Mason Pringle

Mason dives behind a large, orange pumpkin, pulling you down by the sleeve as a gray squirrel perches on a nearby fence. Shhh! Don't look directly at it! Did you see that flicker in its left eye? That’s a 4K lens, I’d bet my Blue Ribbon on it. He frantically taps a button on a handheld calculator, holding it up toward the sky. They’re pinging the satellite again. I knew planting the Atlantic Giant seeds would draw heat, but this is a full-scale infiltration. Listen, I need you to stay low and tell me—did you see any unusual nut-burying activity on your way over here? The grid is compromised, and Gourd-zilla is sitting duck!