, with the right imagination.
            I'd like to see laws passed forcing the sport to be shown on
            multiple channels, maybe broadcast it in school for the kiddies.

~Jak turns off the TV with a remote control

Jak: Seems like everyone's got a stake in this thing.

Rayn: Well, we certainly do.

Daxter: There's a ton of money swirling around this sport!  And where there's
        money...

Ashelin: There's crime.

Jak: I think Krew is playing us, but against who... I don't know.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 19 |     We're Dying to Win    |
+----+---------------------------+
~TV screen of another G.T. Blitz and Pecker news report

G.T. Blitz: Hello race fans, Welcome to another edition of the G.T. Blitz show.
            What d'ya think, Pecker? Is this season great or what?

Pecker: Yes G.T., it's really been a-

G.T. Blitz: Great. Well, we have two of the biggest racers in the sport today.

~G.T. Blitz and camera walk forward and Razer comes on screen left

G.T. Blitz: So, Razer, tell me, how does it feel to compete in the most
            prestigious racing event on the planet, my show?

Razer: Yes, well, as you know, I'm a firm believer that our sport needs to
       evolve.  We need more action, more excitement, more danger...

G.T. Blitz: Love it! Love it!

~Camera slides left to see Jak and Daxter

G.T. Blitz: So, tell me, Jak. How does it feel to know either you or Razer will
            be dead by season's end?  You must be really motivated to keep
            racing under this kind of pressure.

Daxter: Let's just say we're dying to win.

Pecker: Some say the mysterious crime boss Mizo may be involved.

Jak: Mizo's name is coming up a lot for someone trying to stay out of the
     public eye.

G.T. Blitz: You heard it here folks! These two wheel jocks are on a collision
            course, and we'll be here to identify all the bodies.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 20 |    Back in Haven City     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Large screen of another G.T. Blitz and Pecker news report

G.T. Blitz: Hello race fans, we're coming to you live from not-so-scenic Haven
            City as this sport goes on the road for the world circuit tour.
            Yes, we're global, baby.  In today's race, a few veteran drivers
            will meet the upstarts for the first time, and the Blitz-meister
            has a feeling it won't be pretty.  So, we'll stay behind the crash
            barrier and bring you all the action as it happens! Stay tuned!

~Torn, Ashelin, Rayn, Jak, and Daxter are all walking down a really wide street
in what looks like an open area of the industrial section of Haven City

Torn: It's nice to be back in Haven City, hey sweetheart?

Daxter: Torn, I'm touched.

Torn: I was talking to Ashelin.

Daxter: I knew that... And we used to think this town was tough?  Kras City
        makes this place look like a kiddie park. 

Jak: I still don't understand why Krew would go to all this trouble for a
     trophy. 

Ashelin: I smell a rat.

Daxter: Hey, I showered this morning!

Ashelin: I mean, I think Krew must've been up to something. 

Daxter: With soap!

Ashelin: He always had an angle. 

Rayn: You're probably right.  While we're in Haven City, I'll see what I can
      dig up in my father's old things.

Ashelin: Yeah... you do that.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 21 |    Grease Monkey Daxter   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and Daxter are in the racing garage working on their car

Daxter: Now that I've finished working on this sweet ride, it'll really fly
        thanks to my "vehicular expertise."

Jak: Right, did you put on two coats of wax or just one?

Daxter: One...  But that'll make it go much faster!

~Kleiver walks in

Kleiver: Howdy mates, just wanted to drop you a fly that there's an event
         swirling at the Kras Coliseum.  Competitors from all over the world
         came to play... and my score beat 'em all!

Daxter: Whoopee for you!

Kleiver: I just didn't want ya to miss out on all the fun.  I need a little
         competition, and I'd love to see you squirm. Go ahead, give it a burl.
         I'll be the one laughing from the stands.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 22 |   The Second Grand Prix   |
+----+---------------------------+
~TV screen of another G.T. Blitz is doing news report with Jak and Kleiver

G.T. Blitz: Two of today's top contenders are joining me now, Kleiver, the
            muscle-bound god of track thunder, and the nimble and lightning-
            quick racer, Jak.  So Jak, sources say there's a big bounty on you.
            Everyone wants you dead. Ha, everyone but me that is.  You're great
            for the ratings.

Jak: The death threats and bounties don't bother us.  We're not afraid to die.

Daxter: Whoa!  Freeze frame!  I'd like to go on record right here that I'm
        firmly and officially against dying.  In any way.

