Monty "Mongoose" had stayed as far away from the wedding as he could, sure that the horrible conspiracies The Management had up its sleeve would all come to a head at that crucial moment. In truth, all that had gone wrong amounted to a tiny delay in the ceremony, some cuts and bruises, and some smudged body paint. But the ceremony had birthed rumors of forest sprites lurking in the woods, and word inevitably traveled to Monty.
"Forest sprites?!" Monty spat at the bearer of the news, a hyperactive but ultimately unimportant squirrel named Archie. "Those sheep told you there were forest sprites at the wedding, and you believed them?! This is worse than I thought! They must've put hallucinogens in the wedding cake."
"There weren't any sheep at the wedding..." Archie started, but Monty was already gone. He had scampered off toward the main building.
Nobody had explained to Monty that there was no cake. It didn't matter--when his cake theory was ultimately disproved, he would just hatch another, more hare-brained than the last. Nobody explained to Archie that Monty didn't mean literal sheep, but Archie just dismissed it as more garbage from a fractured mind. Most of the park guests dismissed everything that Monty said as nonsense anyway.
"It's all going down tonight," Monty said to nobody as he ran through the woods, "at the reception. I've gotta stop it. I'm the only one who can. I'm the only sane one in this whole park."