The Zombie King was not pleased with his underlings. Their defeat in Fourside was beyond embarrassing. It was humiliating. Disheartening. Most of all, it was infuriating.
"YOU FOOLS!" The Zombie King screamed as he watched the news report about the zombie's ruinous defeat. Saying he was unhappy would be an understatement. The King stood up and started walking around the room, ranting to himself. "How could those imbeciles lose so terribly? Did none of them think to move out of the way of the bomb?!" He stormed over and punched the wall in frustration. "Those morons ought to consider themselves lucky. If they were here at the moment, their heads would roll!"
He returned to his chair and sighed in disappointment. Hundreds of his own henchmen were brought down in the blink of an eye. The King clenched the ends of the chair's armrests and screamed, "EVERYONE! GET IN HERE!"
Zombies came flooding in from the room that had been sealed off, and some emerged from the cemetery, climbing down the ladder that leads outside. They stood at attention, in front of their King. Everyone realized that he was angry the minute they set foot in the room and saw his scowl.
"Uh oh, the boss looks mad!" whispered a zombie to another.
"Yeah, I wonder what happened?" asked the zombie in response.
The King cleared his throat before speaking. "Gentlemen! Turn your attention to the television."
The zombies tilted their heads to the left and looked at the television that was hanging off the wall. On the screen was the news story about the infestation in Fourside. The King changed the channel with his remote control to other news stations; all of them were covering the story. He switched channels every time it showed our heroes dropping the Super Bombs onto the horde.
"Do you see what happened today? Do you understand why I'm disappointed in that particular group? Do you understand that I will have your heads if this happens again?" the zombie King asked dryly.
"We got it!" said one of the zombies in the back.
"Good!" their King said. "Now, how do you think we should proceed?"
"I was thinking we just go for a full invasion!" said one of the zombies at the front row. "Take everybody by surprise, y'know?"
The zombies chatted among themselves about the plan. They agreed that it was not a terrible plan, but by now, many people were aware of their existence.
"No, that's the beauty of it! If all of us attack any part of the world as a horde, they would be outnumbered! It might take some time for us to take 'em all down, but it could still work!"
The King rubbed his chin, grinning mischievously. "I like it! Congratulations, you get to be the first one to take your pick at the brain buffet."
"Yay!" the zombie exclaimed.
"When should we attack?" another zombie asked, this one also in the back.
"And where?" a zombie from the back spoke up.
The King took a more serious tone. "Oh, that's easy. Saturn Valley."
"Saturn Valley?" asked a zombie in the front row.
"Yes, Saturn Valley. That caped crusader was a Mr. Saturn, and Saturn Valley is where they live. Normally, I would say we try and take on Fourside again, but after that little disappointment, I believe it would be better to take down the ones who can best us. And besides, I've never tried Mr. Saturn brains before. I'm curious as to what those taste like."
"Now, when are we going to attack?" asked the zombie who asked that same question from before.
"We attack tonight. While they're off in dreamland, we strike and turn them into one of our own. If we can catch that masked hero, they won't stand a chance!" He laughed manically at his explanation and plan.
"Hail the King!" the zombie minions chanted.
By now, Super Saturn had arrived in Onett, a small town where many adventures have begun. It was a quaint town, not very rowdy like some of the other locales, but it has seen its fair share of chaos. When Giygas' invasion had reached its peak, the town was overrun with aliens, zombies, living inanimate objects, the works, more or less. Before, it just had the occasional hostile runaway dog, a snake, or a spiteful crow. Once Giygas was defeated, the town returned to normal and life carried on as usual. When he set foot in Onett, it was nighttime.
Zoomer chose to talk to the Onett police force instead of Fourside's, as the city's police were notoriously corrupt. Although they no longer served Monotoli, several other business conglomerates had them by their pinkies. It was easy to corrupt them, too. You just had to wave a bill in front of their face, and it would hypnotize them. They would become your slaves instantly. On the rare occasion it did not work, you just had to wave it again.
The police station rested in the middle-right of town, but rested near the edge of it. Although they are very competent at their job, they have the terrible habit of closing and blocking roads for no particular reason. Last year, they achieved the world record for Most Roads Blocked in a Year, having blocked the streets of Onett 748 times. They are hoping to break the record this year. Super Saturn wasn't particularly fond of them, but he and Captain Strong were great friends.
Super Saturn nudged the door open with his large nose and headed inside. One of the police officers was sitting at a desk with his legs up on it, reading a newspaper. He lowered the paper so he could see who came in.
"Oh, it's you. I was hoping it would be the guy we sent out for coffee," said the cop. He did not seem thrilled about seeing the hero.
Super returned the favor by asking, "Is Captain Strong here?"
"He's in the back, practicing his Super Ultra Mango-Tango Foxtrot Martial Arts. Knock yourself out."
Zoomer ventured down the corridor to the door at the end of it. He heard many, many unpleasant noises behind the door; it sounded like there was a huge fight going on in the room. The sounds of punches, kicks, and things breaking were loud and clear, as were the battle cries from whoever else was in the room. It sounded completely one-sided, so whoever Captain Strong was facing picked a bad day to anger him.
Nonetheless, Super Saturn approached the door and bonked his head against it a few times to knock. All the noise stopped after the final knock, and the door soon opened. There was Captain Strong, looking proud as ever. Strong often wore a black jacket and was never seen without his moustache and aviator glasses. Like his name implies, he's made of pure muscle.
"Super Saturn! How've you been?" asked the Captain. His voice was a rich baritone.
"Kay-o!" Super Saturn replied.
