Grueling Banjos (Transcript)

It was another fine day in Petropolis, California, and the Comicgers were looking through a music store to check out some of the instruments. There were a wide variety of instruments on sale and on display, from classical instruments like grand pianos, cellos, and timpani drums, to more rambunctious weapons like electric guitars, saxophones, and rock 'n roll drum sets. The reason they were there is because Monica was looking for new guitar strings because she was starting to take up learning how to play the guitar.

David: I gotta say, Monica, this store's got quite a variety of instruments. ^^

Monica: Yup. They've got everything you could possibly want for your musical needs. All you gotta do is ask.

Paul: Cool. ^^

As Monica starts looking through the supplies, Katie sees a few vintage banjos on display, and decided to check them out.

Katie: Oooooo. These banjos are pretty neat.  I wonder if any of them still play.

Store Employee: Well, some of them still play, but these things are pretty old, going back a few decades. So, you probably shouldn't wanna play any of them.

Katie: Oh, okay.

Store Employee: But, I can show you a couple that are in good condition, if you're interested. ^^

Katie: Sure.

As Katie decides to check out a few banjos in good condition, William starts listening to a few samples of music alongside David.

David: I bet you're listening to something good, huh, Will?

William: (not hearing him because of the headphones) What, David?

David: I said "I bet you're listening to something good, huh, Will?"

William: Oh. (takes the headphones off) Maybe you oughta hear 'em for yourself! (puts the headphones on David's head)

David: (hearing some punk rock music) YEEEESSSSH! (takes the headphones off) I'm not much for punk rock, myself.

William: Oh, sorry. I kinda like it, myself. But, hey, it's your tastes. So, who am I to judge?

David: Yeah. ^^

Meanwhile, Monica was getting a few guitar strings, when she finds Katie looking at a few banjos in good condition with the store employee.

Katie: (strumming on the banjo) Hey! This banjo plays pretty good. ^^

Store Employee: Yeah, one of a kind. ^^

Monica: (approaching Katie) Hey, Katie! I got the guitar strings. Did ya find anything you like?

Katie: Yeah. This pretty neat banjo. ^^ How much for it?

Store Employee: $35.

Katie: Ooooo. That's a bit pricey, don't you think?  I'll have to come back when I have enough, though.

Store Employee: Fair enough. (turns to Monica) You found everything, miss?

Monica: Oh, yes. (approaches the register with the strings)

Outside the store, Grunemitt was spying on them from the window, and thinks he's found an idea for Darkanos' next plan.

Grunemitt: So, the Comicgers like music, huh? Then, let's use those tunes against them! (buzzes back to Darkanos' fortress)

Meanwhile, at Darkanos' fortress, Blaludon has gotten a few Paraxis together to form a bluegrass band, and headlining it was a monster resembling a banjo with two eyes on top of the banjo head, a flat barber shop quartet hat on top of them, two arms and legs covered with pinstripe suit sleeves, and also wearing black spat shoes on his feet, white gloves on his hands, and cuffs on his wrists. He was Banjerk, and Blaludon wanted to use him to impress Darkanos, but in reality all it's doing is giving him a headache.

Darkanos: (hearing the music from his throne room, and covering his ears) Auuuugh! Where is that noise coming from?

Blaludon: (conducting the band) Play louder, everyone! I can hear Lord Darkanos coming to us right now!

Banjerk: (in a Southern accent) Y'all got it, sugar! (strumming the strings on himself)

The Paraxis were blowing into trumpets, banging cymbals, and beating parade drums (very badly), as Darkanos comes in to silence the racket.

Darkanos: What's going on here?!? I can't hear myself think!

Blaludon: Oh, my lord. I've decided to put together a bluegrass band in hopes of impressing you. Don't you like it? ^^

Darkanos: About as much as I like the Comicgers! (sees Banjerk) And, who's this?

Banjerk: Why, my name is Banjerk, master! (tips his hat to him) My banjo music can make anyone become one o' yer slaves. ^^ Wanna hear a sample?