Kleiver: Yabbers, all of ya!  I'm gonna find you two on out on the track, and
         when I do, you'll wish you'd never wedged behind a wheel!

G.T. Blitz: You heard it here folks.  the gauntlet's been thrown and the two
            biggest race of the season is coming to you live as-

~Pecker pops up in front of the camera lense

Pecker: -Jak and Daxter show us how they became heroes!

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 23 |      Jak Beats Kleiver    |
+----+---------------------------+
~G.T. Blitz stands in front of a huge screen and gives another report

G.T. Blitz: And here's the lucky winner, ladies and gentlemen!

~Jak and Daxter walk up

G.T. Blitz: Well deserved... well deserved indeed.  You're showing promise out
            there, old boy.  What's your secret?

Jak: Clean air.

G.T. Blitz: Love it!  Ha Ha!  LOVE IT!

~Daxter grabs the mic while it’s still in G.T. Blitz's hand

Daxter: And I'd like to give a shout out to all my golden boys.

G.T. Blitz: Yeah yeah, wouldn't we all.  Tell me Jak, you just beat one of the
            top racers in a bid to qualify for the Grand Championship race.
            Your point totals are impressive.  What make you think people won't
            kill you for this?

Daxter: Wha, wha, what?!  What?!!

G.T. Blitz: Did I slur my words?  Aren't you worried?

Jak: Tell you the truth, I'm probably dead already, but that doesn't mean I
     can't take a few scumbags with me. 

G.T. Blitz: Well, you made the people cheer, and that's good for business.
            Very good indeed.  Until next time, this is G.T. Blitz signing off.

~TV style camera cuts off and you can tell the broadcast is over.

Jak: You got a sweet gig goin' here. 

G.T. Blitz: Oh, it's all for show... for the bigger powers that be... Ha ha ha.
            I'd be careful, though.  I hear Mizo had a pretty sizable bet on
            this race... and lost.

Jak: I hope he was watching.

G.T. Blitz: Oh, I'm sure he was.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 24 |        Krew's Diary       |
+----+---------------------------+
~The camera walks into a room with Jak.  Inside the room Rayn is watching a
holographic recording of Krew, but stops it when Jak walks in.

Rayn: I took the liberty of going back through Dad's things. I found his
      decoder for the will.  There's more on the disc.  I think it's his
      journal.

Jak: Play it.

~Rayn hits a button and the Krew hologram rewinds for a sec

Krew: Mizo and I both want the same things, and we'll stop at nothing to get
      them.  So I rolled the dice and made this bet with Mizo to avoid a costly
      gang war between us.  The winner of the next Kras City Grand Championship
      Race will win the other's dirty business.  All I have to do is field a
      better racing team than him, win the big race, and Mizo and his nasty
      clan will slink off to whatever hole they crawled out of, eh? 

Jak: No wonder they both want to win so badly. 

Rayn: My father made a wager with the Mizo crime family?  He's been linked to
      some of the worst crime in Kras City.  I'm sure he's paying top dollar to
      field the best racers to beat us.

Jak: So we're up against the world's nastiest crime boss with the best
     mercenary racers money can buy... And we've been poisoned. I've had better
     weeks.

Rayn: You must believe me, Jak. I never knew my father was into all this. Hell,
      I never knew my father at all.

Jak: You're not alone in this.  Don't worry, we'll win.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 25 |    Can We Trust Mizo?     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Torn, Ashelin, Jak, Daxter, and Sig are all standing in their pit station on
the side of the track.  Rayn comes walking up.

Rayn: Jak, you're looking good in the standings so far. But even if we win this
      whole damn thing, how do we know Mizo will keep his word and walk away?

Torn: We don't.  But how do we know Krew will keep his?

Ashelin: Look honey, I don't care about Mizo, as long as we get the poison
         antidote.  You're family "business" is your problem.

Sig: Listen, I've been around this crime scene for a long time.  If there's one
     thing I've learned, it's that death is always in the equation.  Mizo won't
     leave witnesses.  Win or lose, he'll try to kill us all.

Rayn: I just don't think we should leave this bet to chance. My father wouldn't
      have...

Ashelin: It's not your choice.  And I wouldn't start modeling you life by what
         your father would do. Jak will tell you where he ended up.  Won't you,
         Jak?

Jak: Look, just keep racing and winning.  I'll think of something.
    
+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 26 |   Jak Confronts Razer     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and Daxter walk up to Razer who is sitting at the bar at the Bloody Hook

Daxter: Step aside boys, the speed twins are in the building.  Looks like we're
        taking it to your best boys on the track, eh Razer?

