It was all a generally peaceful day during Neighborville, where the sun was shining, Crazy Dave was doing…Crazy Dave things, the world was ruined by a zombie virus created by Dr. Zomboss…

As of now, outside of the lawn in the backyard, you (either a human or a plant) were trekking around the garden, only to be met with what looks like a Peashooter, now doning a military helmet.

“Hrumph! Hrumph! Hrumph!”

(Translation: “You there! Yeah, I’m talking to you! You think you’ve got what it takes, guts even to rid of those zombies?!” )

They definitely are boisterous.