With battle cries, Brock, Lia, and Tracey somersaulted into action, having teleported from the beach to the hospital. The whole outside area was devoid of people save for a few scattered doctors, nurses, and policemen. The rest of the grounds consisted of Putties, some carrying along various boxes, as Goldar waved them on.

The Power Rangers wasted no time in engaging more of the gray goons, halting them with various spin kicks, punches, and grappling maneuvers.

"Why are these clayheads here?" Pink Ranger asked one of the nearby policemen who was directing passersby into nearby buildings for safety. Another creep rushed her, but she countered by sidestepping and hip tossing it to the pavement.

"We got a call that area medical facilities are reporting missing medicines. They must be behind it!" the officer said as more screaming bystanders retreated indoors.

"Hey, put those down!" Black Ranger ordered two of the Putties in the hospital's entryway courtyard. Both creatures stopped in their tracks and flung their cargo to the ground, the sound of breaking glass piercing the confines of the boxes. Brock then hoisted both of them up with his arms, tossed them up, and flattened them with a pair of clotheslines. Before he could get his wits about him, Goldar leapt in and assailed the Ranger with three quick palm heels to the midsection and a sharp kick to the chest.

"Don't worry, I've got him!" Blue Ranger cried as his teammate rolled toward the huge fountain in the center. Bright blue light materialized into his double-sided Tricera Lance, and Tracey took aim at Rita's main warrior with broad strokes, which the simian-like monster evaded twice, but ended up taking a third blow, forcing him back. Tracey then tried to launch a jump front kick at Goldar's huge metallic chest, but his foot was easily caught. The villain then took a brawny hand and ripped the Tricera Lance away from the Blue Ranger's hand, tossing it to the ground and then wrapping his hands around his throat.

"Your pitiful weapons are no match for Goldar!" the being rasped, spittle flying at Tracey's visor and the silver Triceratops horns and yellow eyes that adorned the helmet. "You think you worms will continue to insult me with your shoddy combat skills?!" He continued to apply terrible pressure to the Blue Ranger's neck, making him gasp for air and claw at Goldar's hands.

"Stop!" Brock yelled, getting to his feet. However, three Putty Patrollers quickly surrounded him and pinned him to the fountain, attempting to drown him.

Lia, who was trying to help some doctors wrestle some of the containers from the Putties down the street, turned her head briefly and saw the chaos unfolding, screaming "No!" and running off from her fight.

Goldar grinned as he peered through Tracey's black visor and saw life fading from his eyes, but his elated expression left him as several bolts of pink light struck him all over his body, making him release his captive. The Putties trying to drown Brock were also met with the same barrage of fire. The Pink Ranger darted toward the Black Ranger, keeping her Blade Blaster at the ready and helping him along to the Blue Ranger.

"Tracey! Are you okay?" Lia asked, picking him up under his arm.

"Yeah…" Tracey gasped with heavy breaths, regaining his Tricera Lance and stomping his feet. "I can't believe I let that happen!"

"Come on, hang in there man," Brock urged, gripping his shoulder . "We'll get him."

"You Power Punks have no idea what you're up against!" Goldar laughed, his red eyes gleefully glowing in contrast to his midnight blue face. "Take a look around you!"

The Power Rangers darted their eyes about, seeing several Putties mashing more of the stolen boxes and wresting them from the people.

"Ah, man," Brock said. "We need more power to stop all these guys!"

Tracey had his hand up to his helmet, clearly concentrating until he snapped his diamond-patterned gloved fingers. "More power! We can use the Dino Crystals to amplify our abilities!"

"Tracey's right," Lia added. "Maybe we can round up these losers without calling the others."

"Then let's show 'em what we're made of!" Brock yelled. The three Rangers put their palms together and drew them out, summoning the crystals from the heart of the Morphing Grid. They raised them to the sky, and the crystals dissolved into lustrous energy that enveloped the Rangers.