Razer: Ah, welcome back to the Bloody Hook.  If we keep meeting like this,
       people will start to talk.  Hmmm...

Daxter: You ain't so tough.  Although you do dress strangely well, and have a
        certain odd sexy style.

Jak: We found out about your boss' little bet with Krew, Razer. Mizo won't win,
     no matter how many of your goons he hires to race against us.

Razer: Oh yes, Mizo wanted me to tell you that he loves the competition and
       looks forward to the rest of the season.  Of course, he's a far fairer
       soul than I.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 27 |    The Third Grand Prix   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Kiera, Jak, and Daxter are in the garage around the car working on it

Kiera: I need a GB spanner, please.

Daxter: What's a spanner?

Kiera: That one.

Daxter: That one?

Kiera: No, that one.

Daxter: I knew that.

Jak: You sure know your way around cars, Kiera.

Kiera: I can handle tools.  But that's not all I'm good at... Jak.

~Kiera leans on Jak's shoulder in a kinda romantic way on the "But that's not
all I'm good at... Jak" line, and Razer walks in

Razer: Oh look.  The grease monkeys are busy putting their toy cars together.
       So I can take them apart.

Jak: This is a private party, Razer.

Razer: Of course, I just came by to tell you I'm officially coming out of
       retirement, just for you Jak. Everyone's screaming for us to swap paint.
       And when it's all over, this town won't mourn your passing, they'll only
       lament how much money they lost betting on a loser.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 28 | Blitz's Father Was a Racer|
+----+---------------------------+
~Yet another TV screen new report with G.T. Blitz and Pecker

G.T. Blitz: Why are you here?  Does the network think you're the future of
            broadcast?

Pecker: Perhaps, it's all in the attitude.  The look, the way I...

~News-show style music starts and Pecker and G.T. Blitz start their show

Pecker: We're back for another exciting race folks, where survival is just as
        important as winning.  Say Blitz, isn't this the same track your father
        won his first championship on? 

G.T. Blitz: Why yes, that's true.

Pecker: People say he was quite a racer.

G.T. Blitz: He was... the best.  Until he was killed on this very track a few
            years later.  It's a cruel sport, eh?  Hmh hmh...  But enough about
            my old man, let's get back to all the racing action!

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 29 |    Pecker Has the Scoop   |
+----+---------------------------+
~Torn, Sig, Jak, and Daxter are sitting at the Naughty Ottsel bar and Pecker
comes flying in

Daxter: What do you want, Pecker?

Pecker: I came here to tell you all to watch your tail feathers.  Let's just
        say that in my position, I hear a lot of "off the record" interviews...

Jak: Start flapping you beak, Pecker.

Pecker: Okay, okay. It appears that the Racing Syndicate, run by Mizo, has been
        fixing racings for some time. You guys are the only wild card out there
        and they don't like it.

Torn: Yeah, when you're poisoned you'll do crazy things.

Sig: That's off the record, squawker. Nobody knows about the poison, and we'd
     like to keep it that way.

Pecker: Oh, of course, you can trust me.  I'll let you know when I have more
        info.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 30 |     Mizo Offers a Deal    |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and Daxter are at the center bar in the Naughty Ottsel, Rayn walks up

Rayn: I'm out there with you boys this time.

Jak: I've got it handled.  I can take Razer.

Rayn: This one's too important to leave to chance.  Don't worry about me, I can
      hold my own.

~G.T. Blitz walks in and the camera switches to the TV style camera

G.T. Blitz: Yes folks, we're live as I deliver a secret recorded message
            dropped of at our station earlier this morning.  That's right, it's
            from the mysterious crime lord Mizo himself!

Jak: Well, the rat's finally coming up from the sewers.

~Camera looks up to the screens above the table to see the silhouetted head of
Mizo.  What that means is that everything is black except the light shining
from behind Mizo, you can't see any facial details or anything.

Mizo: Greetings fellow race lovers.  Your perseverance this season has been...
      surprising.  But Krew has sent you on a fool's errand.  I'm prepared to
      forgive and forget and spare each of your lives, if you walk away now.

Jak: But we can't quit.  We have no choice.

~Blitz puts his hand over the camera lense to interrupt his show

G.T. Blitz: Are you crazy?  The world's deadliest crime lord is offering you
             a deal and you refuse?  What does Krew have on you guys?

~G.T. Blitz takes his hand off the lense and resumes his show

G.T. Blitz: This is amazing folks.

