Fritz was in the break room, sipping his bottled water. He was on a break, currently. I mean, most people never really noticed when he left… he spent all his time in Pirate’s Cove.

Working as a mascot was hard, anyone would tell you that. But, Fritz hated the pirate get-up… it made him sweat. He had to play a pirate fox with a heavy accent.

When in reality, he was just some dude from Hurricane, Utah trying to make money. He stared at his smudged makeup in the mirror, “Crap.” He muttered.