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even pulls of the classic yomps back cap when needed.
With the emergence
of the Stone Age
came the rise of a new species.
Man was very different
from the dinosaur.
He was shorter, hairier,
and way, way smarter.
The Minions took
an instant liking to man,
and helped him
the best they could.
Oh, no, no.
Eh?
Poor man.
So trusting, so fragile.
So, so delicious!
Their quest for a boss put
the Minions front and center
for some of civilization's
most historic moments.
Anubis!
Ancient Egypt
held great promise.
Okay! Pancake!
But it didn't last long.
Hmm. Oh!
Ow!
The Dark Ages were
actually fun times.
Their new master had a tendency
to party all night
and sleep all day.
Ooh!
Oh.
But eventually,
the party was over.
They bounced from
one evil boss to another,
but they never seemed
to find their perfect fit.
One particular employer took
their failure very, very badly.
Huh?
Minions.
Minions have been on this
planet far longer than we have.
They go by many names.
Dave, Carl, Paul, Mike.
Oh, that one is Norbert.
He's an idiot.
They're all different,
but they all share the same goal.
To serve the most despicable
master they could find.
Boss!
Making their master happy was the
tribe's very reason for existence.
But that's not to say that they
didn't have other passions.
Huh?
Finding a boss was easy.
But keeping a boss,
therein lies the rub.
Nope,
it wasn't easy for these guys.