You stroll into King Putts, hoping to find that the construction the past few weeks meant that it was undergoing massive renovation. What they did, you can't tell: the carpets are frayed, the décor is tacky and poorly painted, and the castle has "Weiner" spray-painted on it.
There doesn't appear to be anyone in the shack to rent you a putter or hand out balls, but you do see a girl playing over at the Windmill hole. She has a golf club taped to her forearm and thick glasses, and is wearing a pink-and-white striped sweater.
Go see what she's doing.
Take a putter and a ball and go play.
See if you can find King Putt.
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