Darkanos: No!

Banjerk: Y'all got it! (starts strumming his strings, and the Paraxis keep playing their musical instruments, as they were succumbed to his music)

Darkanos: (unimpressed) I'm not impressed. Maybe I might change my mind once I send you to brainwash the poor souls of Petropolis.

Banjerk: That would sure be swell, master. ^^

Then, Grunemitt arrives to see that Darkanos already has a music monster ready to go.

Grunemitt: Sire, I've discovered that Comic Pink has an interest in banjos. Maybe we can... (sees Banjerk) I see you're a step ahead of me. (under his breath) As usual.

Darkanos: Fascinating. Then, I've got a perfect job for Banjerk. I'd like him to pose as a normal banjo, and have him be delivered to Comic Pink asap. ^^

Banjerk: Consider it done, sugar! ^^ (transforms himself into a regular banjo)

Darkanos: And, Blaludon, since you're so into this music scene as well, I'd like YOU to be the one to deliver Banjerk to Comic Pink so he can carry out my plan.

Blaludon: As you wish, my lord. (bows to him, and takes Banjerk as she walks off)

Darkanos: And, Grunemitt, take a couple of Paraxis, and wait for the right moment to attack the Comicgers! It'll distract them while Banjerk makes slaves out of those poor citizens.

Grunemitt: Sure thing, sire.  (follows Blaludon back outside)

Darkanos: Soon, those Comicgers will be dancing to a different tune. (laughs evilly)

Meanwhile, the Comicgers were taking a walk through the park after Monica bought her guitar strings.

Paul: So, what made you wanna take guitar lessons, Monica?

Monica: Well, I figured since I'm such a fan of classic rock, I should probably embrace my inner rock star and try to learn the tricks of the trade. ^^

William: Well, I'm glad you decided to take up a hobby yourself. And, who knows? YOu might end up somewhere down the road. ^^

Monica: Hey, baby steps, Will. ^^

William: Okay okay.

They then come across Gerald and Harold, who were pushing a wheelbarrow carrying some gardening tools, and carrying a couple of shovels and pick axes as part of their next scheme to discover the Comicgers' true identities.

David: (seeing them) Hey, guys! Doin' a little gardening?

Gerald: For your information, we're planning to create a life cast of the Comicgers' footprints in hopes of discovering who they truly are under those helmets!

Harold: Yeah! We're gonna find a pair of their footprints from their previous monster fight, and make a mold of that!

Katie: How're you gonna find their footprints?

Gerald: I've been studying them on the previous news story. They should be somewhere.... (points in a Northwest direction) That way! Let's go, Harold! Let's leave these doinks to do whatever.

Harold: If you say so.

Then, Gerald and Harold leave to put their plan in motion.

David: Do they ever learn?

Paul: Apparently not, given how stubborn they are.

They continue walking when they see Blaludon, who was wearing a long black coat to disguise herself, approaching them with Banjerk in his banjo disguise.

David: Uh, can we help you, ma'am?

Blaludon: Oh, yes. I noticed this young girl has an interest in banjos, so I figured she would like to have this. (gives Katie Banjerk)

Katie: (surprised) Wow. Okay, ma'am. (pulls out her wallet) How much do you want for it?

Blaludon: Oh, no charge at all. I'm practically giving this to you for free. ^^

Katie: Free, huh? (puts her wallet away) Okay, cool. ^^ (takes Banjerk from her) That's very generous.

Blaludon: Oh, I'm sure you'll find a very good use for it.  Well, I gotta go. Good-bye! (leaves the Comicgers)

David: What was THAT all about?

Monica: I dunno. But, that seemed pretty suspicious to me.

William: Yeah, me too.

Katie: But, at least I got a free banjo out of it. Now, I won't have to pay 35 dollars for the one at the store. ^^

David: I dunno, Katie. Something seems a bit off here.

Paul: David's right. We'd better scan this thing to see what's hidden inside.

