"Hold it steady." You guide Isha backwards as she aims at the painted monkey on the wooden board, cocking the pistol and holding her hands. "You think you got this?" Isha gives a little grunt in response, pushing up her helmet and holding the gun with both hands. "Alright."

You step all the way back, crossing your arms. "Whenever you're ready, little rascal." Right after you finish talking, there's a loud bang, and you see pink paint splatter right in the middle of the monkey's chest. Isha squeals, running in circles and jumping around. So stinkin' cute.

"You did it! Good job!" You cheer, holding your hand out for a hi-five. She returns it, gives you a gap-toothed grin, and cocks the gun again, aiming it at the now paint-splattered monkey.