"Aw, that's cute. I almost don't want to kick your ass, y'little scamp," Yamato says, ruffling Cisco's hair roughly. "But I'm still going to. C'mon."

He starts heading towards a pastel building that he's pretty sure is a garage.

Monzaemon, meanwhile, stretches out a paw for Barry.


There are still a few cars left in the garage, most of them garishly painted. They're visibly plastic, and the controls seem simplified, closer to a go-kart than an actual car.

Yamato immediately gravitates towards one with an ice theme, hopping into the driver's seat.