Then, they return to Paul's house, and they use a scanner that he himself created to scan Banjerk to see if there's anything suspicious about it.

Paul: Okay, this quick scan should do the trick. (activates the scanner, and starts scanning Banjerk)

But, Banjerk knew that the Comicgers would try to do this. So, he hid his evil energies during the scan to make it so he's just a normal banjo. After the scan, Paul didn't find anything at all.

Paul: Well, I guess this banjo checks out. ^^

William:  What a relief. At first I thought it would be one of Darkanos' monsters.

Katie: Okay. (takes back the banjo) Now, that we know that there's nothing suspicious about this banjo, let's go in the backyard and test it out. ^^

David: I see no reason why not. ^^

Monica: I still think there's something fishy going on here.

Katie: Well, we'll know it when we see it. C'mon. ^^

Out in the backyard of the Bison household, the Comicgers were chatting when Paul's mom comes out with lunch for them.

Mrs. Bison: Oh, there you are, kids! I figured you could use some lunch. ^^ (gives each Comicger a plate of fries covered in gravy and cheese)

David: Uh, what's this, Mrs. Bison?

Mrs. Bison: Poutine, a Canadian dish that's rare to find in the U.S.

Paul: (eating the poutine) Try it, you guys! It's delicious!

William: (trying it, and loving it) Mmmmmmmm. This is delicious!

Monica: (liking it as well) Yeah, this IS good. ^^

David: (taking a forkful of poutine, and tries) Mmmmmmmm. (suddenly likes it) Hey! This is good. ^^

Paul: Told ya. ^^

Katie: (holding up Banjerk) So, how about a few notes from my new banjo. Daddy's been teaching me the trade for a while now. ^^

David: Sure. We don't mind. ^^

Monica: Oh, boy.

Katie: Okay. (starts strumming on Banjerk, which caused him to glow a little bit) Huh? Did you guys see that?

Paul: (mouth full of poutine) See what?

William: No, wait! I saw it, too! Strum it again, Katie.

Katie strums it again, a bit harder than the previous time, which caused Banjerk to glow even more. This in turn caused Banjerk to break his banjo disguise, and revert back to his original form.

Banjerk: (tipping his hat to the Comicgers) Howdy do, Comicgers!

Katie: AAAUUUGGGHHH!!! Is that...?

David: Banjerk! From Comicgers Issue #57! Whatever you do, don't listen to his banjo music! If you do, you'll be under his control!

Monica: (quickly putting on her headphones) Gotcha!

Banjerk: Let me give y'all a sample of my work! (starts strumming his strings, which causes Mrs. Bison to be under his control)

Paul: (covering his ears) Oh, no! My mom's under his control!

Katie: What have I done?!?

Banjerk: Love to stick around, Comicgers, but I gotta be goin'! Lots of citizens to make into slaves for my lord Darkanos. ^^ See ya 'round! (runs off to cause trouble in Petropolis)

David: There he goes! We gotta go after him!

Monica: See, Katie? This is why you don't take things from strangers!

Katie: I'm sorry, guys.

Mrs. Bison: (in a zombie like state) All hail Darkanos. All hail Darkanos.

Paul: Oh, no. Mom's under his spell. My dad's gonna be REALLY mad when he gets home.

David: We'll worry about that later. Right now, we gotta stop that crazy banjo! (holds up his Comic Turner) Ready, guys?

William, Katie, Paul, and Monica: (holding up theirs) Ready!

Comicgers: Comic Turners, activate! (the Comic Turners convert to their original forms) Comic Powers! Turn On! (flicking the on switch on their Comic Turners, and morphing into their Ranger forms)

The Comicgers quickly follow Banjerk throughout the neighborhood as he plays his banjo music to any nearby bystanders fall under his spell. The Comicgers themselves weren't affected because their helmets had special technology that allowed them to filter out any unwanted noise.

David: It seems that Banjerk's music is starting to control a couple of people!

