Howard's a fast runner, even faster when he's not laden down, and so he's a good twenty yards ahead of Molly when Shawn starts shouting. He doesn't think, doesn't consider the fact that he's already decided he doesn't like Shaun, doesn't even blink; he only reacts. He looks up, sees the danger, and throws himself to the side.

It's just barely out of harm's way. A few pieces of roller coaster shrapnel and dust cover him as he rolls back to his feet. A splinter that went zipping past left a shallow gash under his eye, and it starts to bleed. His palms and wrists are skinned from the ground.

"Hat Girl!" he yells, although he doesn't stay to see if she made it out. Instead he has to stay focused, and that means baseball-sliding under the sleigh and hoping she follows him with their supplies.