Team Small Dog, in fancy moving pictures.

In which Gustavo earns a Standard Q, without his brain exploding.

In which we wonder, what’s wrong with Otterpop?

In which Gustavo’s brain starts to fizzle, he shizzles, the crowd let’s out a collective groan, and he gets back in the game to finish. This is the heartbreak of running Gustavo.

See Hobbes run the same course. He looks sort of tired. You will note that HE doesn’t run behind me and off camera for a minute however.