Episode 65 - The Great Debate
(We begin today’s episode in the halls of Angel Grove high, where the lockers are almost completely covered with brightly colored posters. Same goes for every tree in Angel Grove and every stuffed trash bin surrounding them. However, the eye popping posters were in full effect at the Juice Bar, where we join Billy, Zack and Tommy, decked out in Uncle Sam hats, enthusiastically handing them out in support of their friend Kimberly for an upcoming election.)
Tommy: (To random person) Here you go man; vote for Kimberly!
Billy: Kimberly for class president!
Zack: Hey guys, do this school a favor and vote for Kim; the only candidate in this race. She’s got looks, she’s got charisma, she’s got great ideas for this school; and best of all? She’s got ‘Hart.’
(A small crowd of her passerby’s surround them anxiously reaching for her new flier.)
Random man: Tell Kim I love her!!!
Random woman: She’s the candidate I’d like to have a beer with!!!
Random man 2: She sooo hot!
Tommy: Man, looks like everyone’s on board the K Train. You’re an awesome campaign manager Zack.
Zack: Well, she’s an awesome candidate. I’m only preaching the truth my brotha!
Tommy: (laughs) Well at this rate, it’ll be a landslide!
(Kim excitedly rushes into the Juice Bar, grinning ear to ear.)
Kimberly: Great news everyone!
Billy: What's up Kimberly?
Kimberly: (joyful) I’m ahead in the polls!
Tommy: That’s great!
Kimberly: Yeah I know! I’m so excited; I’ve been waiting for this moment since I started high school. …and with only a week left to go too. And even better, tomorrows the day where the candidates get to go up on stage and tell the whole school what we’ll do as class president. I’ll finally get my voice out there and make a difference for the better.
Tommy: Well, no matter what happens to you from here on out Kim, I just wanna tell you how proud I am of you. The drive you’ve shown and the dedication you have for improving our school has left me in complete awe.
Kimberly: (flushed) Tommy stop it; you’re making me blush!
Tommy: (smiles) …
Kimberly: Oh, by the way, where are the others?
Zack: Oh, well Jason’s out spending time with his uncle and Trini and Robbie… they’re right over there.
(Zack points by the bar stools where Trini and Robbie are seated together, seemingly working on something. Kim grabs some posters from Tommy and skips over towards them.)
Kimberly: Hey guys!
Trini: Oh hey Kim!
Kimberly: I just thought I’d let you guys know, that I’m running for class president, and I’d really love your support.
(She hands them over to Trini who gladly takes a glance at it.)
Robbie: (sarcastically) You are? See, cause I’ve been living in a fox hole the past month so thanks for keeping me up to date. And thanks for the incessant wall posts on my facebook page; you can stop now.
Kimberly: (laughs) I just wanted to make sure all my friends got the message. What are you guys doing by the way?
Trini: Oh, Robbie’s helping me with my art project. I’ve got to draw a collage of my idea of the perfect world and he’s helping me put them on paper. I’m thinking something that describes world peace; maybe have several people of different origins holding hands?
Kimberly: Oh… Trini, I though I was gonna help you with that.
Trini: Yeah… but you’ve been so busy the past few weeks and Robbie volunteered to help me. Besides, Robbie’s really good!
Robbie: I showed her a political cartoon I drew about Mr. Kaplan and she loved it.
Robbie: …well, it wasn’t so much political as it was just Kaplan nailing a donkey. But I digress…
Kimberly: Have you two noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time together? People are starting to talk.
Robbie: Who’s talking?
Kimberly: (hesitantly) …people.
Trini: Kim, it’s just a project.
Kimberly: Will you at least show up for my speech tomorrow?
Trini: Absolutely Kim; I’m always here to support you.
Kimberly: What about you Robbie?
Robbie: (shakes head) I don’t trust politicians, sorry Kim.
Robbie: They hide behind this squeaky clean persona and will say anything to get people to elect them. And once they do, the masks drop and they forget the very people who elected them. The only people they care about are themselves. I’m sorry Kim, but I’ll pass.
Kimberly: Robbie, this is just a school election, I’m not running for senate. Please just give me a shot. You and I have been friends long enough to warrant that at least right? I mean well for this school…
Trini: Just go Robbie. Hear her out and base your decision to vote afterwards. It couldn’t hurt right?
Robbie: (sigh) Fine. I’ll go.
Kimberly: (smiles) Great! You won’t regret it.
Trini: Who are you running against anyway?
(And just on cue, Bulk and Skull march in tossing around campaign posters, confetti and twirling around noise makers. Bulk waves at the people inside in a pseudo regal manner before reaching towards his chest to adjust the fake tie that’s printed on his t-shirt.)
Skull: Ladies and gentlemen; boys and girls, students of Angel Grove high… I bring you a real candidate. The candidate of change! The candidate that’s gonna clean up politics and set the record straight; please welcome the next class president, Farkus Bulkmeier!
Kimberly: Farkus… Bulkmeier.
(The duo spots Kim and cockily head toward the stools where Bulk puts his arm around an uncomfortable Kim’s shoulder.)
Bulk: Well, well, well… if it isn’t my opponent herself. What are you doing around here honey buns? We all know the Juice Bar is a Bulk state. So don’t even waste your time coming here.
Skull: Vote for Bulkie.
(Skull hands Robbie and Trini a campaign poster, containing a photo of Bulk in drags with obvious spelling errors. The two couldn’t help but laugh.)
Bulk: (angrily) What’s so funny?! For your information Kinko’s was about to close and we were in a rush so we had a few typos.
Robbie: But this was written in crayon…
Bulk: Look, that’s not the point you little…
(Skull tries to restrain his candidate just as he’s about to make a fist.)
Skull: Bulkie… no.
Bulk: Oh… (Clears throat) I mean… don’t let these posters get in the way of your vote… handsome.
Robbie: I’m intrigued. But how will you act as president?
Bulk: Great question! As president, I will act with the bravery of Lincoln, with the leadership of Washington, the charm of Kennedy… and the vengefulness of Andrew Johnson!
Trini: Andrew Johnson?
Skull: Yeah. You thought the trail of tears was historic; just wait till your grandkids read about the trail of dweebs!
(Kim cracks a reassuring smirk as both Robbie and Trini shake their heads disapprovingly. Meanwhile on the moon, Rita looks on through her giant telescope.)
Rita: So, the pink ranger wants to be president, huh? How precious.
Baboo: We must try to destroy it somehow? Maybe one of us should run against them and win?
Goldar: Don’t be a fool; nobody will throw their vote away on a third party candidate.
Rita: Ah, but we must do something. Kimberly’s gonna need our ‘endorsement’ if you know what I mean… HAHAHAHA!!!
Squatt: (to Baboo) What’s she talking about?
Baboo: Beats me…
(Meanwhile, next day back on Earth, we join the rangers and every student in Angel Grove high in a packed school auditorium covered top to bottom in red, white and blue streamers and signs for each candidate. Bulk is just finishing an impassioned speech.)
Bulk: But make no mistake… the second I get elected into office, I will make it my priority to ban all marriages between two dweebs.Thank you all and God bless our school!
(Bulk wipes off the sweat from his brow as he walks off stage to a modest applause. Skull is the only exception; who’s up from his seat to clap loudly. Behind him however we could see Jason, Zack, Trini, Tommy and Billy clapping half-heatedly. Zack leans over to whisper in Jason’s ear.)
