Banana Man Begins

Dimmsdale docks, night time

Two separate groups of SUVs drive up under the pale moonlit night into a cargo storage facility, empty until the vehicles drive in to park at the sides. After a few clicks and shutting of doors, the passengers and drivers meet at the center with some carrying suitcases.

Two men from the two groups walk out towards the center to place down foldable tables, before standing at attention while two pudgy men walk forward from the groups along with a finely dressed assistant carrying a suitcase of their own. The assistants place the suitcases down onto the foldable tables, the pudgy 'leaders' from the separate groups eyed each other down.

"You got the stuff?" The pudgy one on the left asked with an edge to his tone.

The other leader patted the suitcase he walked up to on his side, "That depends, you got the dough?" He asked with a smirk.

After a few moments passed between the two, the men simultaneously opened their suitcases. The one on the left gestured at his sealed up sourdough within dozens of bags within his suitcases, "Primo Dough, Frankie, you won't get this anywhere else." The pudgy man exclaimed with a sleazy smile.

'Frankie' patted the packages of wheat flour within his suitcase, "Top of the line angel white wheat powder, a bakery's must have for the best all purpose flour. My best product Gustavo." Frankie announced with a boastful attitude.

Frankie gestured for his men to begin the transaction, "Good, now let's get this deal over with before 'he' might show up." He spat with disdain

Gustavo chuckle, "Oh come now, you'd believe that nonsense?" He asked his fellow bakery mafia ring leader.

Frankie glanced around when he noticed none of his henchmen were bringing over the suitcases, Gustavo noticed the sudden silence and turned around to look behind him as well. The storage facility was not empty of every henchmen, save for the assistants and the pudgy bosses. Everywhere they looked, floors were littered with banana peels, the vehicles were splattered with ripe bananas, Frankie was the first to turn back around when he heard a whoosh and splatter.

Frankie began to hyperventilate when Gustavo and the assistants were nowhere to be seen, the bakery mafioso backed up only to bump into something that had him swivel in place and look at a shadowy figure. After a few second passed, Frankie yelled out towards the unknown figure. "What are you!" He yelled.

The figure walked forward with a banana peel over his eyes as a domino mask that was wrapped around their head, the person grappled onto the pudgy leader's arm and spoke. "Your daily dose of potassium!" The person spoke in a gravelly tone.

"...what?" Frankie asked in a confused tone.

"I am Banana Man!"

The sounds of desperate shouts of mercy echoed throughout the docks as squads of police cars drove to catch the wheat and dough mafias, and to finally catch a certain banana cape crusader

Within one sheriff's police vehicle was Commissioner Ramsay, he was still on the fence with the latest vigilante running amok and dismantling the bakery goods mafias, but the Mayor has been riding his tail on capturing the masked individual. The wailing sirens of every police car could be heard as he sat in the passenger's seat, his deputy Fieri was the one driving.

As the police vehicles reached the building detailed from an anonymous tip off, (Ramsay betted his bottom dollar it was Banana Man), he could hear the roaring sound of a tank engine. Every car halted as a banana on treads drove out from a nearby storage Facility, and off in the opposite direction of where the police were.

Commissioner Ramsay fumbled with his radio before addressing a view orders, "Alright, units five through ten, stay behind, the rest of you follow me after the vigilante!" Ramsay ordered, prompting his deputy Fieri to gun it and chase after the giant mobile Banana.

Turner's residence

Laying down across the sofa within the living room, Vicky had a bored expression on her face as she channel surfed. She had just arrived to look after the buck tooth twerp, unfortunately the Turner's had informed her that Ricky was supposed to arrive not long after to look at their hot water heater.

And here she thought it would finally be a night without having to deal with that crazy nut…

The teenage girl perked up when she landed on a live news channel, the camera view had her assume correctly that the news was being televised from a helicopter. Her attention was brought to the tv when the news reporter within the helicopter had mentioned their live broadcast of a police chase, Vicky had an excited expression on her face for some anticipated high speed chase.

