Threed was in the same state as Saturn Village was: overrun with zombies. The moon illuminated the area, which was a stark contrast compared to what happened the last time the town was infested with zombies: there was no sun, at all. Despite it being day everywhere else in Eagleland, Threed was shrouded in darkness. Once the zombies were eradicated, the sun returned to Threed, and the town carried on as normal.
Zombies were running around everywhere, aimlessly. Anyone unfortunate enough to be stuck outside was turned into a zombie, although many had boarded themselves in their homes. Frightened screams were heard as the undead soldiers beat down their victims and turned them into a brain muncher. These people tried to put up a fight, but were taken down easily. When the zombies caught them running for their homes, they were even more aggressive and, at one point, a zombie ripped the door open and attacked someone inside their own house.
When the Mr. Saturn brigade had entered the heart of Threed, the undead noticed them. Many of them began giggling.
"Well, look who it is!" said a zombie. "It's the idiot brigade!"
"Do they think they have a chance?" asked another zombie, mockingly.
The zombies huddled into a group as if to look intimidating, but none of the Mr. Saturns looked threatened. None of them batted an eye. They all stood confidently, indifferent to the undead's wall. From the back of the group emerged the King, who had the Anti-Zombiefier hanging off his belt.
"So, you're all alive!" observed the Zombie King. "Well, not all of you. I see a few hundred of your kind are still zombies."
"You'll pay!" retorted Super Saturn.
The Zombie King snorted. "You are in no position to tell me what'll happen. Especially since I have your Anti-Zombiefier."
"We took down some of you in Saturn Valley! Zoom!"
"True. But how many was that? Twenty, twenty five zombies? That's a small price to pay when I have the only thing that undoes my work. Let's assume you do defeat me: What then? You won't get the Anti-Zombiefier back, especially not since I'm about to do this!"
The Zombie King removed the weapon from its key ring and held it in his hands. Then, he brought it down upon his knee, breaking it in half and rendering it useless. Some pieces of plastic fell at the King's feet, and he threw the pieces away, tossing them aside.
"What now?"
Super Saturn groaned. Although it was entirely possible Dr. Andonuts could build another one, it was not guaranteed; that Anti-Zombiefier could have been one of a kind. This was discouraging, but after how far the Mr. Saturns had come, there was no point in letting this opportunity go to waste, especially when they might not have another one. When the Zombie King realized that the Mr. Saturns were not going to back down, he belted one word.
"ATTACK!"
With that, the Second Wave of the Zombie Empire, or SWOTZE, stormed for the Mr. Saturns, who also began making their way for the undead legion. The Zombie King walked away from the crowd and made his way towards the cemetery.
In a flash, punches, kicks, and headbutts were being exchanged as both sides battled for their goals. Multiple Mr. Saturns teamed up to attack a single zombie, and multiple zombies teamed up to attack a single Mr. Saturn. Most of the time, it was a one-on-one fight, but the brawl was so large, it was inevitable that they would start working in teams. The chaos unfolded quickly and became relentless just as fast. Everywhere in Threed was a Mr. Saturn and a zombie battling to the death, although that's sort of redundant, considering zombies are present. Zoomer weaseled his way around the war, looking for his enemy. You would think it would be easy to find a zombie wearing a crown and a cape, but the King was surprisingly elusive.
Super Saturn's hunt was constantly interrupted by zombie goons jumping him and trying to take him down, but they were no match for his newfound speed and might. This did not stop the zombies from trying again and again, though. He had a sever sense of urgency as he wandered through the streets, watching as his family duked it out with the undead menaces. It was not totally unbearable to watch; those that had the upper hand were usually bringing zombies down like nobody's business. There were many a struggler, though, trying to hold their own.
Zoomer decided to search for his enemy from the air. The problem was, he lacked wings. He did, however, have the rooftops of the many houses in Threed to walk across. It was far from the best solution, but it would give him a better view. He just needed something for a boost. Glancing right, he saw a lidded garbage can resting against a house's front door.
"Perfect! Zoom!"
With a hearty jump, Super Saturn was now on the roof of a house, in a row of many. Eagleland had many, um, colorful houses. This one was yellow with a tiled blue roof. Down the line were other colorful houses. As he rushed along, a zombie climbed up onto the roof to stop him.
"Gotcha! You're mincemeat, Super Saturn!" the undead solider declared.
The zombie immediately stormed across the roof and was ready to convert the hero. That would make his boss proud, for sure! With arms open and ready to grab, the zombie's attack was cut short when Super Saturn headbutted him. Zoomer crouched down, propelled himself towards the zombie, and tackled the undead warrior onto his back.
"Yowza! I may be undead, but I still feel things, you know!" whined the zombie. The back of his now aching head had collided with the roof's arched middle. It was not a particularly irritating wound, but the zombie's desire for disproportionate retribution knew no bounds. If Zoomer thought their lust for vengeance was outrageous, he had no idea what to expect from future villains.
Once the zombie picked itself up, it prepared to counter Super Saturn's attacks. The stance it was in was no different from its previous attack, but he was just standing instead of moving. Without hesitation, Super Saturn charged for the zombie, who chuckled when he saw his opponent's actions.
"It didn't work for me, why should it work for you?" the zombie asked himself. Unluckily for him, Super Saturn was much faster and stronger than he was, and pulled a fast one on the zombie. Although he lowered his head, he instead jumped and performed his trademark springboard attack, sending the zombie face-first to the roof's arch. The impact chipped several of its teeth and knocked a few of them loose, but otherwise, it was down for the count.
