In a small town inhabited by dust, zombies, and a few plants, there was one main attraction that spelled doom for the latter. Cheers, or rather, groaning and moaning came from the zombies while more unintelligible sounds of sorrow came from the plants.

A huge gargantuar, sporting a luchador outfit posed for his audience, consisting of zombies and some crestfallen plants as he shoved an unconscious Peashooter off the edge of the ring.

The Smash would then let out a loud groan of victory as he flexed, waiting for the next unfortunate plant to face him.