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One day, the scene of the fire, the cop found the perfect act.
That was the day he became X -Cop.
I need a partner now.
So he had trials and hired a partner. My name is Fleet Cop. We have a hurling
missile to stop.
I will chop your heads off.
You know, there's something about the fourth day in July of every year. Yeah,
you know it. My favorite part is hanging out with all my best friends, am I
right? Wrong. My favorite part is the fireworks.
Wrong again.
Everyone, gather round.
I'm going to tell you what the fourth of July is all about.
This is a story about my great, great, great, great, great, great, great
grandfather. And his name was Book Cop.
Our little baby book cop sure does love books.
We named him appropriately.
By the order of the King of England, hand over the book. Which book?
The Secret Attack Almanac. That book doesn't exist.
It's just a myth.
All right, we do this the hard way.
The book for the baby.
I'll take to your grave!
Protect the book, baby! Look out!
Protect the book!
Meanwhile, in London, England... Your Majesty, it would seem our men weren't
able to retrieve da book.
So how do you prefer to die, acid or sharks?
I don't know.
They both seem terrible.
Then acid sharks it is.
Thank you, God, for making sharks so evil.
You! Get me that book.
The Secret Attack Almanac shall be mine, even if I have to wait for hundreds of
years. Hundreds of years passed.
Book Cop studied and mastered the Secret Attack Almanac. It gave young Book Cop
great power.
Everything he needed to survive on his own.
Things like rebuilding your house powers and food -getting powers.
But he had no one to share it with.
Until... What do you think you're doing, m 'lady?
Girls don't read books. Yeah, except cookbooks.
And laundry books.
Who are you? I'm Book Cop.
And books are for everyone, even girls, even people on the dumb list like girls.
Ha! You missed!
No, I didn't.
Boomerang book, Secret Attack.
You're welcome.
What's your name? She was a pretty girl who could not speak.
No one knew her name, not even me.
It's a mystery.
We're getting married. Will you marry me? Do you understand?
I know you understand.
I love you, too.
The British are coming! The British are coming!
Book Cop, my name's Stockerang.
And look this way. It's me, Five Cop.
We're on the way to fight the British Army, but we need your help. We call
ourselves the Minutemen. There's only one problem.
I'm a right now man.
You know, we're ready to go right now as well. We called ourselves the men.
Would you care to join us is really the bottom line.
I'm going to kill the British Army. America needs me to win the war. I'm
off to war.
Do you understand?
I know you understand.
Bye -bye.
Revolution is upon us! What's your strategy, Book Cop?
Quickly! A secret attack.
Stand back.
Book Cop put his two fingers into the earth and lifted up the entire ground.
And then squish all the bad guys with it. The cop did it! U .S .A.!
U .S .A.! U .S .A.! The war is over. I'll see you guys later. Tell my wife I
didn't make it. But the war was far from over.
Two arms! The lobsterbacks are upon us like the pox!
Look!
A bald eagle.
It's surely a sign.
Victory will be ours!
What are you doing, Book Cop? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Book Cop, no! The majestic blood from the bald eagle rained down on Fife
Cop, transforming him into Fife Eagle Cop. Fly!
He could fly.
I'm flying!
I'm doing it, Book Cop! I'm winning the war!
Five Eagle Cop, you're dying.
All I ever wanted was to have a plaything.
You will. You will be on money.
And Book Cop was right. Five Eagle Cop is now on money.
You're going to have to win this war on your own, Book Cop. I have a super
secret mystery attack that will defeat British once and for all.
What is it? I can't tell you.
It's so secret, I have to go behind that house so no one can see me do it.
Hey! No peeking.
Sorry.
After X -ing and un -X -ing his arms, a wave of fire formed in space.
Wave of fire. Secret attack.
And engulfed the entire Earth.
And it would only burn the bad guys.
Happy Die Day, redcoats!
USA! USA!
USA!
USA! But what my great -great -great -great -great -great -great -grandfather
didn't know was that the war was only a diversion from the king's master plan.
We made it.
All the way from London, England.
Oh, there it is. The secret attack almanac.
Good work, my boy.
I can't wait to tell my pregnant wife and three children about what we've
Yeah. But first, to tie up some loose ends.
Cheerio. I won the war.
What's wrong?
If you want your book back, come up to England and kill me.
Toodaloo, the King of England.
I'm going to kill the King of England. Do you understand? I know you
I love you too.
Bye.
Poison fight away. Secret attack.
I can't believe it. Book copy nine.
Poison tidal waves should have killed you a thousand times.
Yes, but I still have 4 ,000 lives left, thanks to the secret attack almanac.
You killed my parents, and I will stop at nothing to kill you, even if that
means killing you 4 ,001 times.
Not if I kill you 4 ,001 times first.
The hay over there, secret attack.
Well done.
Teleportation, secret attack.
Paper cup, secret attack.
Book eclipse, secret attack.
Not the night creature.
No.
I don't need the
book.
I've memorized the whole thing. I have it all in my head.
You do now.
I still have one life left. Good.
Because I have one more secret attack.
You were the king of London, England.
Now you're the king of dying.
The secret attack almanac has been passed down through my family for
generations. It's how I learned all my secret attacks.
Including the poison cake secret attack.
Uh,
Axe Cop?
Why did you just poison all the guests?
Because they were bad guys.
Well, why would you invite bad guys to your party?
So I could kill them.
Clearly. Oh, good.
And, uh, how did you know I wasn't gonna eat the cake? Oh, look!
Fireworks!
Happy Fourth of July, bad guys.
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