"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about!" Jake cheered, stretching a hand to affectionately muss up Finn's hat. It briefly covers his eyes, allowing Jake a moment of wordless pleading in Jermaine's direction. He jerks a shoulder towards the sign, eyes purposeful.

"Finn's right Jermaine, we gotta do it official-like!" Jake's tone was needling and obnoxious, a far cry from the desperate plea he'd just worn across his face. He was good at that, Jermaine found himself musing on bitterly as he began climbing up the rusty chain link.

"Alright, I'm going..." Jermaine kept climbing, muttering to himself about the universes bias against him and his small, unstretchy body. He taps the sign, wincing at the immediate cheer from Jake. Still, despite the show of annoyance, Jermaine's tail starts to wag. Just a bit.

"Yeah, yeah, my body is a poem. Now get me down from here."

With a quick double loop of Jake's arms, he's lowered to the ground. Just before being unwrapped, Jermaine feels a soft squeeze on his shoulder -- grateful and under the radar. Jake really was worried, wasn't he?

"Next up's the race to the ocean!" Jake announces, full of competitive bombast. "You two ready?"

Squaring up for a run, Jermaine rolls his eyes. He nudges Finn, adopting a loud stage whisper: "We can't let him win or he'll be like this all day."

"Be like what? Awesome??" Jake taunts, limbering up with a few cartoonishly exaggerated stretches. "Count us off, Finny!"

Jermaine nudges Finn again, this time silently mouthing: You run, I'll grab his legs.