Atop the Earth's moon stood Rita Repulsa's Moon Palace, and strangely enough, the evil empress wasn't marching through the freezing corridors or peering through her Repulsascope, spying on her mortal enemies—the Power Rangers. But somebody else was.

"Haha! This is great!" Squatt cried, expelling flecks of saliva from his warthog-like jowls. He had one of his bulbous eyes pressed up against the telescope, clapping his hands with glee.

"What are you doing, you simpleton?" Baboo, his cohort and Rita's master scientist, questioned, nudging the pudgy beast away from the Repulsascope. "If Mistress Rita catches you putting your disgusting eye on her equipment, she'll zap you to the farthest reaches of the M51 Galaxy!"

"Aw, shut up, Baboo!" Squatt protested. He tried to strike the man-bat, but Baboo pushed him away with two of his four spindly hands. "She isn't here. Nobody's here except us! Even Finster's gone!"

"Exactly!" Baboo cut in again as he took a cloth and tried to wipe away the slime from the Repulsascope's eyepiece. "They're all meeting with the High Counselor to find out what to do after losing the Green Ranger to that old crackpot Zordon. And I was getting things ready for our next attack myself, but I can't work with your incessant squealing!"

Squatt reached into his leather belt-pouch and took out a thick, jagged moon rock. He opened his mouth wide and crunched down on it with his stubby fangs. "Hey, I was working too!" he shot back, chunks of stone and spit dotting the floor. "I was keeping an eye on those Power Kids, and this really awesome movie came on…"

Baboo stepped back and, adjusting his monocle, took a look through the super-powerful Repulsascope to see Brock and Tracey joined by Misty and Hayashi, and they were pointing at the monster movie that was playing. A mad scientist was jumping up and down with glee as he saw Triassic Terror and Atomic Moth destroying the city during their battle

"This is a time to impress our empress, and you're at the movies?" Baboo posed, charging up to his companion and curling his blue fists.

"Yeah, and it actually got me thinkin'!" Squatt snapped. "What if we create a monster of our own to destroy the Power Rangers and their city? With everyone away, nobody can stop us!"

"You…have a point there, my friend," Baboo conceded. One of his powder blue arms reached upward, the thin fingers stroking his chin. "Perhaps it is time to step into the foreground." He looked to the left and the right corridors leading out of the main chamber, and then beckoned Squatt to hurry with him down the left one.

"I must admit, you did have a certain penchant for creating creatures before. Shihan Hideous was truly terrifying," Baboo said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Funny you should ask!" Squatt nearly screamed, causing Baboo to hush him. He quieted down, and the two made their way down to the iron door of Finster's monster workshop. "Funny you should ask," Squatt continued, opening the door and going in with his friend. "I noticed how Rita's magic rainstorm easily controlled the Dragonzord. We could make a monster that has that same power!"

"A brilliant idea," Baboo admitted, tiptoeing over to the monster maker's workbench and gathering a fresh lump of space clay. "Perhaps you aren't so stupid…"

"I was thinking we could create this turtle with a stoplight in its back!" Squatt suggested, his words going a mile a minute. "His red light could stop things and the green light could make 'em go fast. We could call him Shellshock! Ow!"

One of Baboo's appendages struck Squatt hard in the back of his head. Baboo closed his eyes and said, "I spoke too soon." He reopened his eyes, remembering what he had seen through the Repulsascope. He began to run his fingers through the sticky clay, widening it out into two wide fans going right and left.

"Then again, your dawdling just gave me an idea. I may have to take back what I just said."