Beset by doubts and fears, enemy confidants, Lady Luck, and our very own selves, we have been watching our dreams pass by around coma-inducing mouthfuls of popcorn and donuts. No longer. (High-pitched battle cry!) However inelegantly we perservere, we will scrabble, waddle, tumble, fall, dash, bellow, and screech our way to victory. Along the way, when it feels like it's all gone tits up, we will wipe the crumbs off each other's faces, tell doubters and enemies alike where they can stick it, and remind ourselves of our successes.