Paul: Thankfully, the technology in our helmets can filter out all that awful music!

Katie: (seeing Banjerk heading for the park) He's headed for the park! C'mon!

They follow Banjerk to the park, where Banjerk has rendezvoused with Grunemitt, who was ready to begin the next phase of the attack. The Comicgers eventually caught up with him, and saw Grunemitt, too.

William: We've got you now, Banjerk!

David: And, look who else is here. The world's ONLY mixed breed of bug puppy.

Grunemitt: Do NOT call me that!

Monica: Why not? It's very fitting.

Banjerk: Darn those helmets of theirs! They keep drowning out my music!

Grunemitt: No matter. We'll just to destroy them the old fashioned way.  (calls for his Paraxis) Come forward, Paraxis!

The Paraxis materialize in front of Grunemitt and Banjerk.

Grunemitt: ATTACK!!!

Paraxis: (attacking the Comicgers)

David: C'mon, guys! Let's offer a little pest control!

Katie, Paul, William, and Monica: Right!

Then, the Comicgers start fighting the Paraxis. Meanwhile, Gerald and Harold, who weren't affected by Banjerk's music, starting setting up their supplies to make the molds of the Comicgers' footprints.

Harold: Okay, explain to me the plan again.

Gerald: (sighs) Okay, you ever see that Disney movie, "Cinderella," where the Duke goes around the kingdom with the glass slipper and tries it out on all the girls to try and find the perfect fit?

Harold. Yeah. So?

Gerald: So... we make a mold of the Comicgers' footprints after their recent battle with the monster of the day, and once it hardens, we try it out on everyone in the city, and see if we have a match!

Harold: (suddenly remembers) Oh, yeah! That's actually a well thought-out plan, Gerald. ^^

Gerald: I know! (suddenly sees the Comicgers fighting the Paraxis nearby) A-ha! There they are! Let's wait 'til their finished, and then we'll make the mold!

Harold: Got it!

They duck down to watch the fight from a safe distance. Back with the fight, William and Monica were double teaming the Paraxis with their new exclusive Sketch Whips, while David and Paul dealt with Grunemitt, who was striking at them with his swords.

Grunemitt: I've been waiting a long time for this! (slashes away at them)

David: (blocking with his Sketch Blade) Frankly, I've been getting a tad impatient with you! (breaks the clash, and kicks him in the stomach)

Paul: (drawing his Art Laser) Art Laser! (aims at Grunemitt) FIRE!!! (fires a few blasts at Grunemitt, making him fall over)

Meanwhile, Katie has her Art Laser in sword mode, and she was fighting with Banjerk, who was defending himself by blasting exploding music notes at her, which she dodges with her ballet skills. As she strikes at him with her Art Laser, Banjerk blocks each hit, and she backhands him in his banjo head.

Katie: And, for the record, your music stinks!

Banjerk: Okay! Y'all are actually a lot tougher than I thought, but now it's time I vamoosed outta here! In the meantime, I'll let ya meet my adorin' fans! (starts playing his music, and making his victims start attacking the Comicgers)

William: (after finishing off the Paraxis) Uh-oh! It seems everyone that Banjerk's controlling is attacking us!

Banjerk: TTFN! Ta-ta for now, Comicgers! (disappears from the fight)

Grunemitt: COME BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!! (growls at the Comicgers) We'll settle this later, Rangers!

Grunemitt buzzes back to Darkanos' fortress, leaving the Comicgers at the mercy of the brainwashed citizens.

Monica: Uh-oh! Looks like we're gonna end up like Frankenstein's monster!

The citizens all had torches, pitchforks, guns, and machetes (one of them had a hangman's noose), and were getting closer to the Comicgers.

David: Everyone! Listen to me! It's that monster that's making you all do this!

Katie: Yeah, we don't wanna hurt you!

William: (hearing his Comic Turner buzz) Saved by the buzz! (answers it) Mr. Chippendale! I think we got a situation here!

