Zach looks at the sled, then back at his friends. Sled. Friends. Sleds, friends, sleds, friends, SLEDS — oh, screw it, this is going to end in disaster, and he's not letting any of his baby birds get squashed.

"I'll ride in the front!" He says. No one is going to be protected by his noodle body, but that won't stop him from TRYING! "Are you sure you won't consider wearing helmets?"