The battle of Sir Sydney coast

It was a humble day for boatman as he would just, be their on the side railings of his boat. To accompany him, was his plant friends, they were on the lower deck.

But to come up to see how he was doing, was Mrs.Jazz, the 1920's ice rose. "What gots you down today darling?" She said in a deep and smooth tone. "Oh, it's nothing.  Just thinking...." the boatman said as he was staring in the water. "And what would those thoughts be? They seem like they got you more downer than abassist on a date." Said Mrs.Jazz. "well, it's these words from nyan that are just...Sticking...with me, some of them being a response to a question I asked to prove myself. Then he turned that into a loophole that's both inspiring and very confusing, I'm trying to rap my head around it" said the boatman. Mrs.jazz would be staring into space as she too was thinking. "So, this guy, did he say How To do it?..." said mrs.jazz. "well, considering from what I heard, he said that I can transport stuff, deliver things, and fight in battles. But with my negetive attitude, I might be bad at those, and look how long it took me to deliver a simple weapon.  And plus, nyan considers me unreliable because I'm just so pessimistic." Mrs.jazz would look with intense thought as she noticed the map in boatman's hands. "OOH! WHAT ABOUT THIS?" She would grab the map and put it down on the railing. "Look, see this coast in the red area?" Mrs Jazz would point at tge red upside down looking mountain-looking coast/area on the map. "Oh? You mean the one by tomb marsh? What about it?" The boatman would ask he was starting to question where he would start looking. "This nyan guy wants you to prove yourself right?" Said mrs.jazz eagerly like she was getting into something. "And what better way to prove yourself by both taking back land for the republic, be in your first battle, and use your plant team!" Mrs. Jazz said while still being chill. "HOLY CRAP THAT COULD- wait, that would never work." Said the boatman "And why not child?" Said mrs.jazz in a stern tone

"Because, nyan would go,"hey buddy, you can't take that area cause I was going to do it. So you can suck it you dickweed." The boatman said quite sadly. Mrs.Jazz would smack the boatman right in face as she started to hold him by the cloak. "Child. You have made it through literal HELL and back. You have survived demons, zombies, and whole lots of other baddies that were surely difficult. You have the potential of great things. And I'm not saying that to make you feel better,  I and everyone you have met means it. But your greatest enemy is your self pity, and if you can't get rid of that,  you might as well forget about impressing anyone, or even doing ANYTHING in the war. So, are you going to take enitititave,  or are you going to farm sympathy from your friends?...." the boatman would just, stare as he got his sense smacked into him. Mrs. Jazz would still hold him with mass amounts of determination and care. The boatman would then, get out of the grip, and then stand up, and look in the sky. Dazed and woke as he was realizing what he has been doing wrong for his whole time here.

"Your right. Why should I focus on me and my past experiences to tell people to feel sorry for Me? It's time for me to get up on my stalky feet, get up, and make a difference. NOW." He would ring the boats horn as all of his plants  would come up the stairs onto the main deck. "EVERYONE." He would say over a megaphone while looking on the top deck over his mini plant army. "I HAVE BEEN THROUGH A LOT. I HAVE BEEN PUSHED AROUND,  A LOT. AND I HAVE BEEN TAKING SYMPATHY, A LOT. BUT TODAY MARKS THE DAY WHERE THIS BOATMAN DOES SOMETHING FOR ONCE." the plants would cheer on as they listen to speech of change. "WE ARE HEADING TOWARD THIS LOCATION, THE RIGHT COAST OF THE ROCKIES,  WHERE WE ALL WILL TAKE THIS SMALL BIT OF LAND, AND TAKE IT FOR THE PLANT REPUBLIC!  the crowd would roar with pride and determination as they listened with mass amounts of excitement and joy.  "NOW, TOWARD THE COAST! READY YPUR AMMO, MAN THE COCCO CANNONS, AND HOLD ON TIGHT BECAUSE WE ATE SPEEDING THERE!" then,  the plants would ready for battle, as the boat would be souring across the ocean, and heading toward the coast. The boatman would play a saxophone in the most melodious tune, and doing so, raised the gara and omega tangle kelps. The 3 headed chomper would sharpen thete teeth, getting ready for a large lunch. Mr and Mr. Bralser would dust of their cactus and peashooter upgrades and dusting of their fancywear, and Mrs. Jazz would be summoning Jazz weeds, using miracle seeds she's been holding on too.

