(Will, Dax, Ronnie and Rose are spending quality team building time in the base by playing B.S.)

Rose: Three nines.

Ronnie: Two tens.

Dax: Four jacks.

Will: B- to the -ullshit!

Dax: (Takes the pile) Dammit.

Ronnie: Hey, how about that battle last week?

Will: Yeah, when we blew up that monster, I thought Flourious was going to shit himself.

Dax: Yeah, that was funny.

Rose: Does anyone else smell that?

Dax: Smell what?

Rose: Oh, you know, that cool, crisp breeze that smells like a heard of buffalo shitting into a furnace.

Will: Actually, now that you mention it, yeah. (Turns his head) Where is it coming from?

Ronnie: Yeah, and where's Mack?

(Suddenly, the Rangers notice Mack a few feet away, shirtless and flexing his muscles in front of a large fan.)

Will: (Drops jaw) That just ain't right.

Ronnie: Oh my gosh you guys, I think that smell is coming from Mack!

Will: Really? You think?

Rose: Let me handle this. (Walks over to Mack) Hey, Mack.

Mack: Hey, Rose. What's shakin'?

Rose: (Takes deep breath) Mack, when was the last time you took a shower?

Mack: Today.

Rose: Today?

Mack: No, wait, it was two weeks ago today.

Rose: (Nearly gags on her own uvula at that information) Oh my gosh! Uh . . . wow, Mack. Good for you. (Runs back to the others)

Ronnie: Well, what did he say?

Rose: He hasn't bathed for two weeks!

Will: We can't stand for this! Mack is supposed to be our leader. We can't have a gross, reeking, hygiene challenged fucking warthog leading the team that's supposed to save the world!

Dax: Yeah, and we can't have Mack stinking up the place either!

(Will is preparing to obliterate Dax's testicles with his boot for being such a dumbass when Mr. Hartford comes into the room.)

Dax: Hey, Mack's dad!

Mr. Hartford: Yeah, Dax, how about you address me as Mr. Hartford, or else I can just start addressing you as Dumbass?

Dax: Hey, that's exactly what my dad calls me!

Will: (Sarcastically) Really?

Dax: Yeah! And my frat boys, too!

Rose: Dax, you've never even been to college.

Dax: Pie taste like crayons.

Mr. Hartford: (Shakes his head at the raging dumbass he stupidly chose as Blue Ranger, then turns to the others.) So, what's up?

Rose: Actually, Mr. Hartford, we were hoping to have a word with you.

Mr. Hartford: About what?

Rose: (Glances at Mack) Could we speak to you in private?

Mr. Hartford: Sure thing, Rose.

(Rose, Will, Dax, Ronnie and Mr. Hartford go into the other room, out of Mack's earshot.)

Rose: Mr. Hartford, Mack reeks! He's stinking up the entire base.

Mr. Hartford: (Shakes his head gravely) Yes, I know.

Will: Well, you're his dad. Can't you tell him to take a bath?

Mr. Hartford: I'm afraid not.

Rose: Why not?

(Mr. Hartford has a flashback.)

(Flashback)

Mack: Hey, dad, I bet you I can go a whole month without bathing!

Mr. Hartford: You're on.

(End Flashback)

Rose: (Disgusted) You made a bet?

Mr. Hartford: If I told him to take a bath, it would be cheating!

Ronnie: But Mr. Hartford, we'll die of his stench before a month is up!

Mr. Hartford: I'm sorry, guys, but you'll just have to hold out until then. Now, I have a mission for the five of you.

Will: (Sighs) Does Mack have to come?

Mr. Hartford. Of course. He's your leader, weather or not he smells like cottage cheese in a sauna.

Will: Speak of the devil . . .

Mack: (Walks in) Hey, guys. What's up?

Mr. Hartford: Spencer's been tracking abnormal energy levels throughout Australia. I need you to fly to there to investigate. Also, due to the potentially volatile nature of such a high energy, you will have to wear specialized anti-radiation vests.

(Spencer brings in the vests, then complains about how he's not paid enough. Mr. Hartford kicks him one in the ass and tells him he's lucky to be paid at all, considering what a fucking piss-baby he is. Spencer stalks off with a conspicuous wet spot on his trousers.)

Rose: These are pretty cool.

Dax: Yeah, they even come in our colors!

Will: (Sniffs his) Wait a second. Why do these smell like . . . (Takes another whiff) Mack?

Mack: Oh, by the way, I tried them all on first.

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: (Almost barf up a lung at the grossness) Eww!

Mr. Hartford: Yeah, Mack, yours is the red one. Remember? They're color coordinated.

Mack: Yeah, but to develop a well-rounded fashion sense, I feel I must experiment with lots of different colors. For example, today I found out that baby pink is totally my color. And black is so slimming on me!

Will: Yeah, Mack, we're the Overdrive Rangers, NOT the Fab Five!

Mr. Hartford: Okay, you have your mission. Get going.

Mack: All right! (Throws up his hands in triumph)

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: (Crumple to the floor in the overwhelming noxious sting of their reeking teammate) Aww!

Spencer: (From the other room) Bloody hell! What died?

Mr. Hartford: (Under his breath) Hopefully, Dax.