Banana Man is a mild-mannered janitor at night. Straps a banana to his head and fights crime during the day. Mostly littering.
Sunlight filters through the dusty blinds, throwing a few rays over the figure of our hero, sitting in his stained tighty-whities in the battered beige Lay-Z-Boy facing the unblinking eye of the TeeVee.
The TV is not on. Banana Man is staring at the motes of dust floating in the sunlight. He is thinking about his #1 nemesis: Time Horse.
How do you catch a villain who can simply time travel away just as you are about to apprehend him? Also he can gallop.
Banana Man narrows his eyes. He has no plan, but it Must. Be. Done.