Thirty-seven straight losses. A coach who slipped on a banana peel. A team of animals who haven't won a game since anybody can remember. And a stadium so empty that the only thing louder than the silence is the world's most boring announcer. When the moon drops Marisol onto Isla Brasa — a volcanic island that smells like roasted peppers and heartbreak — her assignment is two words long: SAVE THE SEASON. She was expecting something involving magic. Or kingdoms. Or at the very least, people. Instead she gets the Chile Chiflados. A capuchin monkey at shortstop who can't stop bouncing. An alligator catcher with twenty years of professional disappointment. A sea turtle pitcher who throws like he's apologizing. A goat in left field who eats the lineup card. And one human who doesn't play but makes incredible tacos. Marisol doesn't know baseball. She can't stay awake during games. And the championship is coming whether she's ready or not. With the help of a cat detective, a taco chef, an old woman who remembers the songs, and an island that's forgotten how to believe — Marisol has thirty days to turn the worst losing streak in history into something worth cheering for. If she can stay awake long enough to see it.