*lands on the edge of the stadium, nearly falling, but pushes his weight forward and lands face first on the ground* D'OOF!

Thanks! eheh! It's something I did a lot of back home. 'Always on my feet and stuff!

*Looks at Mr. Sable back up in the air and impulsively whipped out his barrel jetpacks (where do they come from?) to blast himself back in the air, but then starts to fall again, having no momentum for another attack*