BreakOut, Episodes I and II

Dave awoke, (just on time, according to Nerd Boy's earlier predictions) and leapt to his feet, like a deer attempting to jump a fence but not quite making it.
He fell back to the floor.
"Hey, what the?"
Turning, he found himself connected to one of those old ball and chains that they use in old movies for tying up prisoners. Looking around, he realised he was in a prison cell. Norman, the security guard, sat on a simple security guard chair, outside the cell, reading Stories for Good Little Security Guards, edition #12.

Using his amazing powers of deduction, Dave realised something.
"Hey, I'm not on the street anymore!"

"Thats right, Garbageman," Norman laughed, "Or should I say, Ned Kelly???!!!!"
"What? You still think I'm Ned Kelly?" Dave groaned, "I'm not him! I'm actually a super-hero, trying to save the world from certain devestation by certain bananas!"
"Really?" Norman asked, shocked, and easily convinced. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you out."
Pulling out his security guard limited edition prison cell key, Norman walked towards the cell.

Suddenly, and without warning, screaming a loud "MOO/WOOF" (the piece of dog food now gone from his nose), Fido burst through the outer door, and using karate poses and amazing matrix-moves (similar, but much more amazing than the cow matrix-moves in KUNG POW!), spun across the room, kicking Norman to the floor, unlocking the cell door, and carrying Dave to safety in the blink of an eye.

"What?" Norman yelled, "No one escapes from my prison! I'll get you, Garbageman Kelly, if its the last thing I do!"

"Great," Dave sighed, as he raced down the street on Fido's back, "Now Norman thinks I'm a criminal again."
Fido said nothing, but like the brilliant tracking dog he was (or thought he was, we all know he's really a cow but we don't want to disappoint him), followed Nerd Boy's chariot tyre-marks all the way to the Wool-worths hide-out.

He arrived just as the hulking, mauve, einstein-thinking-capabilities but also blindly-enraged, genetically-altered Nerd Boy came bursting out through the wall, pieces of Wanchai still smeared on his face like a piece of cake smeared (like tomato sauce on a piece of bread) on the face of a small child dressed like a cat at a dress up fourth birthday party for some kid named Vincent.

For a moment, time stood still (although it continued to breath and blink as you are allowed to in freeze-frame moments of theatre).
Dave and Francis stared at each other.
A cluster of grapes Olaf had found fell harmlessly to the ground between them.
Somewhere, a worm stretched out in the sun to bathe, and was subsequently snatched up by a mother bird, named Daisy, who had three small baby birds at home and wanted to feed them, poor worm, but really, thats not important to the story.
Fido's tail swished impatiently.

And then, Francis charged.

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