Banana Man is a mild-mannered janitor at night. Straps a banana to his head and fights crime during the day. Mostly littering. Twice a month he gets his son for the weekend. Kid Banana.
Dad: Look sharp, Kid Banana!
Son: But dad, my banana hood itches… [sfx: head scratching]
Dad: Good! That will keep you sharp.
Banana Man peers around, keeping a sharp eye out. For anything.
Son: [sfx: wet squish sound] Dad! I stepped in it!
The both look down at the pile of fresh horse road apples on the ground, still steaming.
Son: (wails) Ah, man! That wasn’t there a moment ago.
Banana Man looks down, hands on hips, lips trembling. You can almost see the smoke coming out of his banana. He raises his fists to the sky.
Dad: (screams) TIME HORSE!!!
[sfx: horse] In the distance we hear Time Horse whinny. A haunting laugh.