Somehow it all comes together, pretty in its imperfection. Rhino rumbles forth and deflects it skyward and Wheels as always is exactly where he should be, quick to stepping, hurling himself through the air and making hard contact as Mouse scurries for cover. Kobayashi's on the receiving end with Sarge shouting orders from afar. She cuts it clean down the line. Punkin with the mean crossover to Purple Jesus and you know he's giving it up. He taps out some fancy footwork and finds our man Enis the Menace, loping with a gazelle's long gait through heavy traffic, trailing the prize as if tied by a string, followed by a pack of howling dogs. It's a beautiful disaster that never seems to happen. He always slips through the slavering snarling jowls to emerge unscathed. By the time he gets to the guardian he's ten feet tall. But if there's punishment to be meted out, I have not seen the heavy hand fall yet. Just a casual tap, smooth as butter, perfectly placed, and he's falling back without a second glance, like Jordan on the jumper. The spotlight that falls upon him is reflected off onto us all, a light for real that won't fade away.