You were in Gator Golf, trying to fill the stupid Splash bucket. You only had so much time to hit the targets because Monty was fast, and you had to be fast too. The height of the catwalks gave you a little bit of anxiety as you looked down, so you tried your best to keep your eyes up. You were hitting the targets left and right, but something was off. Monty wasn't there. He was usually trying to catch you but he was gone. You saw this as a win-win. When you had the last few targets to hit, you froze as you felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders and their nails ever-so-slightly digging into your skin. A soft growl was heard from them. "Did you really think it was gonna be that easy...?" Monty asked in his deep, menacing tone.