THE ADVENTURES OF BIPOLAR-MAN
APPOINTMENT SIXTY: Renege Part Six (Season Finale!)

His aim was true. Striking the target, gasps of shock and surprise were heard. The boomerang returned to Safari Bill, having knocked the gun out of Apollyon's grasp. “LEAVE MY FUTURE MAKER ALONE!”
“Wow, you know, I really didn't think you could do that.” Dr. Glove mentioned. “Um... what did you mean by...” Fred told him about Bipolar-man of the future and his author-powers. “Ah, I see.”
“You came just in time.” Apollyon said, turning toward them. “Bipolar-man is too injured and incoherent to pose a threat now, so I can focus completely on you. Aren't you lucky?”
He pressed a button on his gauntlet and his robots surrounded TEAM BIPOLAR.
“No!” Literal boy shouted.
“Like, yeah, dude! That's like, not fair, dude!”
“Neither is life.” replied Apollyon. “Die!”
The robots opened fire. It was all our heroes could do to get to cover, which was soon dangerously damaged.
“This is bad!” Fred said.
“No, This is This, not Bad.”
“Shut it, Literal boy! Say, where'd Dr. Glove go?”
(A place far, far away.)
The robots approached them, reloading their guns. Safari Bill got an idea. “Fred! Set them on fire!”
“Woo! I LOVE this plan!” Fred shouted, shooting fireballs at the enemy. The robots began to overheat, and the oil within them exploded. Soon, almost the entire airport was ablaze. Everyone ran out. Safari Bill dragged Bipolar-man away from the inferno, and also took Fred, who was quite distracted by the fire.
“Excellent work.” Apollyon commented. “Your only mistake was thinking you could defeat me!”
If Gurl was a demon, Apollyon was a god. That was a comparison of their skills. In a single quick strike, Apollyon KO'ed Fred. 70's dude grabbed his weapon, but never had a chance to fire before Apollyon bested him as well.
Two were left.
Literal boy aimed his WPD at Apollyon and began firing madly. Despite his accuracy, the villain easily evaded his attacks Safari Bill threw his boomerang, but Apollyon caught it and crushed it in his palm. Picking up Literal boy, he raised him triumphantly over his head, and hurtled him at Safari Bill, defeating them both.
“All too easy.” Apollyon commented. Suddenly, a superheated metal rod pierced his mask, going straight through his skull, and out the other side. He fell, dead before he hit the ground.
“Rahhhhhhh!” Bipolar-man shouted, a bone protruding from his elbow. He then collapsed in a heap.

TEAM BIPOLAR was carried off on stretchers. Dr. Glove surveyed the scene, his eyes resting on Apollyon's body. He approached it, as though expecting him to resist. The doctor peeled off the mask and the sight shocked him.
The crest! he thought in alarm. He saw an ancient rune symbol on a metal box. Various wires covered it slightly, but there was no mistaking it. Dr. Glove activated his communicator. “HQ. I've got a Code Blue. I repeat, Code Blue.”
He picked up the robotic remains and walked toward his hovercraft. Apollyon... what's your plan? What're you planning? And why do you have our crest?

Deep below Qrribelbelibel, two figures stood upon a suspended platform, watching a viewscreen. “I take it the plan was a success, master.”
“It certainly was.” the other figured replied. “I have all the information I need to make you the perfect apprentice, Moriarty. It is a pity, though, I had to sacrifice such an obedient follower, but such are my plans.”
Moriarty smiled. “That bipolar fool will have e memorable death.”
“Indeed, apprentice. Indeed.”

TEAM BIPOLAR was gathered in a room, Bipolar-man finally out of the hospital. “Guys, I think we need a vacation.” he said.
“Woo!” Fred shouted.
“Like, totally, dude!”
“Bipolar-man means TEAM BIPOLAR needs A Vacation.”
“Well, where to?” Safari Bill asked.
“Florida! I hear the hurricanes are lovely this time of year!” the leader stated. As Safari Bill sighed, the others celebrated.
Soon, however, they would fear four terrible, awful words:

I.A.D. in a speedo.