Jersey City (Jersey Devil)

Dennis, fried, collapses. Jersey Devil then unstraps both Pickachu and Kokoro.

Pikachu: Pika Pika~!!

Kokoro: Thanks for saving us, Mister! If it weren't for you, we could've been killed.

Jersey Devil: No problem.

Kokoro: And this place is too dangerous for us to be here. *picks up Pikachu* We're getting out. But we'll be seeing you soon. *leaves the topic with Pikachu.*

Jersey Devil leaves Knarf's lab.

*Knarf's TV is on.*

TV: Are you tired of superheroes try to take advantage on you?

Seeing as how Knarf is outside, trapped in a garbage can, he can't really hear.

*One Pumpkin Minion gets Knarf out.*

Dr. Knarf heads back inside.

V: Are you tired of superheroes taking advantage on you?

Dr. Knarf: Yes. Wait, why am I talking to my TV?

TV: We help evildoers with our finest quaility of weapons of mass destruction. Such as highly destructive laser bazookas, giant mouse traps that has spikes with it, and even bombs that make people cry.

Dr. Knarf: All of which I can make on my own.

TV: Not unless you use a Anti-Devil Chip. It can weaken a devil in a snap.

Dr. Knarf: Yes, use a chip on something that isn't mechanical.

Meanwhile, a muscular pumpkin monster runs through an alleyway for no particular reason. Suddenly, a black coiled tail (attached to somebody, obviously) springs from the shadows and whacks the pumpkin monster's head off.

Jersey Devil goes back onto a random rooftop.

TV: Actually, it can.

Grammar Remotes change the channel of Dr. Knarf's TV. Meanwhile, the Demon of York runs out of the shadows in the alleyway and kicks the pumpkin head into a building like a soccer ball.
DY: WA-HOO! I haven't had this much fun since... since...
DY looks at a watch that isn't there.
DY: A few seconds ago!

Dr. Knarf watches an evil cooking show. Meanwhile, random people stare at the Demon of York.

The Demon of York ("Yorkie") stares at the people.
Yorkie: What?

*The evil chef is making pickled brains*

Little Boy: Are you da Jersey Devil, mista?

Yorkie thinks about this for about three seconds.
Yorkie: NOPE!
Yorkie kicks the kid in the face and runs into the shadows, laughing like a madman.

*The evil chef comes out of the tv*