"Try not to knock me off with a wing," Lambert suggests, dryly. He positions himself sidesaddle on the back, one hand going behind him to securely hold onto the decorative but functional handlebars Creation has seen fit to grant his bike, but he won't grab onto Rita himself.

"Let's go." And with that, Pig starts to head off, her only concession to the awkward arrangement on her back the fact that she goes a little slowly. Either way, the other two riders are probably going to have to hold on tight.

"Which way?" Lambert yells, over the rushing wind and magically powered engine.