The plot is pretty much the same old deal from the first two, still spoofing old Bond movies.
Goldmember developed a power unit for a tractor beam which Dr.
Evil with sharks with laser beams attached to their heads, a request that had gone unfulfilled previously.
Evil is growing a little repetitious, and Fat Bastard, in his attempt to keep our attention, has escalated his adventures with bodily functions into a kind of manic bathroom zeal.
My birth mother was incinerated, and I only survived because her smoking carcass had formed a protective cocoon of slaughtered human effluence.