Zack: You see? This is why Kimberly needs to be elected; if we vote this clown in the whole school’s going downhill.
(Jason just stares off inattentively.)
Tommy: Dude the future of this school is hanging into balance. Are you even listening?
Trini: Shhh! Kim’s up!
(Kim enters the stage to a much louder ovation. Her ranger friends also get up and clap supportingly.)
Kimberly: Thank you! Thank you everyone; wow!
(The auditorium quieted down as everyone took their seat; though still had an electric buzz in the air.)
Kimberly: I’d never thought I’d make it here today. I guess, if I were president… no, I KNOW if I were president, I’d immediately get to work on issues that matter the most.
Tommy: Here it goes…
Trini: I can’t wait!
Kimberly: First, I’d install make up dispensers inside the girls’ bathroom and make sure that no cheek bone will be left behind. And then I’m gonna take the fight to the field and get the school cheerleading squad brand new uniforms which will be used to motivate our team to yet another championship!
(She gets applause from the crowd, although a couple people are seen in the crowd scratching their heads.)
Kimberly: But that’s not all! And my next campaign promise had all students of Angel Grove high in mind. If I’m elected president the school library will receive a much needed upgrade.
Kimberly: That’s right; I will push for more magazine selections!
(She gets an applause, however this time it seemed a little more out of courtesy than anything. Even the rangers are divided in visible approval; except for Jason, who still doesn’t seem to care.)
Kimberly: And finally I will work towards balancing the school budget. I will do this by adding more vending machines in the cafeteria as well as holding more bake sales to supplement school funds for new textbooks and sports equipment. Not to mention cutting ancillary groups that aren’t widely attended, such as the student scientist and Latin heritage club; as these clubs are the greatest offenders and huge wastes of school funds…
Tommy: (claps) Atta girl!
Kimberly: But I can’t do this alone, I will need the support of every one of my fellow classmates on this one. We face a tough battle up ahead, but with your help, I will help create a better school for each and every one of you…
Robbie: (loudly) Not me!
(The entire auditorium joins Kimberly in a collective gasp before turning around to see a late arriving Robbie standing in the middle of the aisle. The other rangers looked stunned.)
Kimberly: E-excuse me?
Robbie: You aren’t going to make the school better for me. The only person you’re benefiting by running for class president is yourself. I like you as a person, but as a politician it seems you’re either selfish or dangerously ignorant about what the school needs. And if I were the deciding vote and I voted for you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
(The audience begins to mutter amongst themselves, as a horrified Kim doesn’t know how to respond.)
Robbie: These ‘promises’ are nothing but jokes. It’s like you saw Napoleon Dynamite and thought to yourself ‘Boy that Summer girl sure is smart!’ How about the bullying issue we have in this school? Will make up fix that problem?
Kimberly: Well no, but… Robbie if you don’t like something I’m saying, you can always…
(Kimberly can’t as much as get her thought out as Robbie brazenly marches toward the stage.)
Robbie: How about the fact that I need to work part time just to afford my school lunch? You might be just fine, but I’m not, and on most days, I simply don’t eat. And your attempt to appeal to the poor is more magazines in the library? I mean never mind the fact that I can’t afford to eat the schools frozen pizza’s and canned peaches, at least I know Luke Perry isn’t gay.
(Suddenly, those in the audience who were scratching their heads earlier are now starting to get up and rally behind Robbie; many of whom ripping off their buttons that read ‘Kim for President,’ as a quickly disgraced Kimberly just closes her eyes and buries her head into her hand.)
Kimberly: (softly) Robbie… what are you doing? You’re humiliating me…
Robbie: And I’d like to see you try and cut afterschool programs in favor of sports equipment. It’s bad enough Otis the first baseman is cramming everyone smaller than him into lockers, but you’re wanna give him a new bat to do it with? I think not.
(More and more people begin to get up and stand behind Robbie. Suddenly feeling as empowered and caught in the moment as Robbie is; they get swept up in passionate chants of ‘I think not!’ An utterly humiliated and dejected Kimberly has no choice but to quietly walk off stage.)
Robbie: None of these candidates represent what this school needs; you’ve got an out of touch airhead who thinks the department of treasury is a jewelry store and a guy who’s a goose walk shy of a potential tyrant. The student scientist doesn’t relate to either of these candidates, neither does the average C student who would be an A student but has to work part time after school to make ends meet. You guys need someone who will fight for YOUR interests!
Tommy: What is that idiot doing?!
Trini: I-I don’t know…
Zack: He’s ruining everything!
Robbie: You guys need… someone like me. Hmm… I guess that means I’m gonna have to run for class president now. Sweet... Vote for me everyone, goodnight!
(Tommy excuses himself from the group and leaves the auditorium that’s already erupted at the news of Robbie’s candidacy. Meanwhile, at the command center, Alpha looks on from the viewing globe and becomes concerned with what he sees.)
Alpha: Ay ya, ya, ya, yai! Zordon, did you see what just happened? Robbie just decided to run against Kimberly for class president. If I know one thing about politics, it’s that things are about to get dirty, real fast.
Zordon: I am aware of how humans typically handle public elections and the lengths they’ll go to for approval. Please keep an eye on them Alpha; my fear is that infighting will arise and Rita may try to take advantage of that.
(Meanwhile, on the moon...)
Rita: Ah, two rangers running against each other… I must
take advantage of that.
Goldar: Those two will be at each others throats. If we focus on taking out the others, theirs no way they’d be able to save them. Exactly how we’ll get them is the question. What can we do that will require them to work together in a short amount of time before their friends expire….?
Finster: We can get candles.
Goldar: (irritated) This is no time to decorate Finster, can’t you see Rita and I are thinking?
Finster: (shakes head) No, you don’t understand. Not scented candles, but power siphoning candles like we used on the green ranger. It all but destroyed his powers and I say we try to find more of that magic wax and create more. We hold the rangers hostage and make the pink and brown ranger go after them. They will be more concerned with one another while we’ll have wiped out five of seven rangers in one blow.
Rita: (amazed) Finster… I must say I’m impressed. Where did such a sadistic plan come from?
Goldar: You fool, their probably isn’t any more wax left anyway.
Rita: And that’s why you’re gonna go find some.
Finster: Splendid idea! In the meanwhile, I’ll get to work on my latest monster to sidetrack the other two.
Rita: Excellent work Finster! If this plan works out, I may even give you that planet Goldar’s been whining about for god know how long!
Goldar: (fuming) What?!
(The next day, Kim is back at the Juice Bar. Except this time, she’s all alone and sulking to herself; surrounded by discarded banners and fliers with her face on it, many of which now carelessly scattered on the floor. Kim’s campaign seems to have lost its spark and she’s taking it pretty hard. Before long though, Tommy enters the Juice Bar and breathes a sigh of relief as he heads right towards her.)
Tommy: Kim there you are; I’ve been looking all over for you!
(Kim barely looks up)
Kimberly: (monotone) Hey.
Tommy: Kim, you nearly gave me a heart attack. I mean, you weren’t answering your phone calls… you missed school today. I mean, what’s that all about?