Stanley: "I'm aware of that, William! Get away from that angry mob, and return to the studio ASAP! You can use the sewers to escape from them!"

William: Got it! (cuts the feed) Guys! Let's take the sewers, and head back to the studio ASAP!

David: You don't have to tell ME twice!

The Comicgers did back flips to a nearby drainage pipe, and avoided the angry mob to escape.

Katie: (grossed out) You sure about this?

David: Hey, if it worked well for another group of anthropomorphic teenagers, it'll work good for us! Now, let's go!

As they escaped, Gerald and Harold waited for the mob to disappeared, and then they made their move.

Gerald: They're gone! C'mon, Harold, let's make the molds!

Harold: (pushing the wheelbarrow containing the supplies) Right behind ya, buddy!

Gerald: Fame and fortune, here we come!

They then went over to the footprints, and began making molds of them. Meanwhile, the Comicgers have de-morphed, and popped out of the sewers in front of the studio.

William: That wasn't so bad. ^^

Katie: (covered in raw sewage) Easy for YOU to say.

David: Quick, let's get inside before that angry mob comes back!

They then went inside the building, and proceeded into the elevator to the studio, where Stanley was waiting for them.

Stanley: Oh, thank goodness you're all alright.

David: Dad, that monster just turned those poor people into a rampaging angry mob. He probably knows we can't hurt them, and he thinks that by turning them against us, we'll be destroyed!

Stanley: I've noticed. Banjerk's spell has a pretty strong grasp on its victims, so in order to break the spell, you'll have to beat him in a banjo duel.

Paul: Is that all? Well, lucky for us, Katie knows a thing or two about strumming on banjos, doesn't she?

Katie: Well... it wasn't ACTUALLY a banjo my dad taught me to play, though, but it's actually something similar to one. It's an Indian stringed instrument called a sitar. It's kinda like a guitar, but much more exotic looking. I'm pretty sure it's the same kinda thing, isn't it?

Stanley: (thinking about it, and looking through Issue #57 to see if it counts) Well, the comic never says that it should specifically be a banjo, so I guess any stringed instrument would count.

Katie: Okay, then. I'll have to ask my dad if I could borrow his sitar for this mission.

Monica: I wonder what kinda excuse you'll give him when he starts asking why?

Katie: I'll say that I'm borrowing it to give you guitar lessons, Monica. Since you ARE learning how to play the guitar.

Monica: Okay, cool. ^^

William: Also, he can fire exploding music notes at us! We gotta be on our toes when he strikes again!

Stanley: Yes, that is true. We'd better hope that Katie's lessons on the sitar are actually good.

Katie: I hope so, too. For all our sakes.

Then, Katie and Monica arrive at Katie's house in hopes of asking Katie's dad, retired Indian ballet dancer Rajah Bengalo, if they could borrow his sitar to defeat Banjerk.

Monica: You think he'd let you borrow something he holds dear to his heart?

Katie: He wouldn't if I didn't have a good reason, Monica. It's the fact that I might not be as good a player that's got ME worried.

They knocked on the door of Rajah's office where he was doing some bills. Rajah was an older Bengal tiger with a small black beard and he was wearing a red golf shirt, khaki pants, a watch on his left wrist, a gold chain bracelet on his right, and a blue turban on his head. When the girls came in, Rajah notices them immediately.

Rajah: Ah, Katie! What can I do for you and your friend?

Katie: Hey, Dad. ^^ Listen, Monica's taking some guitar lessons, and I figured I should give her a few pointers. So, I was wondering, can I borrow your sitar so I can do just that?

Rajah: (confused)  But, my sitar is a very delicate instrument. I would be very devastated if anything were to happen to it.

Monica: Really means a lot to you, doesn't it, Mr. Bengalo?

Rajah: Oh, yes. It was my grandfather's sitar, and he taught me how to play it. When I retired from ballet, I brought it with me when I moved to America, and married Katie's mother. Not to mention, a replacement sitar would cost me a lot of money.

