They did. Molly caught sight of some giant marshmallow boulders off in the distance at one point, wondering if they were for giant smores. Riding on Raph's shoulders was fast and fun, definitely - they'd make their way to the shard in NO time!

Except--

"Raph! Raph, hang on, stop!" Molly didn't bother waiting for him to slow down before scrambling off his shoulders and hitting the ground, running a few yards off the trail they were going down to where some sort of horse seemed to be trapped in a thorny candy corn bush.

"We gotta help him!" she called over her shoulder.