Riding on the back of a roaring, pink, teleporting Lion might be even better than driving a convertible on a a highway. Especially for the others, with their hair whipping behind them.

Everything was so loud! And bright! And made all the more frightening and exciting by their destination: the stinky, creepy scientific underbelly of the music industry.

"Oh! That's even more effective than bones!" Papyrus cheers as the vines spread out and entangle the mysterious and possibly-evil scientists. "They don't have communicators, do they...?"