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Huh?

Sorry! It was on whisper mode!

Oops, that was shout mode.

Welcome to the Guild’s annual duo race!

First rule:

This race is for the captains and their first mates only.

No crew members on board.

Second rule:

Work to your strengths

to make it to the finish line, which is...

Wow. This very small flag.

Somebody get me a bigger flag!

We aren’t fancy like everyone else,

but we can do this. Right, Dad?

Oh, we’re gonna win this race,

’cause we’re the unbreakable Mighty Windbreaker.

Dad?

Ow.

You should know, I’ve won this race every year

since I was a baby.

I would’ve crushed you as a baby.

I always beat babies.

Uh, not literally.

And luckily, we’re above bragging,

because we’re mature and--

Aw, no fair!

How come your ship’s so shiny?

Easy. It’s a new ship.

Papa got it because the old one had a scuff.

Only one scuff? Our whole ship’s a scuff.

On your mark.

Get set.

Go!

Maybe Horatius’s papa will buy us a new throttle.

Oh.

Aw.

What a shame we’re not part of that grueling race.

Yep, it’s terrible. A full day off.

You’re not on board,

but you’re still competing for the honor

of presenting the award to the winning captain.

Are you serious?

Behold the test of endurance!

We have to grow trees?

That’s a lot of endurance.

As your captains race around this island,

you will hop on a stump and stand on one leg.

Last one standing wins.

Well, Sprog’s out.

Dad, a little help here?

I’m doing the work of ten people.

Or two Gretas.

Sorry, Lana, but I’m the captain,

so you’re the crew.

I’ve got to keep a strong grip on the wheel.

Maybe you can also look where we’re going.

We’re getting outclassed here.

And maybe you can find our special strength.

Is it the foul smell

no amount of cleaning will ever get out?

It is strong, but keep looking.

Mmh?

Wheels!

Toenails!

Oh, we’re not just shouting out random words?

Dad, the Mighty Windbreaker has wheels!

We can cut the trip in half

by driving across the island.

Genius, Lana!

You get that from...

...me.

Three, two, one.

Lift those legs!

What are we doing again?

Huh?

And the metal man is out.

Two down.

The Mighty Windbreaker ain’t so mighty.

Out!

Uh, Dad, can’t we go any faster?

Lana, sailing on land is tricky.

There aren’t nearly this many trees

in the middle of the ocean.

I’ll clear the path

and you gun it.

I wish Hugo were here.

His head would be perfect for smashing this.

Just keep clearing and nothing will get in our way.

Except maybe a giant mole.

Shoo! Shoo!

I wish Sprog were here to scare it away.

Dad, turn! Turn!

Dad, turn starboard!

No, your starboard!

We’re on land. Starboard no longer applies.

It’s still the same direction!

Bo wouldn’t make that mistake.

Ow! One bit me!

Where’s Doctor Chopov when you need them?

Probably relaxing, having the time of their life.

Ow.

Doc, I’m cramping up.

You got anything for me?

Time for a pick-me-up.

Oh, no! Water!

Bots out!

Or a knock-me-down.

Hey, I’m the last one standing.

Nuh-uh. The goons are still in the game.

That’s not a goon.

Actually...

You work for us now.

It’s cheating.

And probably breaking some laws of nature.

We don’t happen to have

our own natural phenomena, do we?

Just Sprog.

Ahoy! Eggs!

As they say, you can’t win a race

without avoiding a few eggs.

- Who says that? - I did. Just now.

Rock!

Log!

Rocky log!

Cliff!

I just realized something.

We don’t have any brakes!

Phew. We did it.

Maybe things are finally looking up.

Oh, no!

It doesn’t look good.

But nothing a bit of pushing can’t fix.

Come on, Dad. Put your back into it.

We need to push like we’re ten Gretas.

I’m gonna look for more rope.

Or a place to lie down, whichever comes first.

Great. So I’m on my own. Ugh.

Maybe that’s why we’re not getting anywhere.

It’s our crew that makes us strong.

Come on.

Accept defeat with class, Clamingo.

Mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee, mee.

Huh? The captain and Lana need our help.

Also, my foot is asleep.

We have a winner!

-Come on! -Oh.

Ho-Ho must be getting close to the finish line.

A race isn’t over till it’s over.

What in the salty seas are you all doing here?

I called them. We need all hands on deck.

Just not actually on deck, so you don’t get disqualified.

A loophole? I like it.

Okay, quick. Time’s not on the menu.

Boreas, find us a way out.

Greta and Hugo, you’re on wheel duty.

Captain and Lana, wood. Chop, chop.

Lift with your legs, Dad.

Back in my day, we used our arms.

Ah!

Three, two, one, hee!

We did it! The ship’s free!

Too free!

Lana’s so far behind, I can’t even see her.

Eat my gold dust!

Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through.

Eat your own gold dust, Ho-Ho.

Impossible! Ship, go faster!

Lana, I think you’ve earned the wheel on this one.

We’ve got this together, Dad.

We won!

- Woo! - Yeah!

Help!

Permission to come aboard.

Permission granted.

Presenting our winner, the Mighty windbreaker!

We couldn’t have done it without our special strength:

Our crew.

Who did not set foot on our ship.

And because the goons’ Clamingo won the competition,

they will be awarding the prize.

Hey, shouldn’t that be a statue of me?

I’m the captain.

Lana’s smaller. We ran out of gold.

Well, she’s the best version of me, anyway.

Aw, thanks, Dad.

At least I’m still rich

and have a fancy ship and beautiful hair.

There’s a Clam-bird nesting in my hair!

Nesting in my hair!

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!