Katie: I understand, Dad. I promise I'll take VERY good care of it.

Rajah: Alright. (goes over to the closet, and takes the sitar, which was still in its case, out, and gives it to Katie) And, once you're done, put it back in its case!

Katie: Yes, Daddy! (hugs him)

Rajah: (hugs her back) That's my girl. Now, you girls run along now! I've got some bills to pay.

Katie: Okay. Thanks very much, Dad! (leaves with Monica)

Rajah: (sitting back down) Any time, sweetie! Any time!

As they head out of the house, Katie opens the case to get a good look at the sitar.

Katie: There it is! My dad's sitar!

Monica: Let's hope it's enough to put an end to Banjerk!

Katie: Yeah! But, it's our best chance. Let's go! (closes the case, and heads back to the studio with Monica)

Once they returned, they noticed that Stanley has just picked up Banjerk's signal on the tracking system. He was back in the park, finishing what he had just started.

Stanley: Your timing is perfect, girls! We just picked up Banjerk's signal. He's back in the park, finishing up what he started.

David: So, did you get the sitar from your dad, Katie?

Katie: Oh, yeah! (holds up the sitar to show them) He told me NOT to get it damaged in any way. It really means a lot to him.

William: Not to worry. We just need it to partake in the banjo duel. It's not like we're gonna use it to bash him across the head with it.

Paul: Well, I heard an agent of TUFF does just THAT with HIS guitar.

William: Well, we're not that particular TUFF agent.

Stanley: Okay, enough talk! You kids better get down to the park, and mute that banjo!

Katie: Say no more, Mr. Chippendale! (holds up her Comic Turner) Ready, guys?

David, Monica, William, and Paul: (holding up theirs) Ready!

Comicgers: Comic Turners, activate! (the Comic Turners convert to their original forms) Comic Powers! Turn On! (they flick the on switch on their Comic Turners, and morph into their Ranger forms)

They then took their Sketch Cycles, and headed straight for the park. Along the way, they run into a couple of winged Paraxis, who were flying down at their blasting at them with their laser spears.

David: Guys! Paraxis at 12 o'clock!

Katie: (dodging their blasts, making sure the sitar isn't damaged) You guys hold them off, I'm going after Banjerk!

Paul: (firing his Sketch Cycle's lasers at the Paraxis) Be careful, Katie!

Monica: (dodging the blasts as well) I'm going with Katie to make sure the sitar doesn't get damaged!

David: (firing his lasers as well) Good luck, you two!

Then, Katie and Monica ride to the park while the boys fend off the Paraxis. At the park, Banjerk was using his music to brainwash some more innocent civilians when Katie and Monica park their Sketch Cycles, and approach Banjerk.

Katie: (taking the sitar out of the case, and it was thankfully undamaged) Oh, thank God.  Now, let's give Banjerk a taste of his own medicine!

Monica: Right! (approaching Banjerk) Yo, Banjerk! Ready for an encore?

Banjerk: Back so soon, eh? (sees the sitar) You think that little sitar is gonna stop me?

Katie: Oh, yeah! Because I challenge you to a banjo duel!

Banjerk: (looking at the sitar more closely) Oh, whatever! If your instrument has strings and you can strum it, it's fair game in my book.

Katie: Fair enough. Let's duel!

Monica: Good luck, Katie!

Then, Katie and Banjerk start strumming away with their stringed instruments in hopes of besting the other. Banjerk seems to have the upper hand with his banjo expertise, given how much Katie is stumbling a bit. But, once Katie found her bearings, she started strumming away on the sitar also like she's a rock star on it.

Monica: Whoa! Go, Katie! You're a natural at this!

Banjerk: What? How are y'all doin' that? (keeps strumming on his strings to try and keep up, but couldn't quite measure up)

Katie: It's working! He's failing to catch up! (continues strumming as hard as she can)

Eventually, Banjerk couldn't keep up, and as a result, his banjo strings broke apart, and everyone who was under his control were broken free, even Paul's mother.

