Preplay coding: interrogation!

CK was the best raccoon in the delivery biz. He'd even earned enough points by holing residents to earn a catapult function! Which he was now using to swallow up and fling every trash can, recycling can, and other similarly sized object he could find in the streets.

Oooo, look! A popcorn machine! CK paddled his hind feet in glee, stretched out on his back on a park bench with his hole-control tablet.

He could make it rain popcorn! ( That was a mistake )

Finally! Time to get some answers. ( But how do you interrogate a raccoon? )

Preplay coding! Trash King!

"Ughhhh, fiiiiine," the Trash King said, looking at the disruptions in his compound. "You'd think people with so much trash would learn how to share."

Said the guy seated in a beat up old lawn chair on top of a giant pile of refuse.

An announcement went out over the intercom, blasting through the preserve.

"Dear annoying interlopers! Please send representatives to my office RIGHT NOW! I am opening up direct access for only three people. Anyone else tries to come in, they get HOLED."

When they arrived, the representatives would find a long dark hallway, lined with tempting donuts on the floor and lit alcoves containing key items that had fallen down the holes through the week. There was an a fire extinguisher from the fire station. A pin from Fast Eddie's. An empty cup from Chilly Boulder. Other assorted bits and bobs that most people would not think of as worth all that much, treated like fine art.

At the end of the hall was a room, equally as dark as the hall. The Trash King's towering throne was a vague outline in the darkness, the Trash King himself a menacing (or, well, attempted-menacing) figure standing on top.

The smell in here was probably . . . a lot.

( Into the lair of the Trash King )