Amazing Final Fantasy Race
Rejected Audition Tapes

Cid and Mid worked in their underground airship lab and took a break to pause for their audition.

MID: Hi. I'm Mid. This is my granddad, Cid.

CID: Hi.

MID: We're smart and applying for this race. We think we have what it takes. We're smart.

CID: Well, sort of smart. . . .

MID: Hey! We're really smart! Do I gotta hit you until you remember?

Mid starts punching Cid playfully.

CID: Knock that off! Okay, yes, we're smart! But what else is there? Unless there are several airship building contests, what are we to do?

MID: Don't forget activation of teleportational space rocks! We're smart. Not just airship-smart, but all smart. Do I gotta hit you until you remember?

Mid starts punching Cid playfully.

CID: Knock that off! Okay, yes, we're smart. Smart at everything, or something. But we have no physical abilities. We're worthless.

MID: We're not worthless! Remember when we rode on those chocobos? We're tough! Do I gotta hit you until you remember?

Mid starts punching Cid playfully.

CID: Knock that off! Okay, we're tough. Wait, actually, how does that make us tough? We rode a chocobo?

MID: A single chocobo. Together. Without falling off. We're tough.

CID: Whatever. Just don't hit me. Still, I don't think there will be a challenge of "ride a chocobo together."

MID: It was a black chocobo. It flew. We're tough.

CID: Umm, okay. So how would we win anyway? We'd never catch up to the fast teams.

MID: We're fast. Do I gotta hit you until you remember?

Mid starts punching Cid playfully.

CID: Knock that off! Okay, we're--

MID: We're not fast.

CID: Pardon?

MID: We're not fast. Or tough. Just smart.

CID: Then why--

MID: We're cheaters.

CID: How are we cheaters?

MID: Do I gotta--

CID: No, just tell me!

MID: We're gonna cheat. We'll build an airship while we're on the race and use it constantly. It'll be big enough to fit a car or a chocobo or anything they want. We're ride in the car like the clue says, but we'll also be in an airship that goes a lot faster! We're cheaters.

CID: I won't cheat.

MID: Do I gotta--

CID: No-dangit-stop-hitting-me!

Cid winds up and punches Mid in the face. He fell backwards unconscious.

CID: ...We're on camera. Crap!