Mrs. Bison: (feeling a little funny) Huh? What just happened?

Banjerk: (seeing his strings broken) Aw, fiddlesticks! My strings broke! Now, my hold over all these poor saps is broken!

Katie: And, that's not all that's gonna be broken! Here, Monica. Keep this safe! (gives Monica the sitar)

Monica: You got it! (takes the sitar, and brings it back to its case)

Katie: (pulls out her Sketch Whip) Now, let's whip you into submission! Sketch Whip, power up! Final strike!!! (cracks the whip hard at Banjerk, making him fly back a bit)

Back with the boys, they were just about done with dealing with the Paraxis, and David takes to the skies, and fires his lasers at the Paraxis heading towards William and Paul.

David: Heads up, you guys! (fires the lasers at the Paraxis, causing them to dematerialize)

William:  Thanks, David.

David: (pulling up towards them) No prob. Now, let's check up with the girls!

Paul: Yeah, I sure hope that sitar will be a lifesaver!

They get on their Sketch Cycles, and ride onto the park. They eventually arrive at the park to see that Katie defeated Banjerk in the banjo duel, and Monica returning after she put away the sitar.

David: Wow! You did it, Katie!

Katie: Yeah! It turns out the sitar worked out better than I thought. ^^ (suddenly gets contacted by Stanley) Yeah, Mr. Chippendale?

Stanley: "Katie, I saw the whole thing on the tracking system, and I just realized: just using normal banjos against Banjerk won't beat him in a banjo duel, but any other stringed instruments would do the trick against him."

Katie: Wow, thanks, Mr. C. It would've been great if you told me this sooner, though.

Stanley: "Sorry, Katie. It slipped my mind.  But, it turns out your dad's sitar was perfect for the job after all."

Katie: I know! It really saved our butts in this one!

Banjerk: (struggling to get back up)

Blaludon: (appearing next to Banjerk) I guess it's time to up the tempo, here! (blows one of her magic kisses at Banjerk, making him grow)

Banjerk: Now, it's time for my comeback performance!

David: (seeing how big Banjerk got) Whoa!!! That's one big banjo! (contacts Stanley) Dad, you better send the Action Vehicles!

Stanley: Say no more, son! (uses the gem on his pencil to bring his drawings of the Action Vehicles into the real world)

Once the Action Vehicles appear, they start making their way to the Comicgers.

David: Thanks, Dad! (cuts the feed) Let's go, guys!

The Comicgers immediately get into their Action Vehicles, and begin to log on.

David: Comic Racer, ready to go!

William: Comic Tumbler, all set!

Paul: Comic Armorer, online!

Monica: Comic Turbine, flyin' high!

Katie: Comic Mini, revvin' up!

David: Alright, guys! Let's form Action Comic Robo!

Then, the Action Vehicles come together to form the Action Comic Robo.

Banjerk: How about some music to soothe the savage Robo? (plays his broken strings, and was able to summon his exploding music notes) Time for you to hit a high note! (throws the notes at the ACR)

The ACR gets hit by the music notes, which causes it to stumble a little bit.

Katie: Uggggghhhhhh. I'm getting REALLY tired of Banjerk's little song and dance!

David: Me too, Katie! C'mon, guys! Let's end this musical number!

The ACR gets back on its feet, and starts fighting Banjerk. The ACR throws a right cross at Banjerk, but he dodges, and hits it with a hook kick. The ACR retaliates with an uppercut to his banjo head, and Banjerk side kicks the ACR in the chest as a result. The ACR then back hands Bankerk, making him collapse.

Banjerk: I sure hope y'all would stick around for the grand finale.

William: Yeah, but it's YOU that's gonna make an exit! David!

David: On it! (starts inputting the code for the sword)

Then, the Comic Sword materializes in the ACR's right hand.

Banjerk: You won't be cutting MY strings again! (charges at the ACR with a punch)

The ACR blocks the punch with the sword, and pushes him back a bit. Banjerk throws a few more punches and kicks at the ACR, but it was able to overpower Banjerk easily.

