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Get ready for the grand finale that's bigger, weirder, and more cosmic than ever. In Weed Mountain 3: Cosmic Harvest, George T. Hawkins and the eccentric residents of Shady Grove find themselves staring down the barrel of intergalactic doom and, as usual, it all starts with a field of glowing cosmic cannabis.
The Great Blooming is here, and it's not just the plants getting out of hand. Chickens are moonwalking, cows are floating like helium balloons, and the town's mad scientist just turned a lawnmower into a time machine (don't ask how). Enter the Keepers of the Bloom, a squad of glowing space beings who deliver an ominous message: "Harvest these cosmic plants properly or kiss your reality goodbye." No pressure, right?
As the town scrambles to contain the chaos, George must wrangle time loops, renegade weed trees, and a long-lost high school rival with dollar signs in his eyes. Alongside his trusty team including Jaz, the no-nonsense Australian with a cosmic secret, and Jeb, whose motto is "hold my beer, watch this" George faces floating barns, glittering moonshine, and a talking rake with attitude.
But with the universe cracking at the seams and a deadline that makes tax day look relaxing, George has to ask himself: can a small-town crew really save the world, or are they just one cosmic puff away from total annihilation?
Weed Mountain 3: Cosmic Harvest is a riotous, laugh-out-loud thrill ride that ties up the saga with heart, hilarity, and a healthy dose of inter-dimensional insanity. Perfect for anyone who thinks saving the world should come with a side of sparkling moonshine and good vibes. Grab your boots (and maybe a lasso) it's harvest time!
