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There he is! What are you doing?

Where are you taking me?

Adolf Hitler.

I had a feeling you were behind all this. Of course you did, Chemist M.

You are the smartest man in the world. Yes, I am.

But whatever you want from me, forget it.

I'll never help you. Don't help me.

Help her!

Isabella, no!

Now, Chemist Bell, you are going to build me an evil army. An evil,

unstoppable army. An evil, unstoppable army of zombies

on Zombie Island in Spain!

One day.

The scene of the fire. The cop found the perfect act.

That was the day he became a cop.

I need a partner now.

So he had tryouts and hired a partner. My name is Fleet Gunner. We have a gang

of evil dinosaurs to kill. I will chop your heads off!

I understand we returned it late, but can you just wait till late for you this

time? I'm not saying it's your fault, man. I'm not raising my voice. I'm

to talk over you because you won't stop talking.

Axe Cop, can you get that?

I'm on the phone with the Dinosaur Horn store.

Axe Cop, what are you doing? I'm imagining myself with different hair and

mustache styles.

I'll have to call you back.

Oh, hi.

Can I help you? Are you the one they call Axe Cop?

No, I am. What's wrong with your voice?

Nothing. Everyone from London, England has to talk like this. My name is

Isabella M. My father was... Chemist M, the smartest man in the world. He was

kidnapped by Nazis and no one, not even me, knows where they took him. It's a

mystery. Was a mystery. I recently uncovered these lost Nazi files.

They contain my father's exact location. Your father is on Zombie Island in

space? And even if there is only the slightest chance he's still alive, I

to know for sure.

Axe cop.

Will you help me? Only if you tell me how you think I'd look with a mohawk and

handlebar mustache.

Honestly, I think you'd look better with crazy pizza hair and a super curly

beard and mustache with a robot ghost inside.

That is correct.

Wex, turn!

Let's go.

How much longer?

Ten minutes.

Fifteen at the most.

Wrong. We're here.

What was that?

Thank you.

I'm married.

What the heck?

A jetpack wearing zombie?

I'll chop your head off!

Killing zombies.

Something's weird.

Zombies always fight me till I chop off their heads.

Come back here, zombies!

We're not safe here.

Let's hide in that dark cave.

Oh, my goodness. It's Father's Laboratory.

This is Father's Laboratory. It's just like the laboratory he had back at home.

Look at this.

Now, I'm no videologist.

But maybe this VHS tape can tell us what happened to your father. Oh, ripping.

Daddy.

That's my daddy on the telly. Which is what we call a television in London,

England. It's day 28.

Even though Adolf Hitler sent me here from London, England to create an evil

zombie army, I have been working on a cure. A secret potion that will turn

zombies good. My secret potion is almost complete. All it needs is a bit of

cinnamon. Oh, bloody heck.

No! No!

No! No!

My brilliant brain!

No!

Oh, Daddy! Oh, God!

Zombies are too stupid to build a giant 300 -foot zombie robot on their own. A

bad guy must be controlling them. A really smart bad guy.

Attention, zombies.

Thanks to you, my zombie robot is finally ready for launch.

Axe Cop, come in.

What? We have good news and bad news. The good news, Chemist Sam was working

a potion to turn zombies into good guys. The bad news... Let me guess. No, let

me just tell you. The bad news is his brain was eaten by a zombie before he

finished it. Well, yeah.

How did you know? Because the zombie who ate the world's smartest brain took the

world's smartest poop.

That's impossible!

Zombies don't poop. Tell that to Mr.

Doodoo. That's Dr.

Doodoo to you, axe cop.

I've come too far to have you stop me from completing my plan, which is to go

London, England, marry the queen, and use her scepter to take over the world.

Zombies!

Dr. Doodoo is flying to London, England. London, England?

But why?

Because that's where poop gets its power.

Let's go. No.

I'm staying. Your father's brain was eaten. He's a zombie now. There's

more you can do.

Yes, there is. I can finish my father's work.

I can create a potion that will turn zombies good.

Then I can find my zombie father, let him eat my brain so I can turn into a

zombie too, and then I will pour the potion onto both of us and turn us both

into good zombies. That's a gross plan.

Isabella, are you sure? I've been without my father my whole life, and

the only way I can be reunited with him.

Now, go to London, England, where I am from, and save the world.

Seriously, I'm married.

How dare you, zombie robot?

I am the Queen of London, England.

And I am Dr.

Doodoo, your new husband.

Do you, the Queen of London, England, take this man to be your husband?

I do.

Do you, Dr. Doodoo, take this woman to be your wife?

Yes, yes. Come on, hurry this along. I now pronounce you King and Queen of

London, England.

Queen. You may give him your scepter.

And now, to complete my plan.

Husband, what are you doing? I am making everyone in the world poop their pants.

That's ridiculous.

Shh.

Oh, no!

Everyone in the world has pooped themselves to death!

This is only the beginning.

That's Isabella and her father. They're good zombies.

I can tell by their smile.

They're coming to help us.

Her gross plan worked.

We need to go kill Dr. Doodoo. To the queen!

this moment my entire life.

Today, I, Dr. Doodoo, will make the Great Axe Cop

poop his butt to death!

What the bloody heck?

Why aren't you pooping? My body is 100 % efficient and uses everything I eat.

What? I don't poop.

You let your own dinosaur light you on fire.

I am not concerned with fire. It just turns me into... XCOM FIRE!

I hope you like

being dead, Dr. Doodoo.

We're switching boots.

Axe Cop has saved London, England, where we all live.

Wow. To show my royal appreciation, I grant Axe Cop

one new wish. I wish for all poop to go into space and for no one to poop

ever again.

Unnecessary. I enjoy a good poop.