Power Rangers Idol

Chapter 2: The Torment, uh, Singing Begins

Trent stood in the usual hallway with his microphone and his million dollar smile.

"Hi folks," he said cheerfully. "Welcome to another episode of Power Rangers Idol. Our judges have been hard at work to begin our search for the greatest singer on earth."

As soon as he said this, the scene changed and showed the four judges with a TV on their table. They were watching the Power Rangers Dino Thunder episode: Lost and Found in Translation.

"Ahahahahaha!" Laughed Pisces. "This is so stupid, it's funny!"

"I don't get it," frowned Eric. "People think THIS is better than the American Power Rangers?"

"Well," reasoned Jen. "It is only one episode, of one season."

"I just hope no Japanese episode of Lightspeed Rescue was like this," muttered Joel.

The scene then rushed back to a bewildered looking Trent as if to say "Well?"

"Uh...hehe," chuckled an embarrassed Trent. "Did I say working hard? I meant hardly working. On a side note, we at Power Rangers Idol would like to verify that we don't own Power Rangers or any of its characters. We also apologize to any Eric or Jen fans who are reading this. Now let's begin the auditions."

In the audition room, Trent was walking in to announce the first competitor when Eric spoke up.

"Pisces," he began. "Why are the rooms so tall?"

"Rule 1 in the rulebook," said Pisces absently.

Eric opened the rule book and almost fainted when he read it. "Zords can compete?!"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Something wrong? They can't even talk!"

"Well sure they can't talk," explained Pisces. "But that doesn't mean they can't sing!"

"What else is in this thing?" Eric muttered as he read through the rest. "Rule two: villains can compete. That'll be entertaining. Rule three: morph or use powers only if it's part of your dance routine for the song. Rule four: Eric sucks. Rule five: Eric sucks."

Eric froze when he read this part. It became obvious who wrote this book. He quickly flipped to the end of the book. "Rule seven hundred and ninety three: Eric sucks. Pisces!"

"Can I announce the first singer yet?" Trent inquired.

"Yeah go ahead Trent," said Pisces.

"The first person singing today is Justin Stewart, singing 'Row Row Row Your Boat',"

"I say yes!" Pisces exclaimed.

"You haven't even heard him sing yet," pointed out Eric.

"Don't need to! He's a blue ranger which automatically makes him better than the rest."

"You are unbelievably shallow," sighed Eric as Justin walked in.

"Hi guys," enthused the ten year old. "I'm gonna sing-"

"Freeze!" Jen commanded in away that made the three men beside her sit up straight. "Is a kid that age allowed to compete?"

"Well," spat Eric sarcastically. "Let's just look this up in the rulebook shall we? Rule two hundred and eighty seven: Eric sucks! I think he checks out!"

"All right, all right," said a taken aback Jen. "As you were," she said to a frightened Justin.

"Um, okay." Justin started singing in voice that sounded like a strangled chicken. "'Row, row, row your boat, gently down the Stream! Something, something, something, something life is but a Dream!' Well? What did you think? " Justin asked the shocked judges.

"You sang it terribly," Jen spoke first. "And you forgot the words. To the simplest song in the English language! NO!"

"Uh, sorry kid," said Joel. "I have to agree with the scary chick."

"Ditto," said Eric.

"I say yes," said Pisces. "That was the best song I heard all day."

"Pisces," pointed out Eric. "Two things. One, he's the only song we heard all day. Two, you're wearing earmuffs."

"What?"

"You're wearing earmuffs!"

"What?"

"Oh just forget it! Justin, goodbye. Trent, bring in the next guy!"

As Justin left crying, Pisces took off his earmuffs. "So, did he make it?"

After hearing this, Eric's eye started twitching. He pulled back his sleeve revealing his Quantum Morpher and reached for the on switch. Jen saw this and quickly whipped out her Chrono blaster and aimed it right between Eric's eyes.

"If he dies," she stated. "We all cease to exist. If you die, you cease to exist and I don't have any problem with that."

This was all Eric needed to hear. He took his hand away and assumed his grumpy posture.

Meanwhile, Trent was getting ready to call in the next contestant.

"Who's next in the line?" he asked.

"I am," hissed a sinister voice.

"Oh," gasped Trent in a taken aback voice. "Uh... h-hi Dad."

"Hello Trent," hissed Mesogog. "What a coincidence that you happen to be the host of this show. Some people would try and use connections like these to win. As you may know, I am one of those people."

"Now Dad," Trent began. "The host can't determine the winner. You can't just-"

"Trent!" Jen bellowed from the Judges room. "Next singer! Now!"

Defeated, Trent trudged into the room. Before anyone could react, he said solemnly, "The next singer is Mesogog."

After Trent left, Mesogog walked into the room looking menacingly at the judges.

"We're all capable of taking you down Dino-Boy," sneered Eric. "Sing the chorus to your song and get it over with."

"Very well," replied Mesogog coolly. He than sang his song in a surprisingly graceful voice. "Swing low... sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home. Swing low... sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home."

After he finished, Pisces and Joel had tears in their eyes while the tougher of the two judges looked very surprised.

"That...was... Beautiful!" Pisces sobbed. "I say yes."

"A real man does not normally cry," began Joel. "I am a real man, and you have made me cry. I say yes too!"

"I don't trust you," said Eric. "I say no."

"It looks like it's up to me," said Jen. "You are disgusting and rude, and will probably kill all the contestants. But since it is up to me to choose a good singer, and you are a good singer, I say yes. But we'll all be watching for funny stuff."

"Yes," calmly stated Mesogog. "I have proceeded. How will the game work from here on?"

"Well," began a sugar enriched Pisces. "We pick twenty singers from all of these people here. Those people move on to Mariner Bay where they must sing duets. We then select five groups of two and eliminate them. The remaining contestants become the top ten and will live on the Astro Megaship for the rest of the show. The only time they will be allowed to leave will be to sing on the Terra Venture every week (in story time not real life time) for the finals. Every week we will eliminate one singer until there are two left. Then we will do a super spectacular fancy ending show that will determine the winner! The winner can then have one wish!"

"Wish?" Mesogog asked. "Could the winner wish for... anything?"

"Yep," Pisces said. "Even, let's say, the world to be populated with dinosaurs again and all humans destroyed, or-"

Pisces was cut off as Mesogog began laughing maniacally and left the room.

"Pisces," Eric said. "You're an idiot."

The End