Kimberly: Oh nothing… so you know that whole campaign thing I’ve been talking about the past few months? Yeah, I’m gonna give it up.
Tommy: Give it up?! That’s insane! Why?
(Kim bends down and picks up a piece of paper from the floor; without saying anything the lays it in front of him.)
Tommy: What’s this?
Kimberly: The new election polls as of today. I found this laying around.
(Tommy picked up the sheet of paper to see a graph that read: Kimberly Hart: 40%, Roberto Clemente: 40%, Farkus Bulkmeier: 19.6%, Pat Buchanan: 0.4%)
Kimberly: Just yesterday I had a thirty point lead over my closest opponent. In one day it vanished. One day. One humiliating experience I don’t think I’ll ever live down.
(Her voice begins to crack as she hangs her head in shame; mostly to hide the tears fighting their way out.)
Kimberly: (sniffs) I just wanted this so bad you know? Be class president like my dad. But at this point, theirs no doubt Robbie’s gonna take the lead so I might as well give up. I just… I just can’t believe he… did this to me. He has the nerve to call me his friend as he does it too…
(Tommy huffs angrily as he moves closer to Kim and rests his hand on her shoulder.)
Tommy: Kim, I’m gonna let you in on a secret. Robbie’s no good; he’s incredibly selfish and always wants the attention on himself; and when it isn’t he doesn’t mind hurting those that bother to care about him in order to get his way. I tried to turn the other cheek with him, but this was the straw that broke the camels back. He had no right to do what he did; it was your moment and if he didn’t like it, if he disagreed he could’ve said so on his own time. Instead he took that as an opportunity to promote himself at your expense. He was wrong.
Kimberly: (sniffs) You really think so?
Tommy: I know so. You can’t tap out now, you’re better than that. Did the north just tap out during the Civil War when they lost the seven days battle? Did Martin Luther King tap out during the civil rights movement after getting spit on and pelted with rocks? Kim, did Jesus tap out?
Kimberly: (lifts her head) No, Jesus didn’t tap.
Tommy: He didn’t, neither of them did; because that’s the stuff of real leaders. Kim, if you give up now, you’re only proving him right by showing him you can’t lead. But this is your chance now to stand up in the face of perseverance and come out on top. Like only the best presidents have done.
Kimberly: You’re absolutely right Tommy, thank you! I don’t know what I’d do without you…
Tommy: (smiles) Well Kim, as your running partner, I say it’s time to turn up our campaign to another level. He wants to fight dirty, we’ll fight dirty. He forgets how much dirt we’ve got on him from simply knowing him; he doesn’t stand a chance. I’ll call Zack right now and the K train will be back on track!
(Kim’s face brightens up with a newfound desire. And as the song ‘Maniac’ by Michael Sembello fades into the backdrop, a fire lit up underneath her as she was determined to crush Robbie on her way to class presidency.)
Quickly, we fade into a montage involving a sharply dressed Kimberly back on her feet and handing out fliers in Angel Grove high. She’s shaking hands with everyone and anyone that passes by her.
Meanwhile, Zack and Tommy hang attack ads by the school cafeteria accusing Robbie of being ineligible for office due to his grades and demanding ‘to see a report card.’ All the while Kim stands at the end of the long cafeteria line by the register, buying everyone lunch; rich and poor alike. She also makes a guest appearance during a drug alternative class, explaining the dangers of marijuana and what it can do to you if you become hooked when suddenly she pulls down the projector screen revealing a photo of Robbie.
Kim see’s a sudden resurgence in both confidence and popularity as her masses return to her side; she frantically hands out fliers until she could no longer keep up with the demand and tosses the whole pile into the air.
(The music eventually fades and we return yet again to the Juice Bar; where this time, it’s Robbie who finds himself seated all alone. He’s nursing a half empty milkshake while sighing regretfully to himself. While hanging his head and lost in deep thought, he doesn’t even realize that Trini has come in, joined by Billy.)
Trini: Robbie! Robbie, there you are…
Robbie: Huh? Oh… if you’re going to lecture me save your breath, I’m not in the mood.
(The two seat themselves beside him; he doesn’t even bother to look up.)
Trini: Reality kicked in huh?
Robbie: You can say that again; just realized what an idiot move I made. My distrust of politicians got the better of me and well… fast forward a couple days and I’ve single handedly alienated myself from the rest of the group. Now Kim’s kicking the crap out of me in the polls. I’ve yet to come up with a catchy slogan and she’s jumped out ahead by pounding me with attack ads.
Billy: They have been pretty rough lately. Coincidentally, Kimberly’s old friend Hannah’s been going around accusing you of making inappropriate comments towards her.
Robbie: Which is absurd; I barely know the girl. I just said that she was about the same height as my sister.
Robbie: Worst of all though, I think I really ticked Kim off. She hasn’t spoken to me since the speech. None of them have. Kinda makes me feel like a huge tool…
Trini: You would think she’d totally understand you completely upstaging her during her big moment. Honestly, you’re lucky all she’s giving you is the silent treatment. If it were me, I’d hand you a few of your own teeth to go with it
(Robbie continues to sulk to himself. Realizing it, she lightens up on him.)
Trini: But I know you. And I know you’re a really kind person behind your occasional lapses in judgment. I know you weren’t trying to hurt Kimberly’s feelings.
Robbie: I wasn’t. But the things I said up there I really believe; I mean maybe I should’ve told her privately, but I felt my intelligence being insulted. Like her plan to hold bake sales to afford a team bus for the baseball team? I can’t even join the sports teams cause I can’t afford the equipment! And you want me to buy a cupcake to help those who can?
Trini: You tend to just say whatever’s on your mind and call it like it is. I usually like that about you. But do you see why you were wrong in this situation?
Robbie: Yeah; I just wanted to put an end to that sort of mindset… But it’s become obvious I’m not up for the task; I have too many exposable flaws, and I obviously don’t have Kim’s budget. I barely have enough for my own fliers. I think I’m gonna just cut my losses and bow out…
Billy: Give up…? You can’t just give up.
Robbie: Huh? Wait, aren’t you campaigning for Kim?
Trini: He was. But that’s why we’re here; we don’t want you to quit now Robbie. In fact, we want you to win.
(Robbie’s eyes open wide with surprise.)
Robbie: What?! You guys are supporting ME?! After all I’ve done?! Trini, isn’t Kim your best friend?
Trini: She is, and I hope she’ll eventually forgive me for this, but I want to campaign for you. You may not be the perfect candidate with the squeaky clean record, but I feel like I know you well enough by now to know that your heart is in the right place.
Robbie: (stunned) Wow…
Billy: Your frustrations are genuine and they resonated with all of us not exactly benefiting from an imperfect system. Kimberly’s my friend, so I campaigned for her. But it wasn’t until I heard her speak that I realized our views on what’s best for this school deviate greatly.
Trini: Let me be your running mate and Billy your campaign manager; you have the ideas and the charisma, but you need a team behind you to smooth out the rough edges and make you a viable candidate.
Billy: I’ve already got donations from the chess and AV club; you’ve got their undying support.
Robbie: That’s awesome! I’ve even got an idea for a poster! Billy, remember when you switched my brain with Kimberly’s? Well, I was messing around with my camera and took some photos of her…
Trini: (interrupts) See this is what I mean when I say smooth out the rough edges…
Robbie: Oh… right, I got it. But you know what?
