Sloth: Could someone kindly tell me what insane force possessed me and drove me to write this story? I mean seriously, I've come up with some weird crossovers. One of which I'm still trying to finish (Sorry fans of Blurry Your Perspective). But this? This thing is quite possibly the most insane, most odd, and most sugar induced high created story I've ever thought of. Which is why I've only got one chapter and decided to let the reviewers decide if it should be continued or not. Personally I think it works as a one-shot. Maybe...I'm not sure.

Well anywho, here's the basis for this little story. It is a complete and absolute AU with slight OOC characters. Furthermore, this is a three-way (well sort of) crossover that focuses around Sonny With a Chance characters along with several other characters from other Disney shows. The reason why it's in Sonny With a Chance is because I'm only using the ideas and basis from the other two shows. Those shows are Power Rangers and Sailor Moon.

Why would I use Power Rangers and Sailor Moon? I dunno. It think it might have to do with the fact that I grew up on those shows. My childhood was spent playing Sailor Moon vs Power Rangers. Litterally, we were a bunch of kids running around in the backward shouting "Moon Tiara Magic" and "It's Morphing Time". My childhood was really messed up .

Anyway, for the Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. No characters that appear in this story belong to me. They are all either from Sonny With a Chance or some kind of Disney show. I do not own any Power Rangers or Sailor Moon ideas.

Not enjoy my obviously insane sugar high induced creativity and pray another doesn't pop up. -gets an idea-

THE DAY HIS LIFE WAS OVER! CHAD TURNS SIXTEEN!

Most kids would be excited to wake up on their sixteenth birthday. It was the day that they became a young adult. Girls especially loved turning sixteen, throwing massive parties that would eventually span into its own television series that did nothing more than show how spoiled they could be. For guys, their sixteenth birthday was just as epic, if only a little toned down and without the fluffy pink décor. Yes, the 16th year was indeed the best, second only to the 21st. Every teen just couldn't wait to turn 16.

Well, everyone but Chad Dillon Cooper of course.

Chad had been dreading this day since he discovered he we have to take up the family mantle. Today was the day that he would no longer get to be Chad Dillon Cooper: Average High School Student of Green Bay High. Instead, he would become Chad Dillon Cooper: the neon red spandex wearing samurai superhero of Green Bay, Wisconsin.

Perhaps it would be easier to go back in time and explain a little about the Cooper Clan.

Long ago, in Ancient Japan, demons roamed free. They terrorized village after village, doing what demons did best. You know, eating virgins, stealing babies, seducing men, fornicating with villagers against their will. You know the fun just that would be banned from normal publications.

Anyways, getting back on track, the demons, better known as Ayakashi, terrorized Ancient Japan without resistance. That is, until one brave samurai stood up and defended his family against a particularly vicious Ayakashi. He had slayed the demon with a single stroke of his sword. This man was Sasuke Cooper. His courage and strength inspired others to take a stand against the demons who roamed Japan. The result was a great 16 year long war.

Young Cooper, along with four others, led the charge against the Ayakashi and their king, Lord Aizen. However, the King of the Ayakashi was a powerful beast and nearly killed the samurai and their forces. Just when hoped looked bleak, Sasuke's mother prayed to the moon goddess. Tsukiyomi, the beautiful moon goddess, answered the mother's prayers and bestowed great power to the five samurais. With their new powers, they managed to push back the Ayakashi into a corner. Sasuke then sealed Aizen and his greatest generals into the bowels of the earth.

Since the samurai power has been passed town from parent to child on the child's sixteenth birthday. Though generations have passed, it has always been the duty of the Coopers to lead the samurais in times of crisis. And should there be none, it was still the duty of the head of the Cooper Clan to fight for justice and give up their social life for…well life.

Which was why Chad refused to get up despite his sister repeatedly beating against his door.

"Go away!"

"Chad Dillon Cooper, if you don't get out of bed, I'm going to get Grampa!"

"Like the old geezer could do anything," Chad grumbled as he covered his head with his blanket.

Outside, a young blond haired girl crossed her arms over her chest. She was dressed in a bathroom and her usually curly blond hair was now splayed across her back. Tawni looked up and down the hallway. Unlike most kids, Tawni and Chad lived in a traditional Japanese thatched-roof house. It had been built on top of a small hill just on the outskirts of Green Bay when their great-grandparents emigrated from Japan. However with the new times, several non-traditional things were added to the house, like locks on doors and a satellite dish. One out never think that Chad or Tawni had Japanese genetics in them, but years of inter-racial marriages would do that for you.

Getting back on track, Tawni made sure there was no one around to see her pull out a brush from her robe. She quickly ran the brush over the door, drawing the Kanji for "Unlock". There was an audible click and Tawni proudly opened Chad's door. She strolled over to the futon where Chad tried to sleep and drew the Kanji for "Water" in midair. The symbol floated in midair before exploding into a small torrent of ice cold water. Right onto Chad's sleeping form.

All of Green Bay woke up to the faint sound of a feminine cry.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" a drenched Chad demanded as he covered himself. His white T-shirt and grey sweatpants clung to his frame and he shivered from the cold. Tawni just smirked proudly before turning away and headed out of the room now that Chad was awake.

"Just wishing you a happy birthday Chad. Now get dressed you lazy bum."

