Howard's never had much of a problem with motion sickness, but the sleigh does give him a few flashbacks to the one day with his cousins and the teacups at Disneyland that put him off blue slushies forever. He grips the seatbelt with both hands until his knuckles turn white, putting all his energy into not letting how completely uncool he is with this show on his face.

But he's really uncool with it.

"And you won't let me drive!" he spits.