"Now to find the King. Zoom!" Super Saturn said and continued running along the roofs. When he was at the end of the block, he spotted the cemetery's underground entrance, but there was still no sign of the Zombie King. Instead, he saw zombies emerging from the hole and making their way towards the war in the streets. Super Saturn stared, wide eyed, as the outpour speedily outnumbered the Mr. Saturns. It would be impossible for him to take them all on, and he needed to save his strength.
Two Mr. Saturns had gotten away from the warzone and found the broken Anti-Zombiefier. Curious, they shuffled the pieces over behind a house and inspected the device.
"Think it's fixable? Bing!" asked one of the Mr. Saturns.
"Could be. Dakota!" replied the other. The species' technological knowhow was never to be underestimated, and had been documented thousands of times.
"Let's work!" exclaimed the other Mr. Saturn, and they began to repair the Anti-Zombiefier.
Super Saturn's search had proven to be fruitless, and the situation had spiraled far beyond out of control. The streets were screaming with rage and violence, and several Mr. Saturns had been turned into zombies. This, more than anything, was why Super Saturn's resolve burned so hotly.
He surveyed the area and noticed that Threed's store was just across the street. Even though he did not want it, he desperately needed help, and the only person he could think of for aid was none other than Captain Strong. He darted into the store, surprised that the clerks had not barricaded themselves in.
"Why stay open? Zoom!" Super Saturn asked.
The clerk replied, "Well, we figured that someone might call for assistance. No, I'm not going out there. Thanks for believing in me, though!"
The caped crusader gave a confused stare. He had no intention of asking the store's staff for assistance. Maybe the clerk had ego problems? It was more than likely. He dashed over to the phone and knocked the receiver off the hook, but before he dialed, he thought of calling the Fourside police department. They were much closer, after all. Super Saturn decided not to contact them, because Fourside's police were still corrupt, although they do not work for Monotoli anymore and have not served him for a long time.
Thankfully, Captain Strong answered the phone.
"Onett police department, Captain Strong speaking."
"Captain!" Super Saturn exclaimed.
"Super Saturn? What's up?"
Our hero explained the situation to the police Captain, albeit hurriedly. He still needed to get out and look for the Zombie King to undo his work and crush his empire.
"All right, Super Saturn. We're on our way! Just hang tight. When those zombies get a face full of my Super Ultra Mango Tango Foxtrot Martial Arts, they won't know what hit 'em!" Super Saturn hung up the phone and returned to Threed.
"You still need to pay for that call," said the store's clerk. He was too late, though. The hero had already left.
When Super Saturn set foot outside, the first thing he saw was a zombie picking up a Mr. Saturn, preparing to give an abominable chomp. The Mr. Saturn was squirming, trying to break free, but the undead one's grip was too strong.
"Help! Help! HELP! BOING!" screamed the Mr. Saturn frightfully.
"Drop him!" declared Super Saturn. He rushed to the scene, jumped, and kicked the zombie on the side of its head. The zombie dropped its victim in shock and fell to the ground, which the Mr. Saturn used as an opportunity to jump on its chest, repeatedly.
"You kay-o?" asked Super Saturn.
"Am kay-o!" replied the Mr. Saturn, who, after a thorough hopping, returned to the ground. The zombie was completely winded, and lay where it was. Super Saturn left his neighbor to his own devices and continued his search, hopping back onto the roofs.
The sound of police sirens could be heard wailing in the distance, but gradually getting closer. Captain Strong and his squad were on their way, but it could be too late before they got to Threed. Super Saturn was still hopeful, though, that the Onett police force would be able to help stop the zombies in their tracks. Yet, would they be enough to stop the army? As much as Super Saturn did not want to acknowledge them, the Fourside police might need to get involved.
Now, the war in Threed was one sided; the zombies, who now outnumbered the Mr. Saturns even more, were ganging up on them, in groups of ten at least. Still, the Mr. Saturns fought with all the vigilance they could muster and refused to surrender.
The Mr. Saturns repairing the Anti-Zombiefier had made little progress, but they knew that it was possible to get it working again. What they needed was something to hold it together. Regular glue would not cut it, and super glue was much too difficult to handle. What they needed was something truly reliable, something that had benefitted mankind through the centuries.
"Am got it! Boing!" said one of the Mr. Saturns.
"You got it?" asked the other.
"Stay here. Am off to store. Bing!" The Mr. Saturn headed off to the little convenience store where Super Saturn had called Captain Strong. The other Mr. Saturn was clueless in regards to what his friend needed.
The caped crusader had an unsettling thought: What if the Zombie King had removed his disguise? Without his crown and cape, he would look exactly like the other zombies. Something inside him told him otherwise, and that the King's pride would never let him look like a normal zombie. Besides, he had something of an image to live up to.
And that's when he saw him. The Zombie King was, in fact, taking parting in the fray. He was not converting Mr. Saturns, though. Instead, he was just beating them down. His attacks were swift and brutal, as the hero remembered. This time, he was using his staff to swat them and thrust them aside with. Like Super Saturn was hoping for, the King was making his way through the crowd and towards the cemetery.
In a few minutes, the fate of Saturn Valley, and the world, would be determined.