Chad frowned as he watched his sister leave. Knowing he couldn't go back to sleep on a wet bed, Chad turned to his dressed. He paused to look at a picture frame on his drawer. Smiling back at him was a handsome young man in his early thirties. He had dark blond hair and forest green eyes. Sitting on the man's lap was an eight year old Chad, grinning happily despite his missing front tooth. Both father and son were dressed in red gi. Chad smiled solemnly at the picture before sighing and picking out his attire for the day.

….

….

"Morning Gramma," Chad greeted his grandmother. She was a gracefully aged woman in her 60's. She had short graying hair done in a bun. She was definitely of Asian descent, as evident by her almond-shaped eyes and short plump form. However oddly enough, Granny Cooper sure loved her Spanish Soap Operas. She was actually watching one right now.

"Shh, Maria is about to find out Josue has been cheating on her with her step-brother Jose."

"Gramma there aren't any subtitles," Chad commented. Granny Cooper just waved him off.

"Doesn't mean I can't make up my own stories."

Chad chuckled at this and turned towards the kitchen. He could see Tawni at the stove cooking something. He only prayed it was edible this time. He shuffled passed the threshold…and was promptly whacked on the head with a kendo stick.

"Ow! What was that for you old coot!"

Chad's grandfather harrumphed at Chad's failure to avoid the kendo stick. The head of the house was an aged man who looked like he could be an American cousin to Albus Dumbledore. You know, the grumpy, sarcastic, drunken cousin Dumbledore ignored at family reunions. Chad's grandfather was 5'6" with a head of gray hair and the beard to go with. Despite his appearance Chad knew his grandfather was a strong and powerful man. He had seen the old crouch punch a hole into a boulder.

"You should be paying more attention to your surroundings," he told his grandson. "An enemy could be hiding anywhere and if you aren't careful, you might find yourself like a headless chicken."

"…That's not what Tawni's cooking is it?"

"I heard that!"

By now Tawni had walked over to the two-foot high table in the adjacent dining room. She placed a plate of slightly toasted scrambled eggs and scrambled rice onto said table. In addition to that, there were some Eggo waffles, syrup, and a small bowl of cream cheese, as well as a plate of extra-extra crispy bacon and greasy sausage. Chad sat across from his grandfather and started to pile his plate with eggs, sausage, and anything else that didn't have a burn mark on it.

"Breakfast is ready Gramma," he heard Tawni call from the kitchen.

"I'll be there in a minute. There's about to be a bitch fight. I hope Maria kicks that white girl's ass."

…

…

Chad nearly choked on his sausage and Tawni had to give him a good whack on the back to help dislodge the offending piece of meat. Once his throat was cleared and he could breath, he glared at his grandfather. "You're kidding me right?"

"I'm afraid not," the elderly man answered. "Starting today, you will immediately begin your rounds. It is your duty as the head of the Clan."

"But you're the head," Chad challenged.

"That may be, but I am too old to continue my duties."

"That's not what you told me last night in bed," Granny Cooper remarked before sipping her tea. She silently smirked at the look of horror on her grandchildren's faces.

"Ahem. Anyways, my point if that due to tradition, it is now your time to become the Red Samurai."

"But why so soon?" Tawni asked. "I mean I had the whole night planned for a party. Well, on second thought, we could still have the party. I'd have to make some last minute changes, but it could be pulled off."

"Wait a minute, how can you have a party if I'm not going to be there?" Chad asked curiously. Tawni just smiled and told him that they had parties without him all the time. Chad flicked a piece of egg at her face. Before a food fight could break out between the siblings, their grandfather cleared his throat and drew their attention.

"Nevertheless, it is now your duty and you must go at it head held high. You'll perform your rounds every day after school. Your mornings, evening, and weekends will be spent training. You can have Sundays off. Every morning will be…"

Chad had zoned out after the word weekends. He would never have another day off. He was doomed to have no social life until the day he died. He could see it now. His friends would leave him behind. The girl of his dreams, that he had yet to and probably never will find, will turn her back on him and date the quarter back. He would grow old alone, trapped inside this very house. He could see himself alone on the front porch as nothing more than a wrinkly old man with a cane and yelling kids to get off his lawn.

"I'm going to school," Chad moped before getting up and shuffled to his room. Upon arrival, he found a small box on his bed. Curious, he walked over and picked it up. With childish glee, Chad tore open the box…and growled. Inside was a pentagram-shaped red object with the Kanji for 'Fire'. It looked to be made of plastic, but when he picked it up, it felt heavy like metal. This was the symbol of the Head of House: The Lion Origami. It was also the final nail on the coffin.

Chad was doomed to be a Power Ranger.

And there you have it folks. What came from an insane dream and three hours of eating Sour Patch Kids. I've written at least four other chapters so if you guys want this to continue, well just let me know. Otherwise it'll stay a weird one-shot.

I did manage to fill in the positions for all the rangers and most of the sailor scouts. I do not know who I should make as Sailor Jupiter though and niether do I know who should be the Gold Ranger. Odd huh? If you have an idea who they should be, let me know. Do know they need to be from Disney. (Ps Percy Jackson and the Olympians count because the books say Disney. Percy/Alex Russo for the win!)

Ahem. Anyways, Catch Ya Later Folks!