Synopsis

The proposition was simple: MIFT would form a bowling team for the annual Monsters, Inc. Bowl-off-a-thon, a gesture of solidarity with Mike. Yet, the reality proved unexpectedly pungent. Every member of MIFT possessed a lamentable lack of skill, a collective ineptitude that manifested in a series of disastrous rolls. It seemed the entire team was cursed with a profound inability to connect with the pins, a talent for sending balls careening off course with comical inaccuracy.