Looking for an evening of high-brow, intellectually stimulating, cinematic entertainment done with sophistication and panache? Look elsewhere! This riotous sequel has very little plot and scads of deliciously vulgar, politically incorrect and just plain idiotic humor as presented by the master of rubber-faced lunacy, Jim Carrey. As a sort of prologue, the great pet detective is assigned to rescue a racoon stranded on a steep Himalayan hillside. After much danger, Ace manages to reach the stranded critter only to accidentally send it hurtling to its death. Devastated, poor Ace enters a Tibetan monastery to search for peace. His quest is interrupted when a British emissary arrives and begs him to head for Africa to locate a stolen sacred white bat. If he does not, two warring tribes will abandon their peace-treaties and resume their bloody feud. Poor Ace is terrified of bats, so that is perhaps why the emissary declined to tell him what kind of creature he was seeking until it was too late for Ace to back out. Once in Africa, the mayhem really begins as he embarks upon a series of utterly tasteless and silly exploits that do not preclude a little social commentary at the expense of the Brits and a subtle message for animal rights.