Zombies would be on the beach, and some amphibious zombies in the water. "Nice cloudy days ain't its rob?" Said a browncoat cloud bathing. "Reallys good, and dids you bring boat?" Said rob as he took of his shades to see the boatman in the distance. "Oh no....OH NO!..." the zombie would rush to the changing room as he came out as the Pandora solider, with a class 8 gun in hand. Then, a zombie would blast a airhorn, to tell the zombies it's time for battle. "FOR ZOMBURBIA!..." zombies would tell as they changed into asll stars,  scientists, and soldiers. And the deep sea gargantuars would paint them selves in zombie military colors. It was brutal,  the beachy scene would turn into a zombie base as flares,  weapons would cover the area. On the boat mans boat,  in the main cabin,  he would go for his cabinet,  and pull out his blue and dark green cloak, with the plant republic's flag on it. "Its time'' as he said to himself as he took of his salty and damp purple/blue cloak, and put this one on. He would shine his medallion, as it shined in the bask light of the sun's rays. He would remember to put on 2 bullet proof vests, and he would grab a leather sachle with his logo on the side, and the plant republic's flag on the other side. He strapped on his barrel, full of vine and rocket fireworks.  He would then go into the main deck of boat, and stand there as the  zombies would wait for a response.

It was solid suspense and scilense as everyone look at each other, for about 4.7 seconds, until a zombie would make the gun reload until all hell broke loose.

Everyone would yell "CHARGE!" as the all raced toward eachother.  The boatman would charge off the boat, doing a backflip of the railings, and rushing onto the hoards of zombies. He would stomp on their heads as he headed toward the GARGANTUARS in the back. Building mass amounts if momentum while at the same time taking out multiple brown coats, he would strike force jump straight into the gargantuars face, knocking him back, right onto the engineers teleporter system. Boatman: "HOLY CRAP I ACTUALLY DID THAT!" While saying that, multiple soldiers and scientists would point their guns right at him. Guns reloading can be heard as a moon walker said: "any last words sunshine?..." the boatman would say, "yes, behind you." The zombies you look confused as the looked behind them to only find the omega tangle kelps taking down the deep sea gargantuars, "yeah? So whats?..." they would look back at him, only to find that the boatman would have loaded his 3 headed chomper into his gun, and fired him at TOP SPEEDS. The zombies you scream as the 3 headed chomper started his 30+ kill streak.

This is probably a battle that no one would recognize, or even remember. But I bet the boatman and nyan would remember this for when the boatman changed his attitude and help the republic take some land. And did you know this coast was named after the infamous Sir Sydney? The first and only peashooter to loose a p.o.t vehicle on these shores. Anyway, back to the battle!

Nutty would be having a bowl of a good time as he was racking numbers and combos higher than 37! And grump and Antonio would be firing speedy and BLAZING peas on top of the boat,  and the coconut cannon's would be shooting sure shot blasts of pure power, and tremendous force. Then the zombies would soon realize they had to call in the bug guns,  literally.

Some zombies hurried toward their only w weapon left, the Perseus. And their trusty diver, Gallo the imp. "LET'S RECK THESE GUYS!" He would climb in, and ride toward the beach and firing like a mad man. "TAKE THESE YOU WEEDS! I'LL RIP AND STRAIN THE LIFE OUTA YOU! HEHEHE!"

The boatman has to think fast, or he will lose his chance to prove himself.  Until, he thought of the perfect plan. He would stan on the stop deck of the boat, and shout: "HET NUMB NUTS! YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!" Gallo would soon become aggravated,  and then he would soon RACE across the water, to get a sure shot in him. "HEY SMALL BALLS, I GOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!" he yelled with a smug look on his face. "WHAT IS IT?!" said gallo as he was aiming. "YOU NEVER BRING A PERSEUS TO AN OMEGA KELP FIGHT!" Gallo would look confused as he was looking at him, until he got that sinking feeling.

He felt bad, and informed.

But then he also really was SINKING. He yelled: "NO! YOU TRICKED ME!" He tried to speed away, but the vines were wrapped too tightly for him to escape. And that's why he puts the OST: watery graves, in watery graves. The zombies would soon retreat ad they would realize that this surprise attack was to unsuspected,  cause they were always used to nyan, and land attacks. But these guys were bamboozled to find that they had no preparation for water attacks.

After the zombies retreated, the purple fog dissipated,  the ground grew a little more green, and some of the flowers became less wilted. The plants and the boatman would cheer as they won their first battle.

And the boatman would grab his phone, and do a family pic with the new terign and plants in the background.  He would then scream into the sky, "HOLY SHIT F#$K YEAH!" And only a couple of kilometers away, nyan would be doing target practice as he got a notification on his phone. He would stop and look at the picture, and he would say these words:


"Holy crap, Boat really did it, YES!" he would do a fistbumb as he later went into his office, and update his map.




Boatman: "HOLY CRAP I DID IT! THAT GUY AT THE GAS STATION CAN SUCC IT!"



"The battle of Sir Sydney coast."



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