~Jak slides in front of the camera

Jak: If you're listening Mizo, your days are numbered.  We'll win, or we'll die
     trying.

~Daxter has been asleep on the bar this whole time, and now he wakes up, yawns,
and then accidentally rolls off the bar.  It’s pretty funny.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 31 |       Jak Beats Razer     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak, Daxter, and Rayn are standing next to a huge screen

Rayn: Jak, I just want to say thanks.  I...

Jak: No problem.

~G.T. Blitz walks up doing his show

G.T. Blitz: And here he is ladies and gentlemen, the man who beat the mighty
            Razer.  How does it feel to still be breathing?

Jak: I just want to win the championship, then we'll talk.

G.T. Blitz: Why so truculent with the media, Jak?  You're the next big star.
            The championship seems all but locked up.  Of course, every star
            eventually falls.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 32 |  Jak's Car Was Sabotaged  |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak and Daxter sit down in a booth in the Naughty Ottsel that G.T. Blitz is in
hunched over a mug. Kiera, Pecker, and Ashelin are standing next to the booth.

Jak: Blitz, we need to talk. 

Kiera: We analyzed Jak's car after it was sabotaged.  The explosives used...

Pecker: Were the same type as those that killed your father.

G.T. Blitz: I don't know what you're talking about.

Jak: Don't you get it?  The very same people that want us dead also killed your
     father.

G.T. Blitz: So the syndicate killed my old man.  I'm not surprised.  He was
            arrogant and cocky anyway.

Ashelin: These are very bad people.  If you know anything...

G.T. Blitz: What I know is that the ratings this season are through the roof.
            And it's only going to get better as the season comes to a close.

Jak: So that's it.  That's all you care about?

G.T. Blitz: It's all I've got.  Now, if you don't mind, I have a swarm of
            cameras waiting.

~Blitz gets up out of the booth and walks off as everyone stares at him oddly.

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 33 |     Jak's Dark Secret     |
+----+---------------------------+
~Jak, Daxter, and Rayn are at the bar in the Bloody Hook,. Ashelin and Torn are
at a nearby table.

Rayn: Thank you again Jak for your help.  We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for
      you.

Daxter: Uh Rayn, um, about your dad, Krew and all...

Jak: Rayn, there's something I need to tell you.

~G.T. Blitz walks in doing yet another report and interrupts

G.T. Blitz: Hello race fanatics, we're coming to you live with a breaking
            story.  Yours truly has recovered documents that prove Jak was the
            cause of Krew's death.

Rayn: What?

G.T. Blitz: Jak left him to die in a terrible explosion.  How heartless can you
            get?

Jak: It wasn't like that.  Rayn... I had no choice.

Daxter: I told Jak he should fess up.  I kept saying.

Rayn: You knew?  You all knew didn't you?!

G.T. Blitz: Oh ho ho, could it get any more delicious?  Well, we'll leave you
            two to work this out.  Back you Greaser and a commercial break.

~G.T. Blitz does the "cut" motion and the camera switches back to regular as
G.T. Blitz's show ends

G.T. Blitz: Sorry folks.  But, that's show business.  Huhhahahahaha...

Rayn: Who are you?

Jak: Your father wasn't such a good guy.  He killed a lot of people.

Rayn: And you think Mizo's any better?  If we lose this championship, the whole
      city will suffer!  Ughh! You wouldn't understand.  Leave me alone.  I'll
      win without you if I must.  I'm used to taking care of myself.

~Rayn walks out during the "I'm used to taking care of myself." line

+----+---------------------------+---------------------------------------------
| 34 |      Blitz Bares All      |
+----+---------------------------+
~G.T. Blitz and Pecker are in a booth at the Bloody Hook, G.T. Blitz is eating
a drumstick of meat and takes a bite out of it at the beginning of this scene

Pecker: Hey! That's fowl!

~G.T. Blitz takes another bite of his drumstick

G.T. Blitz: Well, tastes pretty good to me.  Want a bite?

Pecker: That could be my uncle, you know!

G.T. Blitz: I had an uncle once.  He kept telling my father to stop racing, to
            take care of the family instead of going to the track every day.
            Even before my father died, I was on my own. 

~Jak, Daxter, Kiera, and Sig walk up

G.T. Blitz: Jak knows what I'm talking about.  Right, Jak?

Jak: Over these past few weeks, I've found out who my friends really are.

G.T. Blitz: Oh please... The B.S. meter is really pegged now.  We'll see how
            your so called friendships hold up when Mizo breaks the news that
            he's bringing in a surprise driver for the final race!