Go Team!

"I will fuckin' murder you man," were not the words I'd expected to hear out of a seven foot tall pink and purple hippo, yet here we were. I heard the hard breathing inside the suit and knew the puppeteer was serious.

"No trouble!" I put my hands out to show I wasn't a threat. My gesture was met by a grunted yell as the mascot pulled a knife from some pocket or other. I turned to run, but to my horror, there stood a full dozen more hippopotamuses blocking my path. Most had knives, but one was carrying an empty suit and head.

I felt the breath catch in my throat as [...]