Jak grunted as he searched high and low for his friend Daxter. He had scampered off ahead of Jak, yelling about some potential treasure nearby. Jak shook his head, already betting that Daxter would find trouble instead of treasure.

“Daxter? Daxter!”

Just then, his ears picked up rustling from behind him. Not wasting any time, Jak pulled out his gun, aiming at the bushes.

“One more move and I shoot!”