"Stop standing around, you morons!" Rita's right-hand warrior shouted at his flunkies. "Attack!"

A few Putties near the hospital stopped ambling about and started toward the heroes. As they did, Goldar raised a palm to his eyes and fired flaming orbs at his targets.

"Sandstorm Cyclone!" Blue Ranger called out, spinning his lance like a fan. The incoming enemies and fire immediately flew back as they were swallowed up by a torrent of wind and sand straight from the desert the Triceratops Dinozord resided in.

The Black and Pink Rangers dispersed to assist those that were being ambushed by Rita's minons, Brock heading off to the grassy field that led to another parking lot and Lia heading off to the street that led away from the facility and toward the main city outlet.

As soon as a group of Putties pushing a few medical staff members around turned to see Brock, they abandoned their prey and darted at him. The Black Ranger began to move about rhythmically, like he was about to do a freestyle dance, his feet glowing a silvery white.

"Hey, try these moves out, Putties!" he taunted. "But watch your step with my Glacier Flash!"

The Putty Patrollers didn't heed his warning, not noticing that the green grass being swiftly coated with a layer of ice until they tumbled and slid face-first.

Police officers and doctors barely wriggled free from the Putty Patrollers as Lia came running up to the scene. The Pink Ranger leapt into the air and began to glide through the air with her arms outstretched.

"I believe I can fly, and I believe you're toast! Aerial Eruption!" she cried. As Lia flew past the Putties, they were leveled by flaming explosions at their feet.

The two fighters regrouped with Tracey just as he took Goldar down with a slice of his Tricera Lance. The Putty Patrollers had all dissolved or broke apart during the battle.

"You think you're so great with those stupid jokes?" Goldar growled, stepping back in pain. "You'll pay for this!"

"Who's joking? You just lost the fight!" Lia shot back, still in a fighting stance.

"Just wait and see what's coming your way!" the villain snapped, and then he disappeared in a wall of flames, going back to the Moon Palace.

The Power Rangers then went over to a couple of the officers who were discussing something with the doctors.

"That's the last of them," Tracey said. "Is anyone hurt?"

"Not badly, Blue Ranger," a physician with a gray mustache and a receding hairline said, smiling weakly. "Thank you so much for getting here so quickly."

"Yeah, but look at all of those medicines…" Brock said with disappointment, looking at all of the crushed bottles and smashed boxes. "We didn't save them."

"That is true," another doctor said, adjusting her thin, circular glasses. "But the hospital and all of those people are safe, and that's what's most important."

"What could those Putties possibly want with all of that cargo if they weren't going to use it?" Lia pondered. "And why did they only come here if the other clinics are reporting the same stuff missing?"

A cop turned to the Pink Ranger, a disillusioned look on his face. "You're not gonna believe this…"

Miles to the east at one of the satellite clinics, a lab technician in scrubs stepped through a quiet white hallway. With the exception of a couple of people getting flu shots, the whole place was devoid of patients. The tech was all alone, carrying a white case, when he bumped into one of the doctors.

"Hey, Cal," the doctor said. "Where are you off to?"

"Oh, nowhere really, doc," Cal said nervously, shifting the case in his arms. "Just shipping off this case of antivenin."

"Whoa there," the doctor said. "We need to keep the poison antidotes here. Haven't you been paying attention? Clinics all over the city are reporting these medicines missing. Why are you taking these?"

"See…the thing is…" Cal began shakily. He suddenly put the white case under his left arm and struck the doctor down, briskly walking away. The doctor fell to his knees, wiping fresh blood from his teeth. Before he could chase the young man, he heard someone collapsing behind him. The doctor turned to see Cal on his hands and knees, sporting a black eye and wiping blood from his lip as well.

"He… He just…" the technician gasped as the doctor's eyes grew wide.

The other Cal made his way out of the office and rounded a corner behind the clinic. He looked to the left and right anxiously, his youthful face morphing into the rough-hewn one of a Putty Patroller, and vanished from sight.