Disclaimer: I don't own the Rangers. That's all.

Hi! Several fanfic authors have been writing stories about five things Rangers have never done. At least I think that's what the challenge is. Well, I decided to participate in my own strange way. And this began building up in my head. So I thought I'd let it come out.

Five Things Bridge Never Wore on His Hands

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

1

The SPD Rangers were in the middle of yet another battle. They had no problem defeating the krybots but the monster of the day was proving to be another problem. They had been attacking with all of their individual weapons for the past two hours and were getting exhausted.

"Bwwwwaaahhahahhahah!" shouted the BoogieHead Monster. "I have the upperhand! None of your weapons will stop me! Emporer Grumm shall rule this puny planet! Bwwaaahahahahaa!"

'That does it!" gasped Jack who was supporting a panting Z. "I don't care what you say, Bridge, we're going to do it."

"You mean you and Z are…. right here in front of us?" asked Bridge, oblivious to the glares of his teammates. "I mean do you really want to do that? We're pretty advanced but that may be going a bit too far. And do you really want that vile, disgusting poopie-head of a monster to be watching or maybe even videotaping as you both get all sweaty and…Eeeep!" he quickly doubled over from the vicious kick Z gave him.

"That's not what he meant, Doofus," said Sky. He turned to Jack. "Please tell me that isn't what you're talking about." Sky then clammed up as Z whipped her glare in his direction as well.

Jack rolled his eyes in exasperation. "No wonder I got to be leader." He continued ignoring the threats Sky was now mumbling. "I was trying to say we have to call on RIC and we have to do it now! I don't think Syd's gonna be able to hold off BoogieHead by herself much longer."

"WHAT?!" cried Bridge. "NO! DON'T…"

"Well, it would be nice if you idiots stopped yapping and helped me here….aaaahhhhh!" she screeched as a blob of green snot fell on her head. "My hair! My beautiful hair! That does it! Call RIC now, Jack!"

"PLEASE NO!" whined Bridge. "There has to be another…"

But Jack paid no heed to him. Instead he called for RIC.

"Bark Bark Bark Bark!" said the robotic dog as it pulled itself off Bridge's hands and formed itself into the Canine Cannon. Jack, Z, Sky, and Syd grabbed the cannon and aimed for the monster while Bridge collapsed as the sudden rush of emotions from everyone including the monster overwhelmed him.

Three seconds later, the BoogieHead Monster was a pile of ashes. Jack turned to his sobbing teammate. "Why don't you just wear gloves like the rest of us Rangers?" He held up one of his own gloved hands.

Bridge looked up at Jack and the others then smacked himself on the forehead. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" he screamed as his own thoughts and emotions attacked him through his bare hands in a continuous loop.

2

"Hey! Heya you there!"

"I believe he's calling you, Bridge," said Z, indicating the man standing at the door of Gino's Pizza Parlor.

Bridge sighed. "Maybe he's calling one of you. Maybe…"

The man stomped out and began jabbing Bridge in the chest. "Whatta you doin' here? You gotta customers waiting!"

"But I don't work…."

"You gotta that right. You don't work you lazy good for nothing bum. I'm not paying you to stand here all day."

"You're not paying me at all," mumbled Bridge.

"I'm a gonna lose more customers thanks to you!" The man shouted as he shoved Bridge towards one of the delivery cars. "I'm a gonna go bankrupt! Go deliver those pizza pies now!" With that, he stomped back into the restaurant.

Z sauntered over to Bridge. "Now do you think wearing those pizza boxes on your hands is such a good idea?"

"Maybe not," replied Bridge. He dangled the keys the restaurant manager had given him. "But hop in, and let's see what this baby can do!"

"Fine, but I'm driving this time. You're not putting me into intensive care like you did with the others!"

(My apologies for the horrendous attempt at an Italian accent.)

3

"Bridge! Bridge!" called Jack as he ran into the kitchen.

"What is it Jack?" asked Bridge.

"Sorry, Bud, but I'm afraid they're coming."

