Skywriter

Tuxedoed high-fives, home at dawn, singing with the birds...

The roads of the metro Boston cluster were our collective typewriter,
upon which we exclamatorily pronounced: "SCUL RULeZ!"

SCUL, riding the length of a marathon, mechaniganically clackety-
banging the poetry of Funk, may have smashed the light-years traveled
on a regular mission record... we'll have to check with Wombat, our
intrepid navigator & professor of trivia... (a quick check of the
past missions listing reveals this not to be the case, though we
might still win for happiness integrated over time!)

13 Lucky Pilots, still smiling at dawn with the morning birds,
encountered along the way some new pals from Eastie on trick BMX
machines, tuxedoed high-fivers, mechanicals, Big Boy, mansions &
dirty gutter alleys, crowds with cameras & boogie moves, bunnies,
bunny-chop-hops (good thing MadRabbit was with us), and just about
as many cups as the day after Mardi Gras in Pittsburgh.

Ichirinsya heroically unicycled the entire distance on Wakizashi!

Deathtrap finally KNIGHTED!