"If nothing else." Vicky remarked as she sat up to focus better on the high speed chase, "You can't beat watching some good police chase footage."

"As you can see, the police are in hot pursuit of a giant banana on the highway."

Vicky made an incredulous look, with a bit of scepticism. "Giant banana?" She questioned.

Police chase

Banana man shifted a view gears within his speeding banana tank, the sound of nitrous oxide could be heard before the vehicle that the cape crusader was driving was boosted forward in speed. Banana man glanced at one of his monitors inside his banana themed tank, it showed a camera angle of the back with many police cars in hot pursuit of him.

The potassium theme vigilante glanced forward and down to press a few buttons, within seconds dozens of banana peels were pouring out at the back of the banana mobile.

Quickly noticing the hazardous slipper banana peels, "Get to the side, get to the side!" Commissioner Ramsay commanded deputy Fieri and the squadron of police cars with him through his radio piece.

Many police vehicles swerved to the side to avoid the slippery banana peels, but plenty of the vehicles unfortunately did not swerve in time and spun out of control after driving over the banana peels. Some even managed to somehow flip backwards, and land upside down.

Commissioner Ramsay glanced over his shoulder and back forward with a look of disbelief, "What is this guy's deal with bananas?" he asked.

"Well, bananas are a good source of potassium." Deputy Fieri chimed in as he continued driving the car they were in, earning a dirty look from the commissioner. "I was being rhetorical." Ramsay snapped at his deputy.

Banana man glanced again at his monitor for his rearview banana tank camera, there were still more police in hot pursuit of him. The vigilante had a smirk as he shifted a few more levers in his banana tank, "All right, time for some octane city driving!" The vigilante spoke with a grin.

Turner's Residence

Sitting down on a bean bag chair, Timmy watched his television with an expression of excitement. As an avid reader of the Crimson Chin comics, and fervent fan of the catman show, Timmy didn't think an actual caped crusader would actually exist. The banana theme was weird, but who cares! There was an actual caped crusader going out at night to fight crime!

"Come on Banana man! You can do it!" Timmy cheered for the caped crusader to escape the police, the chase having eventually taken through the city. The godchild had a bucket of popcorn to chow down on as he watched the live broadcast.

Wanda and Cosmo floated nearby sitting in their own floating recliner chairs, "But why bananas?" Wanda asked with a piqued curious look on her face, before she poofed a slushie into existence and sipped from it

Cosmo had a smile on his face, he glanced over at his fairy wife. "Never underestimate the peels of bananas." He chided Wanda with a know it all expression, earning a deadpan look from Wanda.

"Shhh!" Timmy shushed the two, his attention glue to the ongoing police chase. He watched with bated breath as the banana tank drive into a parking garage; after a few minutes of searching from the police and helicopters in the sky, the chase ended with Banana man once again evading the police. "Alright!" Timmy cheered with a leap into the air, and whoop of joy. "Banana man escapes once again to fight crime for another night!" The fairy godchild of Cosmo and Wanda exclaimed.

Later

After a few knocks on the Turner's house front door, Vicky got up to answer with an annoyed expression. "Hold yer horses!" She yelled, only to glower when she opened the door to see Ricky.

"Traffic was a bit awful on the way here!" Ricky reasoned as he waltzed in with a toolbox in hand, Vicky moved out of the way with a few sniffs into the air. "Why do I smell bananas?" She asked in suspicion at Ricky.

Ricky glanced over at Vicky as he walked towards the basement door, "Oh you wouldn't believe what I saw on my here! Bananas strewn about the streets and highways!" He responded with a chuckle.

Vicky acquiesced to the reason, and plopped herself over back onto the living room sofa. "Whatever, just don't make a lot of noise down there!" She snapped irritably, before she resumed her channel surfing on the Turner's television. Now what else was there to watch, she would ponder to herself.

AN; I am the yellow fruit vigilante, I am the one that cramped muscles fear. I strike fear into the hearts of baking goods mafias, the pale moon lit nights shines upon my crusade against over priced fruit stands.

I . AM . BANANA MAN!