The scarecrow runs like he's spewing fastballs with each rotation of his wildly swinging arms. He looks desperate to win, only this is not a race. This is just a spontaneous jog through a field of poppies.
The Tin Man is dressed too formally for this occasion and he regrets being such a stickler for silver. With each scraping step, he wishes he had worn his blue casual business sneakers.
The cowardly lion has the best form, his tail akin to the keel of a boat.
Toto is the first one to cave to exhaustion. Dorothy follows, tumbling into the field of soporific poppies.