Ah, the long overdue explanation of Qui-Gon's plan.
This was a particularly tricky strip to lay out, given all the text that needed to be squeezed in there.
Jar Jar: Thissa so scary!
Qui-Gon: It's okay, I tipped the odds in our favour.
Qui-Gon: I sold my blasters to some guys for the betting money before the race, and they agreed to shoot at the other racers.
R2-D2: You got the whole 22,375 credits? That's a pretty good deal.
Qui-Gon: Well... I also told them I knew about a Cheddar monk they could hand in for the bounty.
Qui-Gon: They're coming around afterwards so I can lead them to him. But we'll be gone by then, right?
R2-D2: Let's just recap here.
R2-D2: We've given away our only means of transportation to someone to throw a race in which, at our insistence, he is no longer competing.
R2-D2: We've bet all our money on a nine-year-old driver who has never raced before, in a vehicle he built in his backyard—
Jar Jar: Whatsa never been driven before!
R2-D2: We've sold all of our decent weapons to raise the money for the aforesaid bet.
R2-D2: And if by some bizarre unforeseen chance we don't win...
R2-D2: ...you've agreed to hand the Queen of a planet we're meant to be helping over to a sadistic slave-owner—
Jar Jar: And Shmi will comesa after us, muy angry!
R2-D2: That too. Thank you Sally.
R2-D2: And a group of mercenaries, armed by you, Jim, will expect you to help them capture... you.
Qui-Gon: That's about right.
R2-D2: This campaign is awesome.