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Currently Holding: A bird cage!, A box full mason jars full of craft supplies, A kitten!!!! A globe

The craft supplies really made trying to hold the globe awkward. He tried to sort of... hook it on the box, using the mason jars to try to hold it down so it didn't go flying.

It wasn't going to stay like that for long ugh.

The kitten chopped on his fingers and he grinned and bared it because like hell he was gunna fail here!

The Sensation

As he waited for his proposals to come rolling in, he ran with his new pets. He was ignoring his sister saying he should probably give that dog back for now (was it even someone's dog or was it just a friendly stray that kept trying to lick his armpit?). He had to get just one more item, just one more, he had to carry just one last thing to the finish line--

Ah!

A sandwich!!

He leaned down, ignoring the fact that the snake moved positions to rest on the dog before going up his arm, and snatched up the marbled meat sandwich with his teeth. Tasty!

As he raced to the finish line, he forced himself not to chomp down -- was a damn cat joining the race?!

Bodies has begun to fall! Cats started to dominate the field! The Heartbreaker had gotten even more fashionable! NO! NOT ON THE DON'S WATCH! Torn between scooping up a dozen cats for this next pick-up or grabbing a whole mannequin like that punk dog Cerberus, the choice was taken out of Don Diablos's hand and placed on his head instead.

The brim of his new, massive beach hat flopped dramatically around the ex-wrestler, and between it and the head of the unicorn pool ring, he was now running more through instinct than sight.

Snakes — the box was full of snakes.

Well……….. F U C K……

The box Cerberus was handed by the courteous trash management team (and by ‘handed’ he meant balanced atop the dog ears on his head) while labeled CD’s — was full of anything but. It was in fact full of snakes. Wriggly, writhing, mixed all together and very much sleepily alive!! Something about it being cold and them likely not enjoying being woken by his attempts at running very carefully so as not to overbalance the thing.

There was no way to do that though. The snakes awoke. The box came down, and it made sense that it was apparently where they’d all been coming from!!!!

Everything in Cerberus hands went flying, and he suddenly lay sprawled; very, very still and sprawled —- he was now one with the dirt — more obstacle than man. Certainly he wasn’t the manliest man anymore!! Now that he’d been smothered by reptiles in his attempts to triumph over the competition…

If only some brave snake charmer would come and save him—- Albite’s wishes intensified as something started biting him!!!!!!!

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!”

And then the squeezing started, and Albite whineeeeddddd — the biting was more than likely the bits of broken from Spartans dropped boxes digging in uncomfortably than anything else — the baby boas though?! Puppy sneks finding a nice warm Himbo of Bork to curl up around and nap upon — because no snake liked snow!

Shikora & Nemyi Mjoli

"Did our brother just lose because of the dog he had to carry?"

"Yeah, think so." Nemyi's eyes briefly darted back toward Zotsholo, who was definitely throwing a bit of a fit. His main goal was to defeat Don Diablos, and somehow a dog was the fault of his loss, of all things. They heard the whole thing before Zotsholo even started talking, knew where it was going before it went-- "Kinda sucks for him, but not like much can be done about it."

Shikora watched as Nemyi's eyes wandered off again, first onto the successful project of getting the lightstick they held to be a different color, and then onto other faces in the crowd. Her brow quirked up as she noticed they seemed particularly interested in a large familial gaggle. "Why are you staring at them?"

"Because one of them is staring at our brother. Maybe that can be a distraction from the loss."

"Oh my god--"

"Or the cat can be. Think Mr. Sparkles stands a chance?"

Shikora shook her head out of the concept of setting her brother up--ew, she loved her brother but she'd also feel bad for whoever the recipient was of that, nothing personal bro--and glanced instead at the large waddling cat with a plastic tree on his back. Huh. "I mean, he might win on cuteness alone?" She was used to that being how these things worked when it came to animals in competitions at large. Of course, she had never met a... strongman cat. A strongcat?

A lot of things were happening and she was impressed with her sibling for somehow keeping an eye on all of them. For her part, Shikora opted to just keep her eyes on the cat for the moment, and let her brother sulk over to them when he was ready--

Oh. It wasn’t over. They weren’t switching to anything else.

She had to keep coexisting with this dumb slimy sandwich.

It was okay though, because watching Albite fall to the ground in a pile of literal snakes? Yeah, that was just the inspiration she needed to keep it up. She’d beaten her main competitor, now she just needed to see what else she could do-

Another muscle dude was out, but Don Diablos himself and the random cat that had showed up both remained.

Wolfmistress too, she guessed, but the two of them almost felt like a team.

She ran back to the line, hoisting her chair even higher. It was definitely getting harder because she was having to dodge a bunch of literal snakes and also a very scared dog, but she got there! She was handed a bag of afghans, but she whispered something to the volunteers and they dug out a hot pink blanket and tied it around her neck.

Oh yeah! She had a cape now!