(He suddenly cracks a more confident grin as the song ‘Eye of the Tiger by Journey fades into the backdrop.)
Robbie: Angel Grove high has no idea what’s about to hit it.
We fade into a second montage where a reenergized Robbie storms through the halls of Angel Grove high, rallying his troops with an invigorating battle cry as Trini and Billy walk just steps behind him handing out fliers and hanging up a poster that strangely resembles what Trini described earlier as her ‘perfect world;’ only with the text ‘Robbie 94’
We also see Trini taking him to a local men’s outlet to pick out a brand new look. Robbie tries on several different outfits and models them in front of her; mostly to disapproving shakes.
Meanwhile, Billy reaches out to the AV club with a video Robbie made promoting his support of extra curricular groups. Trini hands off fliers made by Robbie to her Asian heritage club that state he’s the real deal with ‘No BS, No MSG.’ The head of the club looks at the flier momentarily before raising an eyebrow at Trini, who just smiles innocently and shrugs. Robbie in the meantime personally meets with kids of different cliques. He head bangs with the rockers, writes dark poetry with the Goths and gives suspicious looking handshakes to some shaggy looking boys before walking off nonchalantly.
Cut back to the men’s warehouse, where Robbie is still trying on suits; none of which his running mate likes on him. Despite his attire, Robbie’s back on track with his message and his supporters, which have taken to calling themselves ‘The huddled masses’ listen intently as he gives speech after speech like one in the Juice Bar where he calls his opponent a ‘Latte drinking, sushi eating, Volvo riding, Angel Grove Times reading elitist’ and that the claim that her policies will improve the school is like ‘putting lipstick on a pig.’
The music slowly begins to fade out as Robbie steps out of the dressing room one last time at the men’s warehouse, sporting a sharp white collared shirt with a dark brown blazer and slacks. He throws up his shoulders hopelessly, but Trini doesn’t immediately shoot it down. Instead, she gets up, walks towards him and feels up the blazer while eyeing him in it. The music stops as she locks eyes with him before cracking a knowing grin.
Robbie: (unease) …what?
Trini: (smiles) This… just got real.
(Meanwhile back on the moon, Goldar has returned from his long search.)
Goldar: I have returned my empress; I got the magic wax just like you asked oh great one.
Rita: (indifferently) Oh…? Oh good. Just hand them over to Finster so he can turn them into candles.
Goldar: Yes my queen, your wish is my command… as only you know best! Oh evil one…
Baboo: Hey Goldar, you’ve got some brown stuff on your lips, may wanna get that.
Goldar: (barks) QUIET!
Rita: Finster, how’s the monster coming along?
Finster: Just putting some final touches to it, but the Republicrat is ready to go; half donkey, half elephant, this monster will have twice the stubborn self righteousness with a vicious mean streak with no regard for human life.
Rita: Perfect! Now quickly make the candles, it’s almost time to attack.
(Rita scurries over to her oversized telescope and tries to locate the rangers.)
Rita: They’re all about to bump into each other at the park. Perhaps it’s time I send down the putties to soften them up.
(She flashes a boastful smile.)
Rita: (boastfully) Those two nitwits will be too busy fighting over a stupid election while the others will go down like John F. Kennedy; this can’t fail!
Squatt: (scratches head) They’re gonna sleep with Marilyn Monroe?
(We return to Angel Grove Park, where a sharply dressed Robbie is joined by Trini and Billy are seen heading one direction while a likewise well dressed Kim leads Tommy, Zack and Jason head towards the same road from the opposite direction. Both sides eventually meet, leading to an awkward stand-off.)
Jason: (waves) Hi guys!!!
(The three just silently nod at him; barely moving their eyes before locking right back into a staring match with the others.)
Jason: What’s going on? Don’t tell me you guys are actually taking this stupid election stuff seriously.
Robbie: Stupid? Have you heard the things that harlot has said about me?
Kimberly: Me? You told the football team I’d sleep with them if they voted for you.
Robbie: Oh excuse me. I suppose that’s my fault for assuming that promise will be kept anyway.
Tommy: (disgusted) You’re a real piece of work…
Robbie: (derisively) You mad bro?
Kimberly: Great to see your friends true colors in times like these. Eh Trini?
Trini: This doesn’t have to be personal, Kim. I simply agree with Robbie more. I wish you luck on today’s debate regardless.
Kimberly: Yeah well just so you know you’re off my speed dial.
Trini: Why you little….
(Before Trini could finish her sentence, a fed up Jason finally steps forward.)
Jason: ALL RIGHT, I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!!
(The fighting suddenly stops and you could now hear a pin drop.)
Jason: You guys are honestly running on everyone's last nerve. This arguing is driving us apart. I don’t care who’s running against whom, we’re a team, and lately we haven’t been acting like one. If Rita were to attack us right now, she’d pick us apart easily cause we’d be too busy jumping down each others throats. Now I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not having that. So I want you guys to apologize to each other, right now!
Robbie: Yeah dumb jock; what does he know about politics? Come on Trini, we’re gonna be late for the big debate which may go uncontested since I doubt they allow animals inside the school.
(Robbie and Trini head down the road toward Angel Grove high. Kim drags Tommy down a different path to avoid being around those two. Jason just sighs and shakes his head before being joined by Billy and Zack.)
Zack: You know; I am kinda sick of the fighting now that you mention it.
Billy: Me too; I kinda just want this to be over with so things could go back to normal again.
Jason: When is this whole election thing over?
Zack: Tomorrow. Today’s the big debate though.
Billy: And the two are deadlocked at the moment, so if you sensed any tension just now, that’s why. What are you off to do?
Jason: I was just gonna shoot some hoops, you guys wanna join?
Billy: (shrugs) Why not? They don’t need us from here on out. Plus I doubt they even notice we’re not with them.
Jason: (laughs) Man, I can’t wait till tomorrow.
(The three start to head toward the basketball courts for a nice relaxing game when from out of nowhere…)
(Putties leap from the sky, quickly surrounding the rangers forcing them into a defensive stance.)
Billy: So much for unwinding.
Zack: Let’s fillibust their faces in!
(The rangers split up to try and hold back this ambush on their own like Jason, who’s still holding the basketball, decides to use it as a weapon and tosses a hard pass at one of them. The putty is barely able to react quickly enough to catch it in time but isn’t quick enough to see the spinning kick to the face that followed sending the ball flying in the air. Though while waiting for it to land, Jason multitasks and wastes no time disposing the other henchmen around him. Landing a quick knee to the gut to one followed by an elbow to the back taking it down. He follows by lunging towards another with a big boot to the chest and uses that as leverage to catapult himself in the air, turn around, catch the ball and kick the last putty patroller in the face.
Jason tosses the ball to Zack who quickly starts running around dribbling the ball; completely ignoring his opponents at first. However, they eventually get sick of just waiting around and two of them decide to throw themselves at him, only to be met with broken ankles as Zack pump fakes in right but heads left than spins around to drop the other one, all while still dribbling. A third plants himself in front of him; almost as if he’s playing defense.)
Zack: You want the ball? Come get it!
(He bounces the ball between its legs and lands a bicycle kick as it frantically reaches down to get the ball that dribbles away where it’s picked up by Billy.)
