Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory or Charlie and the Chocolate factory.

Hey, why didn't anyone tell me I was spelling Willy Wonka wrong. How embarrassing.

Oh, and I redid chapter five so it would fit better with this and other upcoming chapters.

Zordon and the Power Chamber

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Chapter Seven: Yet Another Birthday

"Happy birthday!" cried five voices at once as Trent entered the mansion...er...hut.

Trent jumped at this. "What are you trying to do? Give a guy a heart attack?"

"Son, we just wanted to wish you a happy birthday," said Mercer.

"But, it's not my..."

"And to give you your gift," added Grandma Rita.

"Trent's eyes widened in anticipation. "Is it that Ferrari I've had my eye on?"

"Here, Trent." Grandpa Zedd held a small package out. "Open it."

Trent took it and eyed it suspiciously. "Perhaps an I-pod? Or a state of the art set of drawing supplies?" He ripped off the wrapping paper. "It's the DinoThunder Red Ranger action figure," he announced emotionlessly.

"Yeah," said Mercer. "I wanted to get you the Yellow one to play with, but they were all sold out."

"Open it! Open it!" cried Zedd enthusiastically. "Let's see that golden morpher."

"I would've preferred the Ferrari," muttered Trent.

"Told you he wouldn't appreciate it," groused Grandpa Mondo. "Little ingrate...it's not like when we were kids."

"But, Dear, we're machines. We were never kids," corrected Grandma Machina.

"Then how do you explain Sprocket?" asked curious Grandma Rita.

But Grandma Machina's mind had wandered again. "Maple walnut sausages?"

Grandpa Mondo stared at his wife, then he looked at Grandma Rita. "Oh, he was just an annoying machine midget we'd adopted."

Grandpa Zedd huffed impatiently. "Shut up, you imbeciles!" He pointed his Z-staff at Trent. "Open the damn box or I'll make sure you're the last in this family line."

"Ok, ok." Trent held the toy up for everyone to see.

"Ooh," they all gasped.

He grabbed the edge of the box.

"Aah," they all sighed in anticipation.

He ripped the box open. Out fell the Red Ranger figure...and nothing else.

"Awww," they all moaned disappointedly.

"Happy now?" asked Trent. He picked up the toy and considered it. "Hmmm, I do have a vise in the garage. I may as well have some fun with this stupid thing." With that, he ran out of the room.

"Finally," said Grandpa Mondo. "Now I can take my nap."

"But, dear," piped up Grandma Machina. "We're machines, we can't..."

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" came the snores from the former Machine King.