"Well, don't just stand there like a ninny. Come on in!"
The police Captain opened the door and let the hero in. The fight that had occurred in the room was a lie; there was no broken furniture, no battered bodies strewn about, not a crack or a bruise on anything. There was a large coffee table in the middle of the room, surrounded by brown, leather and comfy couches. Super Saturn and Captain Strong took a seat on the couches facing each other so they could talk face to face. Strong offered the hero a coffee, but Zoomer declined.
"So, what brings you here? It must be pretty important," said Captain Strong, who took a sip of his coffee.
"Zombies back. Dakota!" Super Saturn said. Captain Strong spit his coffee out in shock, splattering the wall with the black drink.
"You must be joking! We sent those zombies packing!" the Captain reiterated.
Super Saturn shrugged. "They're back anyway."
Captain Strong put his coffee mug on the table and sighed. Well, I guess the only thing we can do is send 'em packing again!"
"How?" Super Saturn asked.
"Well," Captain Strong began. "You did take out a bunch of 'em in Fourside. I imagine that you don't wanna do that again, though."
"Bombs are heavy. Zoom!"
"Yeah. I'm not really sure how I can help, though. I mean, I've got guns, a night stick, a Billy club, mace, a flail, a rocket launcher, a bazooka, a Gatling gun, a nail gun, a flamethrower, a—"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" screamed a loud scream from the front desk. Super Saturn and Captain Strong exchanged concerned glances, and headed out to the hallway to see what was going on. The officer at the front desk was hiding under the desk and shaking, but that meant nothing when they saw the real issue:
Zombies had arrived in Onett.
"Uh-oh," Super Saturn uttered.
"Yep," agreed Captain Strong.
All of the undead were making tracks for the police station, as if they knew Super Saturn was there. This curiosity was answered when one of the zombies at the front declared, "Hey! There's Super Saturn! Get him!"
The zombies stormed the police station and barreled towards the two, who turned around and retreated into Captain Strong's lounge. Despite how easy it was for the zombies to rip the station's doors off their hinges, the lounge door, which was no different, was extremely difficult for them to tear at. This may have been because Captain Strong was standing with his back to the door and had his arms spread against it. He was made of pure muscle, after all. The zombies, although they could break the door down, slammed and threw themselves against it.
"Move!" Super Saturn ordered to Strong.
"What?" Captain Strong asked, confused.
"I'll take zombies down! You go! Boing!"
"Nope!" Strong replied. "I can keep these zombies out! You need to go and make sure Saturn Valley isn't under attack!"
A look of horror spread across Super Saturn's face. He never even thought that Saturn Village could be attacked by the zombies. Still, it didn't feel right for him to leave the police captain all alone.
"Just go!" Captain Strong belted. "Save your homeland!"
Super Saturn headed towards the lounge's window on the east wall and opened it, but he still hesitated. He looked at Captain Strong, who screamed, "GO!"
After one last glance, Super Saturn hopped onto the windowsill and out of the room and onto the front lawn of the police department. Once he landed, he heard the sound of the door cracking and crashing down. Captain Strong yelled something indecipherable, but it was most likely a battle cry. The last thing from the police station Zoomer heard was the sound of a gun cocking.
Super Saturn did not look back as he rushed for Saturn Valley, catching people's attention as he ran through the streets of Onett, Twoson, and Threed. When he arrived at Saturn Valley, what he saw was not pretty.
The Mr. Saturns of Saturn Valley were engaged in a standoff with the zombies that had invaded the village, both sides standing in the centre of the small town. At the front of the zombie army stood their King, the white-towel-for-a-cape wearing one. His plastic crown also remained. The only difference was that the King was holding a staff. It was a silver rod with a golden ball at the top, and was roughly the same height as the King. He was clutching the staff in his right hand.
"Now, all you listen here! Unless you want to tell us the identity of Super Saturn, as you call him, we will waste no time devouring your brains!"
"Super Saturn? Zoom!" said one of the Mr. Saturns, confused.
"Yes, Super Saturn. We know that he is from here, obviously. But, I want to know which one of you he is!"
"We don't know. Boing!" replied another Mr. Saturn. The Zombie King huffed and aggravation. The standoff wavered back and forth like this for a while, with the Zombie King asking for the identity of Super Saturn and getting no response. Eventually, he got fed up and slammed his staff on the ground.
"ENOUGH!" the Zombie King belted. He clenched his other hand into a fist. "I can see none of you wish to cooperate. That's fine, because I was growing tired of eating human brains. Your brains will make an excellent substitute!" While the King still had not tasted Mr. Saturn brains and had no idea how they would taste, he hoped at this threat would get him the response he wanted. Unfortunately, the Mr. Saturns all stared and muttered to each other in confusion.
"Why our brains?" asked a Mr. Saturn in the middle row.
"Not sure. Bing!" replied another.
"Seize them!" ordered the King. His minions started moving in, but were stopped when Super Saturn jumped down from a cliff and blocked their way.
"Not so fast! Zoom!" declared Super Saturn. The zombies stopped dead in their tracks.
"Super Saturn! Finally, I have found you. But, if you would be so kind, could you move out of the way, so I can eat the villagers' brains?"
"Can't do! Dakota!" Super Saturn replied, standing confidently.
The Zombie King scowled. "If you won't move, then you will be destroyed!"
But Super Saturn remained where he was, staring at the King, who glared back. It was a tense situation, but no matter how many threats the King made, he knew that Super Saturn would never surrender.
"Let's fight! Zoom!" declared the hero. The Zombie King grinned and dropped his staff.