Billy: What do I do with this?
(As he retrieves it, he quickly finds himself double teamed and doesn’t know what to do.)
Billy: Uh oh…
(He ducks the first couple blows before getting pushed back. In peril, Billy uses the basketball as sort of a shield, but it surprisingly deals damage as it deflects what would have been a dead on punch from one of the putty patrollers and bounced right back to hit the putty patroller just behind it. Confused, it looks back to see what it’s done, then looks back to an equally confused Billy before getting pelted right in the face with the ball and going down for the count.)
Jason: Was that the last of them?
Billy: I-I think so…
Zack: Man, looks like Rita’s got something planned for us. Today is the worst possible day for that. Not with the elections coming up.
(Before the rangers could get a chance to regroup or even catch their breath, a sudden, blinding light flashes in front of them and they are greeted with a chilling yet unfamiliar voice.)
“On the contrary, it’s never too late for a new candidate! Gyahahaha!!”
Jason: What’s that?!
Zack: Aw man… it’s an elephant!
Billy: It’s a donkey!
Republicrat: IT’S THE REPUBLICRAT!
(In front of the rangers approached this colossal figure; with scaly grey skin, a big belly and bulging arms that looked even larger due to its noticeably dainty legs. The most noticeable thing about it however is that it instead of just one head, it had two. An elephant head on the right, a donkey on the left.)
Billy: Oh I see what they did there.
Republicrat: A new candidates entered the field except I only answer to one constituent… Rita Repulsa. And she has requested that you come with me. So come peacefully and I promise I won’t hurt you… much.
Zack: Man, I knew politicians were all evil, but this is ridiculous.
Jason: No way; we don’t do business with Rita! Come on guys, it’s morphin time!!!
(The now morphed rangers stood across from Rita’s evil new monster in a stand off awaiting the others first move.)
Republicrat: (elephant head talking) Y’all must come with me. Sometimes in politics, y’gotta compromise for the good of the people. I assure you it is in their best interest that you oblige.
Zack: Don’t preach to us about politics buddy; Billy and I are excellent campaign managers and we’ll blow you out of the water. Isn’t that right Billy?
Republicrat: Is that so? Well, meet MY team!
(He extends both arms out to his sides, where a fresh group of putty patrollers appear.)
Republicrat: (Donkey head talking) Get them!!
(The putties charge after the rangers who follow suit. However this time, the rangers find themselves surrounded and struggle to fight them off as they seem to be getting pushed around.)
Zack: Theirs too many of them!
Jason: We’ve got to keep fighting!
(Jason tries throwing a punch at an enemy in front of him, but his blow gets caught by several others, who respond by yanking Jason around and pinning him down. Billy doesn’t have much luck either, nor does Zack whose attempted spinning heel kick left him caught in mid air. Meanwhile the two headed beast boasts fulsomely.)
Republicrat: Bahaha!!! Now I’ve got you; Rita will be so proud of me. Capturing the power rangers will definitely look good on my resume come election time.
Jason: Let us go!!
Billy: We’ve got to contact the others…
Zack: Where are you taking us?
Republicrat: Let’s just say… your terms are about to come to an end… mwahahaha!!
(And with a flick of the wrist, they all vanish into nothingness. A dire situation arises as Jason, Zack and Billy, nearly half the ranger team and the Earths defense against evil, are taken into Rita’s custody. Meanwhile, back on the moon...)
Rita: (Gloats) Yes! We did it!! We’ve got those stupid power rangers and their powers will soon be ours!
Finster: Well done my empress. The monster will begin siphoning their energy into the candles, where we can start draining them.
Rita: Yes, they’re already locked in my dark dimension; they’re all yours. And after you’ve lit the candles, stand guard and make sure they don’t try anything funny like try and escape. I want the monster to continue attacking Angel Grove therefore further distracting the others.
Finster: (bows) As you wish.
Goldar: (outraged) Wait, you want this guy to stand guard and stop the power rangers? Finster? He couldn’t stop school children. Let me at them instead my evil one, I promise I won’t let you down.
Finster: Actually, I wouldn’t mind a bit of company.
Goldar: (growls) Who asked you mutt!!
Finster: Err… pardon?
Rita: Very well then, just make sure you two don’t screw it up!
Goldar: Oh don’t worry, I won’t.
(Meanwhile, in the middle of a cold, hard cell that’s in the middle of a dark cloudy room, the now unmorphed rangers appear on the floor. Jason’s the first to start to rise to his knees, completely dazed and unaware of his surroundings; his main concern is the safety of the others.)
Jason: (shakes head) Guys… you alright…?
Billy: (holds head) Affirmative… a splitting headache, but otherwise I’m fine.
Zack: Yeah, what he said. Where are we by the way…? I can’t see a thing through this smoke.
Jason: Wherever we are, we gotta try to get out of here. Try reaching Zordon.
(Billy was already in the middle of reaching for his communicator. However something seemed off as he frantically dialed for Zordon.)
Billy: My communicators down… I’m getting worried.
Jason: Wherever we are, all I know is that we’re…
(Although weak legged, Jason summons all his strength to try and get back on his feet. His head finally rises above the smoke and that’s when the familiarity set in; he’d been there before. He turns his head slightly to look out to see another familiar set up; a table with seven candles (one for each of them), the green one, though unlit, appears to be mostly gone, while the red, blue and black ones are lit up.)
Jason: We’re in trouble…
(Meanwhile, back in Angel Grove high, the others are behind the curtain of the auditorium in preparation for the big debate and are each getting last minute motivation from their campaign partners.)
Skull: Let’s go Bulkie you can do this. Down, but not out baby, down but not out. I just want you to stick to the message. What’s the message?
Bulk: End dweeb suffrage?
Skull: Might as well let box turtles vote. Good luck pal!
(Just further to their right, Tommy is giving Kimberly some last minute advice as she applies some last minute make up.)
Tommy: Okay Kim, all that campaigning, all the hard work, all the perseverance through betrayal and negativity, it all culminates here. A good performance and you are a shoe in. I want you to make Robbie pay for what he’s done to you. How are you feeling?
Kimberly: A little nervous, but pretty good. Motivated by payback; I still haven’t forgotten what he’s done to me.
Tommy: Good. But remember, channel that energy; attack him, but gracefully. You’re the good guy remember that.
Kimberly: Yeah… I will.
Tommy: Good. (Reaches into his bag) Now here’s a photo of him scribbling off the sapiens part of homo-sapiens in a history textbook.
Kimberly: (smiles) You’re the best.
(In the opposite end of the room to the far left, we see Trini nervously pacing around with her eyes darting frantically around the back room until she sees Robbie coming toward her.)
Trini: Robbie! There you are; where on Earth have you been?!
Robbie: Sorry, it’s just… when I’m nervous I… I…
Trini: (impatiently) …YES?
Robbie: When I’m nervous, I… sort of go to the bathroom a lot.
Trini: Oh… how sexy. But Robbie, I need you to focus. This is huge, you MUST beat Kimberly today or you’ll stand no chance of beating her. I really want you to do well.
Robbie: Don’t worry; I think I’ll be okay. I’ve even thought up a joke to open the debate up. What does Walmart have in common with President Clinton?
Robbie: Girls pants half off.
