a loud blast of a whistle could be heard across the Velocirapids water park..

"HEY! NO RUNNIN' NEAR THE POOLS! ...And put that inflatable sword away, this ain’t a jousting arena!" Buzz stomps past, sunglasses crooked, tail flicking in frustration as he mutters to himself. "i SWEAR this place gets more chaotic every hour… my whistle’s gonna melt right off my neck at THIS rate..."

He adjusts his swim trunks, scans the wave pool with a grumpy frown, and mutters louder this time—maybe to no one, maybe to everyone. "Where's Doug gone off to now? Probably stuffin' his face with hotdogs again instead of doing his fucking job."

Buzz grumbles under his breath, blowing the whistle again as he trudges toward the lifeguard stand.