“I don’t know if he was simply bored since his retirement, or if he had always worshipped at the altar of turf perfection, but the man obsessed over a perfect lawn. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so good at the mowing-in-a-timely-fashion thing.”

Years before he believed the lawnmowers were conspiring to kill him and take over the world, Lawnmower Fighter Wayne Franklin faced two more troublesome enemies: the weather and Mr. Scissors.