Trini: (expressionless) …
Robbie: (sifts through notes) Well, I’ve got more… what about the Jewish football player wanting to get the quarterback…?
Trini: (interrupts) Robbie you don’t need any jokes to open up; you joke too much. I want them to see your serious side.
(She gets closer to him and begins adjusting his collar and fixing his hair.)
Robbie: My serious side?
Trini: You’re a great candidate but they need to see it. That passion you showed at the Juice Bar after Kim started pummeling you; show them that; show them that you care about them. Show them… what I see in you.
(Robbie appears to be slightly taken aback by her high praise of him. Then just kind of drifts off into deep thought while Trini remains fixated on his hair.)
Trini: There, all better. Whatcha thinking about?
Robbie: (Shakes head) Oh… uhm.. want me to be honest?
Trini: Of course.
Robbie: I was just thinking… that you and I make an excellent team.
Trini: (smiles) I think so too; Billy too.
(Just then, loud applause is heard. A female teacher’s assistant walks up to the two holding a clipboard.)
Teacher’s assistant: Mr. Clemente, you’re up.
Trini: Oh my, good luck Robbie. Knock them dead!
(Robbie simply nods before turning around and starting toward the stage. He stops after just a few steps though and halfway turns his head back towards her as if to say something; he doesn’t though and just keeps walking. Trini walks to just behind the curtains to get a better view when she’s joined by Tommy.)
Trini: (startled) Oh! Oh hey Tommy. May the best man win by the way.
Tommy: Thanks… she will.
(Onstage, Robbie, Kimberly and Bulk take their place behind their respective podiums. They wave to the crowd and to the debates judges, Principal Kaplan, Ms. Appleby and for some reason Ernie, the owner of the Juice Bar.)
Kaplan: Hello everybody and welcome today’s debate. We are one day away from our big election on Tuesday and our candidates are looking for one last chance to make their case. And those candidates are, Kimberly Ann Hart, Roberto Clemente and Farkus Bulkmeier.
Ms. Appleby: The first question if for you Kimberly and it regards your stance on cutting afterschool programs. Some of your opponents have criticized the idea, what do you have to say to them?
Kimberly: Good question Ms. Appleby but before I begin, what’s happening Angel Grove high?!
(She receives a loud applause, not to mention rolled eyes from both her opponents at the cheap attempt for a cheer.)
Kimberly: My idea to cut some after school programs that aren’t heavily attended is part of my idea to help balance the school budget and use that extra money in areas we need such as improving our school library, getting new sports equipment or getting new textbooks that don’t have pictures of wee wees on them.
(Kim turns to Robbie who’s chuckling to himself.)
Kimberly: It’s unfortunate that these cuts would be made, but it’s for the greater good. Thank you.
(She gets a big applause for her well thought out answer, Ms. Appleby even nods approvingly.)
Ms. Appleby: Very good Kim, Robbie what’s your response?
Robbie: While cuts need to be made, afterschool programs aren’t the way to go. These programs help kids both academically and keep them away from trouble. Also a child could develop a budding interest in technology that can evolve into so much more. But it won’t happen if AV classes are cut just cause the cool kids would rather play football. That’s sends the wrong message that their interests don’t matter and that they should be like their stupid brother who mom doesn’t know has the clap.
Ms. Appleby: …!!!
Robbie: Oh sorry I forgot… ‘thank you everyone.’
(Robbie gets a much bigger applause as many of his loyal supporters get up from their seats. This not only gets an approving nod from Ms. Appleby, but from Trini as well and worried looks from both Kimberly and Tommy.)
Trini: Good answer Robbie.
(Meanwhile at the command center, the alarms go off.)
Alpha: Ay ya yai! Just what we feared has happened!
(An image appears on the viewing globe of the Republicrat kidnapping Jason, Zack and Billy.)
Zordon: It appears Rita’s using this division amongst the team to her advantage; she’s holding the other rangers captive while the others are too busy acting like little children. Unfortunately, I cannot get a read on their current whereabouts.
Alpha: I’m gonna get a lock on their coordinates from where they were last and try and trace them from there.
(Alpha frantically pushes several buttons to try and find the lost rangers.)
Zordon: Hold on Alpha, I am getting a read from the viewing globe…
(Alpha turns around to a weak reception; barely showing images of Jason, Zack and Billy getting up in a dark cloudy room in the middle of nowhere. It cuts quickly to the table before the back of Goldar steps in front of it. The connection cuts soon thereafter.)
Alpha: Oh no, that looks like Rita’s dark dimension. And those look like…
Zordon: I am afraid so Alpha. Rita’s kidnapped Jason, Zack and Billy and is attempting to drain away their powers. She knows she has a great head start because of the election and once those candles burn out, the rangers will loser their powers permanently. Contact Tommy immediately, this is an emergency.
Alpha: I’m on it… I just hope we aren’t too late.
(Alpha pushes more buttons in an attempt to reach the others. Meanwhile, back at the debate, Bulk is finishing a point.)
Bulk: …to realize my dream where every single student in Angel Grove high… was just like me. Thank you!
(He receives a lukewarm applause and a bemused panel. The only one giving a noticeably loud ovation is Skull yet again, from behind the curtain.)
Kaplan: Okaaay… interesting ideas for the senior trip. Ms. Hart, your response?
Kimberly: (disbelief) My response? I honestly don’t think I have one.
Bulk: Does… that mean I win?
Kimberly: No… I’m speechless. It boggles my mind that this man is even still in this race. Who might I ask is taking him seriously as a candidate? I mean, who is planning on voting for him that’s not on a dare? He’s clearly insane and not even taking this seriously. Notice he manages to squeeze ‘dweeb cleansing’ into pretty much all of his answers.
Bulk: It’s my slogan?
Kimberly: I mean he clearly doesn’t care about any of you. Most of you guys in the audience I’ve actually witnessed him throwing into a locker, or a dumpster, or a toilet or hitting on to the point of borderline sexual harassment. Voting for him would be like voting for Rush Limbaugh. At least vote for a candidate that doesn’t make it obvious that they don’t give a crap about you.
Robbie: (scoffs) …guess that leaves you out.
Kimberly: Excuse me?
(The audience gasps collectively at what looked like the proverbial gloves coming off.)
Robbie: You don’t give a crap about any of them but your silly little girlfriends. You’ve preached about how much you’ve ‘grown’ in the past year, but you’re still just like Bulk, only difference is he at least has enough integrity to admit it. I mean take Jerry right there in the front row.
(He points at a boy sitting in front of the stage.)
Robbie: Why should he vote for you? Sure you’re pretty and all but do any of your ideas really help him? What have you done for Jerry? I’m sure you’re very nice to him when campaigning, or when he’s passing you notes in lab… or even when he’s ringing you up at American Eagle, but do you even know the first thing about him and his needs?
Kimberly: You’re such a hypocrite. You pretend to be this people’s champion, but since the day I’ve met you, you’ve spent everyday of your life complaining about how stupid everybody is but you, or how cheesy we all are when we fight for a cause. You care less about other people than I do…
Jerry: And my name isn’t Jerry.
Robbie: Shut up Jerry.
Kimberly: You’re a selfish, cynical human being; and you only ever help us fight a monst…
Tommy: (gasp) …!!!
Trini: (gasp) …!!!
