There, across the lawn, appeared another zombie. Driven by an insatiable hunger, it shuffled slowly toward the assembled group. A viscous fluid dripped from its mouth. A slightly more viscous fluid dripped from other areas.
"Brains" it said, for brains it sought.
As the overwhelming stench of decay reached the group, a series of grunts broke the silence. A man, wearing a saucepan for a hat, walked to the middle of the lawn. They each recognized him as their neighbor; the one they call Crazy Dave.
Crazy Dave set a potted pea plant on the grass. Soon an enormous pod sprouted from the plant and began firing peas at the zombie. Within seconds, the second round of zombies had been eliminated.
All was well again, for a time, in present/future England/Germany.