A series of unconnected events.

Disclaimer: I don't own power rangers in any form or generation. Then again even if I could I'd only take MMPR to space and maybe ninja storm and dino thunder… but I've digressed. Summary: not mine

A/N: Random and completely unrelated ponderings, conclusions and moments inspired by the pr universe. No time line really- different for each and probably only the weakest sense of continuity at best.

Extract 1: Structural planning : Every time the Dragon Zord goes evil it attacks that one red and white chimney which is unfortunate for Eric Smith, owner of said chimney.

Eric Smith sank gratefully into his armchair exhausted from a day at the office. It had been a long day at the office and he felt tomorrow was going to be just as bad. He'd owned 'Angel Grove waterside motors Ltd' for almost 15 years now, ever since he graduated from Angel Grove community college, building it up from one small shop which fixed cars and bought and sold scrap parts to a large company which was responsible for the supply of most of Angel grove repair shops with equipment. It had always been a relatively stressful job but in the last 18 months it had gotten significantly worse: ever since the day the green Ranger had first shown up. Waterside Motors seem to have the misfortune of being situated directly next to the base of the 'Dragon Zord': every time the damn thing went evil it was his company that got hit the worst. He'd thought it was over when the Green Ranger turned good but even that didn't seem to help: there was always some disaster that turned either him or the Zord evil. It'd been a quiet couple of months until yesterday and Eric was beginning to hope the Green Ranger was gone for good, that he was, as many newspapers suggested, the former identity of the White ranger. Yesterday however the green ranger had returned and true to form his zord had been quick to target the red and white chimney that stood proudly at the top of one of Eric's warehouses.

This incident had left he, and his business associates the unpleasant task of rebuilding it; something that had been broached in today's board meeting.

It had been a tedious affair with some suggesting pulling money out of the east Angel Grove productions and other suggesting wage cuts, someone had even suggested a bake sale to raise funds.

It was young Jimmy Sampson from accounts who tackled the problem from the most interesting angle. He was only 25, not long out of business school and a whiz kid: Eric wasn't sure he liked him but he could do wonders with a tax sheet so he couldn't complain.

"Why don't we just not rebuilt it?" asked Jimmy "there's no real purpose to that chimney except decoration. Warehouse 7 is just a storage warehouse now and has been for the past six months: we could easily keep it that way."

The others had looked at him momentarily and burst out laughing. Eric had been touched by the naivety of his response but to Jimmy it seemed it was a perfectly logical solution.

"Jimmy," he'd said seriously, "why do you think we continue to rebuild it? It's a task that's been done 4 times this year do you honestly think we'd do it if it wasn't necessary?"

"Well I…"

"We rebuild it because we have to: the Dragon Zord always, always targets that chimney first. He seems drawn to it. After he's done that he moves on to attack the surround buildings and businesses gradually working his way in towards the main part of Angel Grove. It doesn't take long for the other Rangers to show up though and put a stop to it. Can you imagine what damage he'd do if he didn't go straight for that red and white chimney? How many more important products and businesses might be damaged or destroyed if the chimney didn't distract him until the Rangers arrive. It's our civic duty to keep it available, whats more for our own good as well as everyone else's. He destroys a chimney not our stock."

Jimmy looked blankly for a moment overwhelmed by the importance of this one defunct chimney but only for a moment, then an idea came to him.

"If that's true, then why don't we simply ask the city council for a grant to keep the chimney standing."

Silence.

"Jimmy," said Eric quietly after a second, "that's brilliant! I'll go call them right away," he paused, "I'll see if they'll shout for some of those exploding crates as well. They seem to distract it nicely."

Eric sighed as he put his head back in his chair. He'd got the money but only after 2 hours on the phone to the council-god he hated politicians. He was just glad he could come home to his chair and relax, it'd had definitely been a long day.