Kimberly: I-I mean fight a cause when it benefits you. You’re no candidate, you’re just a crude, obnoxious little boy who just sits at home all day and smokes p…
Robbie: HEY! Don’t you dare make those accusations! And for your information, I only tried it once and I did not inhale!
Kimberly: (arms crossed) Whatever.
(As the two tail off into mindless bickering, everyone begins to look confused; from the audience members, to the judges who can’t seem to get a word in to stop this from getting out of hand. To Trini and Tommy who have come to a harsh realization.)
Tommy: (remorsefully) I think we’ve gone too far…
Trini: (shakes head) I definitely agree.
Tommy: I just wanted Kim to win, I didn’t mean for them to rip each other new ones in public.
Trini: We’ve got to stop this.
(And right on cue, Tommy’s communicator goes off.)
Robbie: Don’t even let me get started on hypocrisy Kim. You support the schools plan to cut sex ed on the grounds of some ethical high road of yours. Meanwhile, you’re not even a virgin!
(A stunned silence overtakes the auditorium as Kim’s jaw hits the floor.)
Kimberly: I can’t believe you just went there…
(Tommy turns to Trini and shrugs)
Tommy: Well she isn’t…
Robbie: (reaches into pocket) As a matter of fact, I’ve brought along a photo I’ve ‘found’ a while back that’ll show you just exactly the kind of person his ‘candidate’ is…
(Just as Robbie is about to pull out the photo he himself took when they switched bodies a year ago, he hears a noise from the side of the stage.)
(Tommy is gesturing to his communicator, signaling trouble. The two stop cold and stare blankly into the audience, realizing they have to leave.)
Kimberly: Oh no…
Mr. Kaplan: Is… everything alright?
Robbie: (feigns smile) Yeah… haha… I just uhh… need to pee. Gotta go.
Kimberly: Yeah, me too.
(The two pace quickly off stage much to the bemusement of everybody there. More pressing issues were at hand though at the four run off to a secluded area. That didn’t stop them from arguing the whole way there.)
Kimberly: I can’t believe you just told people that! Of all the lowest things you’ve ever done.
Robbie: Oh can it, harlot.
Trini: You guys, stop arguing! This has gone long enough and Zordon needs our help now.
Tommy: Come in Zordon.
Zordon: Rangers, come to the command center immediately, I’m afraid I have some bad news.
Trini: That didn’t sound too good. I hope the others are okay…
(The four teleport out of there and into the command center, where they are already in the middle of being briefed on the mission and watching what Zordon and Alpha saw on the viewing globe.)
Trini: Oh no… what are we gonna do? If those candles burn out…
Tommy: I don’t even wanna think about what’s gonna happen. I won’t let what’s happened to me happen to them. We’re going in there and stopping them.
Kimberly: Tommy… you’re powers are weak as it is, are you sure you want to risk it?
Tommy: I have to. Jason risked his life going in there to try and save my butt… it’s time I repay the favor.
Robbie: But how are we going to get in there? We don’t even know where ‘there’ is…
Alpha: The coordinates are still the same from the last time Jason traveled into the dark dimension. If we could just get Billy’s inter-dimensional teleporter, one of you could travel there and help the others escape.
Tommy: I volunteer to be that guy.
Trini: And Billy’s mom likes me, she’ll let me into his garage to get that teleporter.
Zordon: Than it’s settled. You two must go to Angel Grove Park where Tommy must teleport to the dark dimension. Now time is of valuable essence, you must get going.
Tommy: Got it.
Trini: Got it.
(Trini and Tommy teleport out; leaving just Robbie, Kim and Zordon alone…)
Zordon: (sternly) As for you two, I am very disappointed in how you’ve both been behaving the past few days. The role of a power ranger is supposed exemplify not only strength and courage, but solidarity and respect for one another. Traits the both of you have been severely lacking in.
Zordon: Rita’s caught onto this show of disunity and decided to take advantage of this by sending down a monster to attack your friends, who you are sworn to protect and she was able to take them with the full knowledge that you two wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t be able to stop her because you can’t work together. You have made a mockery of this responsibility and your friends are the ones who must now pay for it, not only with their powers, but quite possibly with their lives.
Robbie: Jesus, I get it, we suck…
Zordon: She has sent down The Republicrat, a two headed beast, bent on world domination, to act as a diversion. It is attacking in midtown by the piers. You must stop this monster from further damage. And you must do it working together.
(The two suck their teeth at the very thought.)
Kimberly: Come on Zordon… isn’t there anything else we could do?
Robbie: Can’t I go help Trini or something? This chick is more trouble than she’s worth.
Zordon: Enough. I have grown sick of seeing you two argue. Either you work together like teammates are supposed to, or one of you will be heading to Switzerland.
Robbie: I like Switzerland…
Kimberly: I’ll try… but not for you; but because we owe it to the others. They’re counting on us.
Robbie: You can stop the act Kim, no ones watching.
Zordon: Go now, and may the power protect you.
(The two sigh once more and give each other one last cold stare, before getting in position.)
Robbie: It’s morphin time!
Kimberly: (outdoing Robbie) IT’S MORPHIN TIME!!!
(Meanwhile, back in the Dark Dimension, a sword wielding Goldar openly mocks the disillusioned rangers.)
Jason: (angrily) What’s so funny?!
Goldar: Oh nothing; I was just wondering to myself which one of you is gonna be the prison meat should we never let you out.
Jason: Just you wait Goldar, when our friends get here, you and that stupid little dog are gonna pay for this… and I’m pretty sure we’d make Billy our girlfriend.
Zack: Yeah, definitely Billy.
Finster: My how exciting it is to actually be out here on the fields getting my hands dirty. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic in that tiny workshop of mine.
Goldar: Nobody asked you mutt. I don’t know why Rita sent you down here, but just be quiet and stay out of my way and everything will be just peachy.
Finster: Now, now… Rita would want us working together.
Goldar: Urg. What did I just say?!
Zack: (to the others) I hope the others are on their way. I don’t think that candles gonna last another hour. And I don’t think I could last another second listening to these two bozos.
Billy: They have to be on their way; they’re our friends. I know they were butting heads before we got kidnapped but I have enough trust in them to put petty differences aside for the greater good. Am I right Jason?
(Jason’s mind is a mile away. His eyes fixated on the still burning candles on the table in front of them; the red, black and blue candles already beginning to melt away as the power drawn from their power coins set up underneath it leaks with it.)
Jason: (gravely) I hope so… if not, this could be the end of the power rangers as we know it.
(Elsewhere by the piers, The Republicrat re-emerges on the boardwalk, terrorizing anybody that crosses his path.)
Republicrat: VOTE FOR ME!! Gyahaha!!!
(Crowds of for some reason mostly Japanese people flock in horror at his mere grotesque presence. As he walks he knocks over a nearby trash bin, spilling its contents.)
Republicrat: (Elephant side) Where ya’ll goin? Why I’m just the relatable country boy you’d all like to have a beer with.
(He then kneels over and picks up the very trash he knocked over.)
Republicrat: (Donkey side) And the freedom fighting, progressive that loves our planet!
(He gets up and spots a man with a baby carriage smoking a cigar.)
Republicrat: (elephant side) You there, let me light that cigar for you boy!