Bridge panicked. "Monsters? Grumm's krybots? What do I do? I can't go after them like this!"

Jack leaned back on the counter. "Actually they're not the ones coming. We took the liberty of making a few calls to solve this little 'problem' of yours." With that, four large men in white coats rushed into the room.

"Noooooooooooo!" cried Bridge as they yanked his frostbitten left hand out of the freezer and his burnt right hand out of the oven, straightjacketed him and dragged him out of the building and into the ambulance.

4

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" screamed Syd as she entered the SPD common room. "I can't take it anymore!"

"What? Still having trouble spending all of Daddy's money in one shopping spree?" asked Z nonchalantly as she browsed a magazine.

"Oh ha ha ha, very funny," replied Syd. "Bridge is driving me crazy. I mean it was cute and all at first. But now…"

Z nodded now knowing what her teammate was referring to. "And profitable. Don't forget profitable. We've been clearing over two hundred bucks a week at all those kid's parties and at the children's theater."

"Yeah, but now he's…. he's…." Syd dissolved into tears.

"Too bad everyone's gotten tired of the act," said Jack as he came in and flopped onto one of the couches. "I was putting my share towards this cool red BMW. But, really, Bridge has gotten a bit too obsessed with the whole thing."

"Definitely," said Z as she put her magazine away and began looking for a new one to read. "But I still don't see why it's freaking you out so much Syd."

"STOP IT!!!!" shouted Sky as he ran into the room. He ducked behind a video game console.

"Awwwww come one, Skysie Wysie," cooed Bridge in a high-pitched voice as he ran after the now trembling Blue SPD Ranger. "Give Poopsie Woopsie a kissy wissy. I'll cry and wet myself if you don't." He was holding up the green sock puppet on his right hand. It had mismatched button eyes, strands of yellow yarn for hair, and a markered on smile.

Z began to snicker. "Bridge, why are you trying to get Sky to kiss…uh…that thing on your hand?" asked Z.

Bridge looked at her. "It's not my idea." He said in his regular voice. "Poopsie Woopsie keeps telling me he loves Sky. Can I help it if he's in love with Sky?" Bridge looked in Sky's direction. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that shower while Poopsie Woopsie was drip-drying in the bathroom.

"Why oh why couldn't it at least have been a female puppet?" murmured a now red-faced Sky.

"Now, Bridge," said Jack, trying his hardest not to laugh. I think we should go have a little talk with Kat about your puppets talking to you. They may have some strong medication for that. Or perhaps even shock therapy."

"Oh, Kat already tried that," responded Bridge. "But she got really annoyed when my new friend here kept trying to hump her. She yanked off his eyes and ears and threw them on the floor." He held up his right hand. "Does anyone know of a good puppet hospital?"

"PEANUT!!!!!!" wailed Syd as she saw her now mangled friend jammed on Bridge's hand from a hole he had made in its bottom. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

5

"Cold, so cold," mumbled Sky as he crouched in the corner of Kat's lab rocking and moaning like he had been doing for the past five weeks.

"Don't worry, Sky," said Kat sympathetically. "You'll get better soon. This addiction will no longer affect you."

"How is he, Kat?" asked Bridge as he peeked into the lab.

"Bridge!" hissed Kat. "Get away from here! You know you're not allowed to see him just yet!"

But it was too late. Sky had leapt up and dashed to his friend in less than two seconds. "Please, please, please be a pal and let me just study one of them for just a few minutes. Please, pretty please?" He yanked hard at one of the only two SPD manuals available anywhere on Earth that had been Krazy-glued to Bridge's hands.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaa!!!!!!" cried Bridge as he pulled back his now bloodied left hand and then subsequently collapsed at the combined emotions of the crazed man drooling over the manual and the now furious Kat.

"Great," growled Kat at the now moaning Bridge. "Five weeks of intense therapy down the drain."

AN- Ok, that was actually fun. I may do more if I come up with any other ideas. If so, I'll just add it as a chapter to this one.