The plot bunnies for this have now found candy corn and cotton candy. I am a bad plot bunny mommy. Worse of all, I don't even own Power Rangers or the show that inspired these plot bunnies!
Or Jell-O or anything from "Finding Nemo" but that's not as important. Oh, thanks hawaii50girl for being so nice about me bugging you to read this fanfic!
This is slightly more subtle and less slapstick than the other six chapters… I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Ziggy was lying in bed that night, tossing and turning. His bed was oddly lumpy tonight. But what was keeping him up even more was the fact that Dr. K hadn't gotten her revenge on him yet for the raisin blow dart incident earlier in the day. Mark that 'yet': Ziggy knew that K would get her revenge on him for it. He wished she would get it over with, but sensed that this tortuous waiting was part of her revenge.
Man, his bed was lumpy. Usually it wasn't this lumpy. Maybe he was being sensitive due to the nagging feeling that Dr. K had something dark in plan for him? What could it be?
Dinner had been fun though. Everyone had been catching up and remembering their Ranger days. They all also liked his raisin muffins he had made. In a week Summer, Dillon, and Tenaya would be going back to the city they were helping to rebuild. That made Ziggy feel sad. He had really missed Dillon and would do so again after he left. He missed Summer and Tenaya too, but Dillon most of all since they were best friends. Holograms just didn't cut it.
Ziggy breathed out into the darkness of his bedroom. His bed wasn't this uncomfortable most nights. Maybe it was nerves. Nerves over what K would do to him. Although it would be worth it, whatever it was… he wouldn't regret the look on her face when he had shot those last two raisins onto her cheeks for anything. The whole raisin blow dart thing had been fun but that been the best part for him.
Ziggy yawned, shifting his position in an effort to find sleep. Probably since he had been the Green Ranger she'd invoke a green aspect to her revenge. Pour some kind of green liquid over his head? Throw broccoli at him? Throw pears at him? Pear throwing could get just as messy as tomato or fig throwing if the pears were ripe… if unripe it'd just be painful.
Green food, green food. Ugh, why was his bed so uncomfortable? She might revive the zucchini idea… she seemed to have had fun sprinkling zucchini peelings into his hair. But she didn't like to repeat ideas, so probably not. Green food, green food.
Jell-O? Lime Jell-O? Oh… she could do a lot with green Jell-O. More than Ziggy could dream of, probably. Or with limes. Gulp. Dr. K had an epic imagination but the idea of the whole of that imagination focused on getting revenge on him was disturbing to say the least.
His bed was way too lumpy. With a grumble Ziggy threw back his blanket and got to his feet. Grabbing his green bed robe he tied it on over his green T-shirt and green-grey sweatpants. Before leaving his bedroom he shoved his feet into his Nemo slippers.
Tiredly he made his way downstairs. Since Dr. K still didn't sleep much he wasn't surprised to see her sitting at the kitchen table, sipping something out of a pink bowl. She looked innocent, in her ABC pajamas and fuzzy blue puppy slippers, and Ziggy let himself view her as such because part of her was. But another part was set on revenge on him and he reminded herself not to forget that.
Stretching his arms past his head he asked, "Hey, doc. What are you sipping at?"
She gave him a bright smile.
"Why, pea soup of course."
Ziggy stared at her, realization dawning in his eyes. She just smiled at him with her eyes, lifting up her pink bowl to sip some more of her pea soup.