(His trunk extends, releasing a stream of flames, frightening the man as he runs for cover; leaving the carriage behind.)
Republicrat: Lookie here, a baby! Nothing a candidate loves more than to kiss babies. Come here little boy!
(The monster makes his way toward the unattended baby carriage to the dismay of the father, hiding behind a tree. He closes in to pick it up, but just as he is about to he gets hit with two laser beams, causing him to fall over. From a distance, a now morphed Robbie and Kimberly are seen with blade blasters in hand.)
Kimberly: Stay away from that baby you creep!
Robbie: I don’t know what’s worse, what that monster would’ve done or that father just abandoning his child?
Kimberly: Seriously; and I thought your dad was in Iraq.
Republicrat: (angrily) YOU TWO!! Well if it isn’t the socialist and the elitist; surprised you two could take time out of blindsiding one another to blindside me!
(Kim wastes no time talking and just runs after the monster; Robbie follows suit.)
Kimberly: We need to get him away from that baby!
Robbie: Hold up!
(The Republicrat uses it’s trunk yet again to detract them with fire but to no avail as they continue to run toward him unscathed. However about midway there, Robbie catches up with Kim and sticks his foot out in her path, causing her to fall flat on her face.)
Kimberly: AHHH! Robbie!
Robbie: (shouts) That rip on my father was uncalled for, jezebel!
(Robbie reaches the monster, ducks a clothesline and greets him with a super kick to the face then in one fluid motion pulls out his blade blaster, kneels over and fires three shots at him, taking him down. He runs right over to the carriage, picks the baby up and rushes over to the father who runs off safely.)
Robbie: Alright, now to deal with this two headed freak.
(However, he barely gets the chance to turn around before he meets a powerful buck to the chest; only hearing the donkeys battle cry before soaring twenty feet into a tree.)
Republicrat: (Donkey side) EEE-YAAAWW!!!
Robbie: (writhing) Man… that hurt!!
Republicrat: (donkey side) As a born eco warrior, I love nothing more than taking out the trash! (Elephant) YEEE HAAWW!!!
(The monster slowly walks toward him punching his open palm while Robbie struggles just to get to one knee. When the monster reaches him, they lock arms while he’s still mostly on the floor and appears easily overpowered. Luckily though, Kim was back on her feet and soared to the rescue, firing multiple arrows from her power bow.)
Republicrat: Whoa, back up!!
(The shots appear to miss its target, merely backing the monster off of Robbie while he was floored from the blasts the arrows left behind.)
Kimberly: Robbie you alright; I said heads up!
Robbie: (Panting) …no… you didn’t….
Kimberly: Oh… oops.
(Kim runs up to him, but doesn’t help him up; instead just stands there looking down on him.)
Kimberly: What kind of president are you? Relaxing at a time like thi…..
(She could barely finish her sentence before the Republicrat could get to her, constricting his long trunk around her neck and suspending her in midair.)
Republicrat: (elephant side) I guess you’re out a luck missy, you just happened to get on my sore side and I just happened to be pro-death penalty! Hahaha!!! Lynch em till the cows come home!!
Kimberly: (Choking) R-Robbie… Heeeeellllllp.
(Robbie barely gets back to both knees to see a struggling Kim desperately flailing her legs while slowly running out of air.)
Kimberly: R-obb-ie… puh-leeeese….
Robbie: (indifferently) Did I leave the stove on this morning?
(Meanwhile in Angel Grove Park, Kimberly and Tommy try to locate the exact coordinates to the portal that will allow them to enter the dark dimension. Tommy holds the two portal conduits while Trini’s several steps ahead of him holding a map.)
Trini: We’re almost….
Trini: Here. Okay Tommy, set it up here and hurry; we don’t have much time.
Tommy: Okay. The first thing I do when I head in there is reach for the candles. The longer I delay it, the more their powers are gonna waste… by the way, how am I going to get in there if each of us will have to hold one of the conduits up.
Trini: Hmm. I didn’t really think of that. Try running inside the second we’re able to open the portal.
(The two place them in position as Trini turns on the switch. Soon, sparks start flying and from in between a dark hole opens up, witch enough force going inside of it that their hair starts flying towards it.)
Trini: Okay… this hole won’t stay open forever, so get in.
Tommy: You know what Robbie would’ve said just now?
Trini: ‘That’s what she said?’
Tommy: Yeah. You know, he’s not that bad actually…
Trini: He really isn’t.
Tommy: Trini, if I don’t make it out for whatever reason. Tell Robbie… and Kim… that I’m sorry. I can’t help but feel that I sort of egged this whole thing on much more than it needed to be.
Trini: Tell them yourself, when you come back with the others.
(Tommy just nods at her.)
Trini: (shocked) Oh no!!
(From the sky, putties appeared and quickly surrounded the two of them.)
Tommy: (Dismayed) Oh great… not now.
Trini: Tommy just go inside right now, Rita’s trying to stop us. I’ll handle them.
Tommy: No, I can’t let you get hurt.
Trini: JUST GO!!
(Reluctantly, Tommy sighs before running inside the portal that shuts the second he enters it leaving a beleaguered Trini all alone to face a pack of putties.)
( She bravely tosses her half of the conduit on the floor and gets in fighting stance, but is almost immediately grabbed from behind by one of them and pinned to the floor. Meanwhile, inside the dark dimension, a portal begins to open up, to the intrigue of Jason, Zack and Billy.)
Billy: Someone’s here!
(From the portal enters a disoriented Tommy. First thing he spots when he enters though is the table containing all the candles and heads right toward it blindly unaware of the fact that he isn’t alone.)
Tommy: Hang on guys; I’m getting you out of here!
Jason: Tommy, look out behind you!!!
(Before Tommy could react, he’s clocked over the back of the head by the handle of Goldar’s sword; blacking out on impact. Several minutes pass before Tommy reawakens, splitting headache and all and all he could see was smoke.)
Tommy: (groans) ….
(He struggles to get to his knees before he spots a pair of sneaker in front of him and shoots up expecting somebody to attack him. Instead…)
Jason: Are you alright?
Tommy: Zack, Billy… what happened?
Trini: You were knocked out and they threw you in here.
Tommy: Trini?! But you were… weren’t you…?
Trini: (crosses arms) …
(Now fuming, Tommy gets up and throws himself against the gate.)
Tommy: Goldar! I demand you let us out now!
Finster: (startled) Oh my!
Goldar: (laughs) You aren’t in a position to be making orders green ranger; if I should even call you that anymore…
Tommy: We’ll just see about that. It’s morphin time!
(But nothing happens. He frantically checks his back for his morpher but can’t seem to find anything. Goldar just gives a hardy laugh.)
Goldar: Are you looking for this?
(He steps aside, revealing the table with all the candles on it. And right beneath the already mostly melted green candle lays his power coin; having the remaining of is already wasted energy sucked out of it. Tommy can’t do much else but look on in horror.)
Tommy: Give that back! Please…
Goldar: Gyahaha! Sorry, but that doesn’t work on me. You’ve rolled the dice one too many times, and now we’re about to finish the job we started. Pretty soon, the green ranger will be no more as well as the rest of you. I’ll be sure to send a thank you note to your remaining friends, that is, if they don’t kill each other first. Gyahahahaha!!!
(To be continued…)