The race began.
"Finally!" Chuck zipped by in a blur of yellow lightning. "My handling stat was a joke! Now I can take the hairpin at the Churn without flying into the cheese volcano!" angry birds go 1.5.2
The Blues—three tiny birds in one oversized soapbox derby car—squeaked with joy. "Our slipstream boost got a cooldown reduction! We can draft forever!" The race began
King Pig stared at his empty kart. Then, he pulled out a tiny white flag. angry birds go 1.5.2
As the podium rose, King Pig didn't get a trophy. Instead, a new notification appeared on every racer's screen: