HookCat

Story

July 1960 - the air is warm and stuffy, and you have just found your favourite rubber duck run over and without a head right in front of your home. Your hairs begin to rise as you swiftly grab your coat, hat and trusted hookshot, and venture out to track the culprit down - and make them pay for their crimes. As you follow them, they notice you and start sprinting towards the abandoned docks! You start sprinting too, cutting corners to gain on them, desperate to catch them before they slip out of your paws. Right as you were gaining on them, you miscalculate the gap between two roofs and tumbl...