The Minions were trapped. They could hear things going on in the palace upstairs, but there was no way to get out, and the coronation would be starting shortly. They were looking around the dark, dank dungeon when Kevin noticed a sewer grate. That could be a way out. He and Stuart tried to pull the cover off, but it took some real effort. Finally, they opened it and crawled inside, Bob right behind them.
They walked in the dark until they found a ladder that led up into another building. They peered out from under the floorboards, realizing they were in the middle of a funeral home. People were wearing black and crying. A coffin was just a few feet away. They ducked back down into the sewer, but not before Bob grabbed a wreath of flowers. “Para la Scarlet!” he said, dragging it behind him. It was the perfect present for when Scarlet was officially crowned queen.
Kevin, Stuart, and Bob kept moving through the sewers. Along the way, Bob made friends with a pudgy little rat and decided to bring him along. With Tim in one arm and Poochie the rat dangling from the other, Bob followed Kevin and Stuart to the sewer exit near Westminster Abbey. It was the building where the coronation was taking place. They tried the front doors—they were already locked. Stuart rammed his head against the wood, but that didn’t really work. At all.
They would have to climb the side of the building to get in. Kevin told Bob that it was time to say good-bye to Poochie, so Bob sang Poochie a beautiful parting song. “Okay, follow me!” Kevin cried, crawling into the rafters of the giant cathedral. Below them, the coronation ceremony had already begun.
Scarlet had arrived at Westminster Abbey in a stunning dress. As she looked around, she saw all her favorite villains watching her walk down the aisle. Scarlet waved at Tina Nelson and then gave a shout-out to the old organ player, Edna. Once she was in the front of the cathedral, surrounded by all the villains from Villain-Con in the audience, she couldn’t help but smile. It was a dream come true.
Bob was still lugging the giant flower wreath on his head as he climbed off the roof. Suddenly, a bee emerged from one of the roses and started circling around his head. He tried to swat it away, but it didn’t work. Stuart tried to smack it away but missed, hitting Bob in the goggles instead. The bug chased them off the rafters. Stuart and Bob ran… landing on the chandelier right above the altar.
“Do you, Scarlet Overkill, solemnly promise…,” the archbishop said as he held the crown in his hands.
The bee chased the Minions in circles, around and around the chandelier. Stuart and Bob kept running, trying to get away from it, but the more they ran, the more unsteady the chandelier became. The screw that held it to the roof came loose, and it started swinging back and forth. Kevin grabbed a support wire and climbed toward the chandelier. It looked like it might fall at any moment.
Far below, Scarlet smiled as the archbishop stepped forward with the crown. “I proclaim thee, with great reservation, the Queen of England!”
Kevin reached for his friends as the chandelier rocked back and forth. Hearing the commotion, Scarlet looked up in confusion. “Kevin?” she yelled.
Before Kevin could respond, the chandelier came loose from the ceiling. He managed to grab Stuart and Bob before it plummeted to the ground. It slammed down right on top of Scarlet.
“Scarlet! Scarlet, my queen!” Herb cried. “Someone help me!”
The Minions couldn’t believe their eyes. They took hold of a nearby curtain and slid down it, into the massive crowd of villains. Some of the villains were helping Herb pull the chandelier off their master.
Bob was still holding the flower wreath. He handed it to Herb before disappearing into the crowd. Kevin and Stuart were searching for the exit. Maybe they didn’t mean to hurt Scarlet, but they knew how this looked (not good).
They were almost at the door when they heard a crash behind them. Scarlet shot up toward the ceiling of the great cathedral. She had been protected from the chandelier by her dress—a new state-of-the-art villain suit that Herb had designed for her. She hovered there, staring down at the Minions, her face red with rage.
Kevin backed up, noticing how angry she was.
She pointed a finger at him. “He. Tried. To. Kill. Me,” she said, barely able to get the words out.
“No!” Kevin shouted. It had been an accident: Scarlet was their master—they’d never want to see her get hurt.
But Scarlet wouldn’t listen. “Villains…,” she said, looking out at the crowd. “This is no longer a coronation. It’s an execution. Get them!”