Meanwhile, at the lair...
George: I'm a little put off that there's a chick in our private boy's club, but I get over it when I realize she's good at this super-heroing stuff.
Steph: Heh. Right. After George identifies Sparkles as Theo Patton, I come up with a plan. We'll catch him, sedate him, and then I'll get to work on concocting a kryptonite specific to his super-villain make-up.
At the hospital...
Sparkles: Tree bad. Fire pretty. Give me phone, cop. Me want my one phone call.
At Global Tech...
Dr. RevCamKing: [answering phone] Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated.
Sparkles: Me want freedom! Me tell on you if not give me freedom.
King: Me working... ahem. I'm working on it, all right? Sit tight. Bye bye.
Sparkles: Tree bad. Fire pretty.
Jim: So, at one point, we're at the lab, while Steph cooks up a sedative for Sparkles.
Steph: Oh yeah, and Francis comes in, snits at me to watch my back, and then reveals he's been fired.
Jim: I still cringe for you that I had to explain that, honey.
Steph: Ahem. So anyhow, we're headed over to bust out Sparkles when we get the call from George.
Steph: There's always a call from George.
Jim: Someone's already freed Sparkles. It's not long before we happen upon the flipped van. There's a hole burned right in it. And Cordero and another cop are unconscious and injured.
Nice, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Let me guess. And even though George heard about the van flipping on the police scanner, there's not a rescue worker on the scene and Jim has to drag Cordero and partner out of the paddy wagon.
Will: (Right. Plus I'm watching from the shadows.)
Steph: Yes. And I get to run after Sparkles, who is basically a fireball right now. And then we fight at some construction site. I can outrun Extra-Flamey Sparkles at first, but he starts gaining on me. Just when I think my goose is cooked (see what I did there?) Jim shows up and throws him into some electrical panel. Sparkles shakes it off and is ready to roast us both, but then the electrical panel ignites, and releases some thingum and Sparkles is doused with I don't know. What is that? Sand. Dry concrete? Asphalt? Gravel?
Big, Comfy, PROTECTIVE ROCK: Darned if I know. But he's dead, right?
The Bangles: Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?