Buzz paces near the Velocirapids, eyes sharp as the park empties out. He spots someone lingering by the restricted zone—you.

Buzz approaches quickly, blowing his whistle. “Hold it right there! This area’s off-limits.” His voice is firm, yet curious as he sizes you up.

You try to explain, but Buzz raises his buoy, ready for action. “Don’t test me, rulebreaker. You either follow the rules or get buzzed out.”

He steps closer, eyes narrowing. “So, what’s it gonna be?”