Secret Agent Spanish Fly is back, following his brief but beautiful bout with a Tiki cup carrying Aztec mummy and it's small (but comically diverse) militia of the walking decomposed. This time Harry's been hired by the Museum of Nature to recover a priceless Japanese pearl necklace, stolen from the institution's inept night watchmen by a cyborg sasquatch of superhuman size and strength. Though Harry doesn't seem to expect anything to the contrary, we can tell that the representatives from the museum, Cassandra Nova and Gail Force, are involves in something more insidious than they're letting on... and I can easily rattle off at least ten or twenty insidious things that I'd like to get the two of them involved in... all involving myself, several video cameras and a 10lb. bucket of Amish AstroGlide (aka freshly churned butter).

Before he can recover the necklace from the Canadian Mexican Wildman, our hero has a brief brawl with the artificial boobs of a virtual reality bikini babe-gone-bad, a roll in the sheets (literally) with a black beauty in a leopard costume whose turn-ons include purring like a cat and vengeance, and a tag team tussle with a grocery bag wearing gas station attendant against some sadist sisters from the Hot Topic nunnery. After taking care of those fight scenes, our furry fisted fury tracks the beast to a dead patch of wilderness (killed by the radiation emited by the monster) and expends little effort in tossing the terror over a cliff and to it's supposed demise. He returns the necklace to Cassie and Gail (I was hoping to avoid such an obvious innuendo, but I'd like nothing better than to adorn both of those fine female forms with a few pearl necklaces of my own making...) and everybody's happy!... which would be fine if this were another award-winning short, but since it's a "near two hour running time" feature, this is where we bring in that whold "something more insidious" element into play, as Harry is brained with a lead pipe and loses consciousness.

When Harry gets his scattered marbles back into their bag, he finds that he's been nursed back to health courtesy of his long time amigo and silver masked back-up, El Santo! Again, not the real Santo, just an incredible Canadian simulation. Hey, it's not the man behind the mask, it's the spirit of El Santo that wins the hearts of young and old! Anyway, Fake Santo hasn't quite finished the job on his Deconstructing Harry (Knuckles) project, so while they're out picking up theraputic art supplies, the chimp-like super spy (who everybody knows, incidentally) is shocked back into action by the presence of a purse snatching. Following the beat down of two of the weirdest fucking muggers you'll see out of North America, Harry's back to his old ass-kicking form, while Santo gets romantic appreciation from the lady whose purse was snatched (and who now wants the masked tub o' gots to snatch her other purse...). Funny thing? This "lady" happens to be Cassie, aka Cassandra Nova, aka one-half of the deceptive duo who put Harry in a coma to begin with... coincidence? Shut up, just shut up right now and eat your goat mustard pudding.

While Santo and Cassie get serious to the point of setting "the date" (and Cassie has a cat fight with Gail in the park as part of the city's attempt to offer free entertainment to the public...), Harry discovers that the man for whom the femme fatales work for is none other than his long lost evil brother, Fuzzy Knuckles! Yes, the inherently evil member of the Knuckles clan, Fuzzy has evil plans for that Pearl Necklace, and it's up to Harry and El Santo to stop those plans! But, that's provided Santo can survive his wrestling ring wedding day, which turns out to be a trap to get him out of the way as he's swarmed by no less than 8 different opponents and must survive the dreaded "Turbo Gerbil" manuever (known in the US as "the Richard Gere") in order to retain not only his living legend status, but also his life! Meanwhile, Harry seeks the wisdom of a barfly sage in a sombrero known as the Man in the Hat (Mr. Troma; Lloyd Kaufman... not that goofy asexual guy from Curious George), gets drunk and learns he'll find Fuzzy by following Cassie. As such, Santo and Harry hunt down the foxy bitches and a melee ensues that includes Harry getting his ass stabbed (with a metal knife, not a meat one, so don't get so terrified), Gail making face time with some jagged rocks at the bottom of a chasm, Cassie getting a second chance at living the life of a hero and Harry delivering a double titty punching to make Jackie Chan wipe a tear from his eye.

With the girls taken out of the picture, it's little more than a chase scene, a Parent Trap type fight and a broken "leg" later before Fuzzy's defeated and sent to prison. Our movie doesn't end there though my friends, because you still need to find out what parts a nipple tweaking Scotsman, a malnourished ninja broad, a pair of dueling paddle boats, the return of the clockwork Yeti and a funeral (yes, a funeral) for Harry all have to play before the final credits (and subsequent bloopers) roll. Yeah, there's a lot to take in here kids... maybe a little too much.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the movie. I mean, everything that made the original Harry Knuckles short so much fun to watch is here. The cast, the crew, the writing, the gags, the intentional Godzilla Lip. It's all here and it's all great, but there's just, well, too much of it. "Too much of a good thing" is a popular cliche to throw around, and as much as I try to avoid the easy way out, I've gotta say it: Harry Knuckles and the Pearl Necklace is too much of a good thing. The concept is south-of-the-borderline perfection in an easily digested, bite-size twenty minute dose, but when you run the same gag on repeat for almost two hours, you get desensitized to it. Had all of this material been cut down into six seperate episodes and presented on a DVD in a serial format, I probably couldn't praise it more, but as it stands, I started to wish it would all just end, like one of those gags that burns on for five minutes in the last couple seasons of "Family Guy". With this one snore inducing exception, all of the positive praise tossed around in my other Harry Knuckles review stands. This is a parody made by and for the right people. Let's just hope that next time they know where to draw the line.