The rangers are about five or six years old.

"Let Me Tell You A Story"

Jason Scott carried his best friend, Kim Hart, into her house, closely followed by Zack Taylor, Trini Kwan, and Billy Cranston. Tears were streaming from Kim's eyes. Kim's mom walked in to figure out what all the commotion was about, and a worried look spread across her face instantly. "What happened?"

"Kim fell off the monkey bars and scraped up her leg, Mrs. Hart," Trini said.

Mrs. Hart walked over to her crying daughter and examined the damage. "Alright, I can take it from here. You kids can go home." Zack, Trini, and Billy left, but Jason stayed. "Jason, honey, don't you want to go with your friends?"

"Kim is my friend, Mrs. Hart. I want to make sure she's okay."

"Well, she can always give you a call later."

"No," he said firmly, "I'm staying."

Mrs. Hart shrugged, then turned around to walk to the bathroom. Jason followed her, still carrying Kim. Mrs. Hart put the seat cover down on the toilet, and Jason set Kim down gingerly. He held her hand while Mrs. Hart examined Kim's leg closer. "We're going to have to put some iodine on this, Kimmy."

"No!" she yelled, a terrified look on her face. "It'll hurt!"

"Kim, it can't hurt nearly as much as this did!" He lifted up his shirt slightly to show off a scar that stretched from his right side to his belly button.

Kim's eyes widened. "Whoa! How'd that happen, Jason?"

He smiled slightly as he began telling his story. "Well, I was training for my first karate competition, you know, just some of the basics. Everyone else had left already, and my dad was a little late picking me up, so I was just waiting outside the dojo. Then, out of nowhere, five real live ninjas appeared!"

"Five!"

"Five! They all started circling around me, looking almost like vultures getting ready to eat the body of a dead animal. One came in and aimed a flying tornado kick to my head, but I ducked easily. Being short has it's advantages." Kim giggled a little, then waited for Jason to continue his story. "So, that one was knocked out from when his head hit the ground, but there were four more! So I crouched down and spun around with my leg out, and I knocked all of them down! One of them flipped back up and started coming towards me, but before I could take him out, a spaceship came out of the sky and abducted me!"

Kim raised an eyebrow. "Really, Jason?"

"Really! So, there I was, on an operating table, with these green, slimy aliens standing over me. The held a scalpel over me, and then I remember feeling a pain so bad that I passed out!" Kim gasped. "When I woke up later, I saw my liver in a jar across the way, and I had this scar."

"Jason."

"Yes?"

"You're lying."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"How would you know, anyways? You weren't there."

"Because, you can't live without your liver!" Jason opened his mouth to speak. "And," she said before he could argue, "your liver is up here." She pointed to her upper chest.

Jason sighed in defeat. "Okay, I lied." Kim nodded, satisfied that she won the argument. "But you didn't feel a thing, did you?"

Kim looked down at her leg to see it all bandaged up. Her mother smiled at her. "All done! Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mrs. Hart left the bathroom, and Kim looked up at Jason and smiled. She couldn't have asked for a better best friend.