THE COLOUR THEORY

"Hey Bulk?"

Farkas Bulkmeier turned to look at his best friend, who was sitting on a stool and slurping a milkshake. Cramming his mouth full of popcorn, he replied:

"What?"

Eugene Skullovitch wrenched his eyes away from his subjects of interest and fixated them onto Bulk.

"Ya ever noticed how the geeks always wear the same colours?"

Bulk started. Since when had Skull ever been interested in the geeks? Except for Kimberly, Skull hadn't even bothered to memorise the other's names until fifth grade.

"Yeah… so what?"

Skull shrugged. "Dunno… it's just like they could add a bit of variety, ya know?"

Bulk reeled back onto the edge of his stool and regarded his friend in confusion. "Skull, since when have you cared about the colours of the geek's clothes?"

He narrowed his eyes and turned his head. "Hey Ernie, ya didn't slip anything into the Skullster's drink, did ya?"

Ernie looked up from where he was cleaning the counter, and raised an eyebrow.

"Do I look like the type of guy to slip something into one of my customer's drinks?"

Bulk nodded. "Yeah, good point."

Ernie shook his head in mock exasperation, before picking up a cake and weaving his way through the crowd to get to the centre of the room.

The punks ate and drank in silence as they watched Trini blow out the candles to thunderous cheers.

Skull suddenly piped up: "It's like they're representing the Power Rangers or something."

Bulk snorted. "Yeah right. Those musclebrains, the Power Rangers? Think logically, numbskull."

Skull smacked his chewing gum. "But Bulkie, don't ya think it's a bit susspisious?"

Bulk rolled his eyes and finished off his popcorn. "The word's 'suspicious' dolt, and besides, what with all the sports, hanging out and homework they do, none of them have time to be saving Angel Grove."

Skull creased his forehead. "That's true… Hey, Bulk? Ya gonna do Appleby's assignment?"

Bulk laughed. "What do ya think, Skully boy?"

The lanky teen grinned at him as he finished off his milkshake. He cast his theory out of his mind. The chances of those five geeks being the Power Rangers were zero, as Bulk had pointed out.

Bulk and Skull clambered to their feet and swaggered out of the centre. Besides, they had bigger issues to deal with than what colours the goody goods wore. Like what excuse they could use to weasel out of Appleby's assignment.