Time for more randomness and confusion.

Dave ran down the road. Realising that things would be much more helpful (hint hint) if he was Garbageman, he broke out the cheek twitch of doom, secret command and transformer from Dave to Garbageman.
It didn’t work.
Dave stood there in the street for five minutes, uselessly twitching his cheek.
"Oh no!" he cried in the style of a cheap children’s cartoon character who elaborates on the whole plot in one sentence so things aren’t too confusing for the junior audience, "The machine of downright unhelpfulness is active this very instant, I have no idea where the mad Professor is, and I have a couple of dangerous lunatics on my tail!"
And, just to add a twist to the plot, a large watermelon materialised out of thin air above Dave and fell on his head. He dropped to the ground, unconscious. (The reason for this was that Olaf, in his state of weakness, could not materialise himself anywhere yet. He was trying to help Dave by sending him the contents of his fruit bowl.)
Thirty minutes later, Dave was still on the ground unconscious, when Nerd Boy and Norman ran up, gasping and spluttering. (Neither of them worked out.)
"What’s happened here?" Norman exclaimed stupidly, eyes boggling at the smashed melon all over knocked-out Dave’s face.
Nerd boy sighed. He had already read and memorised the script, analysed all possible outcomes and played a quick game of chess in his head against himself on the way there. (He lost the chess game. And won it, too.)
"Well, it’s obvious Dave needs hospitilisation for at least the next two blogs! It seems the world needs a new hero!
I
AM
THAT
HERO!"
And with that optimistic statement Nerd Boy jumped into his Nerdmobile (conveniently parked nearby, a clapped out old Mitsubishi chariot) and sped off to the Evil lair (which was in the Istanbul version of Woolworths, pronounced "whkool whkearths".)

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