Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers and/or anything relating to Stepford. This is my remix of Stepford. Power Rangers, after being own by Disney, is once again own by the original creator, Haim Saban. I do not own these original characters.

As Anton was driving in his black Mercedes-Benz on a clear roadway, Trent was sitting in the front seat, looking bored as he was passing the sights as Isabella 'Is' was in the backseat, with her Ray-Ban aviators, chewing on gum as she was listening to MJ through her headphones.

As Trent was sighing, he has his hand on his cheek, "I don't get why we have to spend the summer here."

"Don't think of it like that. Think of it as a new experience for the all of us."

"Well, did this "new experience" have to include flying over 2000 miles, half way across the country, from California to Connecticut, dad?" Is said after popping her gum. "No offense, but you know we could have gone somewhere else for summer vacation, like Europe or the West Indies Caribbean."

"This is only for the summer, Trent and Isabella. It's not like we're moving here."

"We might as well be, dad."

"I agree with Trent on this one and I repeat: I still prefer going somewhere else like Europe or the West Indies Caribbean; those kinds of places instead of some town in Connecticut for summer vacation."

He took a deep sigh, understanding his twin adoptive son and daughter's frustration with spending an entire summer vacation in an alien place they knew nothing about.

"Look, you two. I understand you don't want to spend an entire summer here, but I'm telling you, it's been fine, okay?"

"Okay."

"Whatever."

"Hopefully, Stepford would be a good vacation place for us."

"We seriously doubt that, dad." Trent muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. "We seriously doubt that." He sips on a dark pair of black Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses.

Finally reaching to a pathway where there is a guard gate entrance. Pulling up to the guard in his dark shades,

"Name, please?"

"Fernandez-Mercer."

"Welcome to Stepford."

"Thank you."

He opened the gates and entered into Stepford. As they are driving, all they could see are beautiful and green oak trees, blooming flowers, perfect and green mow lawns, big and opulent mansions and estate homes. Most of the houses had the classic columns; oozing with opulence and luxury. They finally stopped at a large white brick mansion with and there was a tall person in a suit, waiting to greet them on the clear porte-cochere.

"Hello and welcome to Stepford, Fernandez-Mercer family." Trent still had his arms crossed and had this look on his face, rolling his eyes, still unhappy with the fact that he and his sister was forced to spend the entire summer in a strange place he knew nothing about.

"I'm Grant Prescott. I believe we have spoke on the phone last week. I'm with Stepford Real Estate." Grant turns his attention to,

"I bet you're Trent."

"Well, of course."

Later, Grant turns his attention to,

"Isabella, you seem like a lovely girl."

"Well, duh." She said after popping her gum.

"Yes. Trent, Isabella, and I are excited to spend our summer vacation here."

Trent and Is rolled his eyes at their father's last comment. They seriously had their doubts about staying here for the summer.

"Well, come on in."

He invites them into the estate and the first thing they see is the grand foyer that is two stories high with a double staircase with black carpeting and black and white marble flooring. Passing by, the grand formal living room, which must be at least 50 feet, modern furniture, Mahogany millwork and matching flooring, hand-applied wall finishing, ceiling and cabinetry with exotic accents, fireplace, a grand piano and a crystal drop chandelier. They walked over to the sunroom and the kitchen and they were both big and grand.

"Well, after our conversation on the phone, this house just seemed perfect for your family. It is the largest and most expensive house in the community. The estate is over 70,000 square feet and 70 acres of land, a private lake that can be overlooked by the estate, three stories, two gardens, a koi pond with a waterfall, sport courts and a guest house, just in case you have any family visiting you."

"Great." Trent muttered, still unimpressed.

"Whatever." Is muttered, filing her nails.

Walking over to a white keypad on the wall,

"Did I mention its top of the line and that in every house in Stepford, is a smart house; we have an award-winning security system, which can control any part of the house and it has everything an American household should have in their homes. And there's a panic button in every room; all with a touch of a button."

"Great. Trent, Is, what do you think?"

Trent and Is just stood there with their arms folded and back against the wall, still not impressed or interested into saying anything.

He walks over to their side and tries to stroke their heads, but nudges his hand away. "So, what do you like to do, Trent? Is? Paint, dance, write, play an instrument?"

"Draw." He looks down at the floors. "I like to draw."

"And I like to…be not about school when it's summer."

"Trent and Is are not very…talkative…or outgoing. They're more…"

"Shy and quiet." He finished his sentence. "But that's okay. You'll have to excuse these two there, Grant. They're not looking forward into spending the summer here."

"Oh, really?" Chuckling, "Don't you worry there, children. Who knows? You might grow to like it here. By the end of the summer, you'll be begging to stay here." He gives them a Grinch-like smile.