David: Okay, now it's time you started playing the blues back in the comics!

Comicgers: Comic Sword! FINAL STRIKE!!!

The ACR raises the sword high up in the air, and it glows the Comicgers' colors. Then, it swings down, slicing Banjerk right down the middle.

Banjerk: TARNATION!!! I've played my final melody!!! (falls down and explodes, sending his spirit back to the comics)

At the music store that the Comicgers had just visited, and the store employee that was showing Katie the vintage banjos was reading through Issue #57 when Banjerk found it, and returned to the issue. It left a little shock that he felt a little bit.

Store Employee: Wow! This is a pretty sick issue!

Store Owner: Hey, Marvin! Come and help me unload these boxes.

Then, Marvin gets up and helps out the store owner. Back at Darkanos' fortress, Darkanos wasn't to pleased to hear that Banjerk was sent back to the comics, but at the same time, he's glad that he's gone.

Darkanos: Blast it all! Another scheme thwarted by those brats! But, I should thank them as well. At least I won't have to hear that awful ever again.

Blaludon: Aw, now my band won't take off without him.

Darkanos: (walks off) But, even still, those Comicgers are becoming a real pain to me. One of these days, I will destroy them! (clenches his fist in rage, causing it to glow purple)

The next day, the Comicgers were at Crystal Comics, and reflecting on the big battle against Banjerk.

William: Man, that Banjerk sure was a piece of work, wasn't he?

David: But, if it weren't for Katie's expertise on her dad's sitar, we never would've been able to beat him. ^^

Katie: Awww, thanks guys. ^^ And, when I returned the sitar to my dad, he was wondering why Comic Pink was using a similar sitar against Banjerk on the news.

Paul: So, what did you tell him?

Katie: I merely just told him it was a coincidence, and that Comic Pink had a similar taste in music.  He bought it, and never suspected that I was Comic Pink.

Monica: (relieved)  Dodged another bullet there.

Katie: Yeah, totally.

As the Comicgers were going to check out the action figures, Gerald and Harold pop into the store with the full mold of the Comicgers' footprints so they can have everyone in the store put their feet in them.

Gerald: EVERYONE!!! Your attention, please! My friend Harold and I have created a perfect mold of the Comicgers' footprints from their recent battle with that banjo monster! So, I'd like everyone to form a neat, single-file line by the T-shirts, and put your best foot forward, literally, so we can find a match!

Harold: Yeah, c'mon people! Do as he says!

As everyone starts lining up by the T-shirts, the Comicgers start to get worried.

David: Man, I can't believe they did it!

William: Me neither! If they discover our true identities, the media will get all up in your dad's face!

Monica: Can't we do something about this?

Gerald: (struggling to carry the mold, which was pretty big) Ooooo. Careful, Harold! This mold is very big! And, VERY fragile!

Harold: I'm holding! I'm holding!

However, the two dingbats were unaware that Big Louie was mopping the store's floor, and had the wet floor sign on it. As they were walking to the T-shirts, Gerald starts slipping on the wet floor, which causes him and Harold to fall on their butts, and drop the mold, causing it to break apart.

Everyone: (laughing at their failure)

Big Louie: (annoyed) Oh, brother. I just mopped that floor! Now, you two are gonna help me mop up the floor again! (giving Gerald and Harold two extra mops) Now, chop-chop! Get cleanin'!!!

Gerald: DARN!!! Foiled again! (takes the mop) After we clean this floor, it's back to the drawing board!

Harold: So much for this being a good idea.

As Gerald and Harold start mopping up the floor, the Comicgers were relieved to have their secret safe again.

Paul: Man, that was a close one for sure.

David: Yeah. I guess they really shouldn't stick their feet in other people's business.

Katie: Somehow, I doubt they'll ever realize it.

The Comicgers started laughing as they carried on with their shopping.

THE END