Chase and Tyler were in the restaurant, helping Allison with the lunch rush. Things were starting to get busy, with people piling into the restaurant like it was going out of style. It was a welcome boost in business, even if no one really knew why all of a sudden everyone was out around here at this time on a weekday. Chase had just finished serving a customer when he saw someone standing before him looking somewhat less than happy.

"Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?" Chase asked him.

"This has to be some kind of joke right?" He asked him, putting down a tray.

"Is something wrong with the food?" Chase asked him. He started to look for the food, wondering if some mistake had been made with the order. However, when he looked through it, he found nothing but empty wrappers and cups. The cups had been completely drained, even the ice was gone, and by the looks of the wrappers, they had been pretty much licked clean, leaving barely any trace at all of any sauce or even a single crumb.

"I'll say there is? What the hell do you call this?" The man asked, slapping down his bill. Chase just looked at it in confusion, before looking up to the irate customer.

"Well, in the industry, that is what is known in technical terms as the check." Chase tried to explain, not understanding what the man's issue was. "It tells you how much you owe us for the food."

"Are you trying to get smart with me kid?" He snapped angrily. Allison stepped in, seeing the situation start to get a little heated. She knew Chase didn't mean to get under people's skin, but he could on occasion do so without really trying.

"Hi, I'm the supervisor here; can I help you at all?" She asked him.

"The gentleman has an issue with his check." Chase told her. The man presented the check to her, at which Allison checked through the wrappers.

"Bronto Burger, Pteradactyl Tuna Melt, Mammoth Meatballs, three extra large fries, three extra large soda...yes, this all seems correct." Allison said, as she verified what had been on the tray before the man and his family had picked it clean.

"Everything was there; I'm talking about the PRICE!" He snarled as he prodded a finger into the check. "Six dollars for a BURGER? Two dollars for a DRINK? Are you serious? It'd be more honest if you wore a mask and pulled a gun on me!"

"Sir, I'm really not meaning to be disrespectful, but our prices are regularly matched against other similar establishments in the area. We're really not charging an unreasonable rate, and our prices are very clearly marked on the boards." Allison told him as she pointed up at the boards. "Now, you did order it, and you did eat it...so..."

"What if I didn't like it?" He asked her. Allison just rolled her eyes and picked up one of the wrappers.

"Then you definitely made sure you didn't like it didn't you?" She asked him, showing him the virtually clean wrapping. She picked up a cup and turned it upside down. "There isn't even any ice left! You managed to drink all the ICE!"

"Fine then, I'll pay!" He said grumpily, like Allison had asked him to do something unreasonable by actually paying for the food he ate. He started looking out coins, at which Allison just rolled her eyes. There was nothing more irritating than a customer looking to offload all their loose change by paying their bill in quarters and nickels.

"I'm going to get some more buns." Allison told her boyfriend. "Take care of the gentleman."

"Sorry, I just don't really like giving away my money." The customer said as he started to drop coins onto the counter. Chase didn't recognise them, but they clearly weren't US currency. They weren't ANY kind of currency he could name...though the simple, plain golden coins did look somewhat familiar. He just couldn't place his finger on it.

"I'm sorry, you can't pay with those." Chase told him. "We only accept..."

"Of course I can pay with those, they're solid gold!" The man insisted, looking to the four coins he had laid down, before snatching two of them back up. "Which reminds me...that should be enough."

"Where did you get these?" Tyler asked, coming in from the back, where he had been manning the grill. He picked up one of the coins, at which he felt a strange tingle running up his arm.

"There's some guy on the corner outside just giving them away like candy!" He laughed. "Damned fool if you ask me, if I had a whole sack of gold like this, I'd never give it away!"

"Sir, you really can't...SIR!" Chase called after him, picking up the other coin and starting to go after him. He suddenly stopped. His mind suddenly lost all other thoughts as he felt something rushing through him. He found himself looking to the coin, the precious, shiny coin. He could hardly think of anything else.

"Someone was giving these things out..." Chase started to say, before there was a blur. Tyler had leapt over the counter and was running out of the door. He had heard the same thing Chase had, someone was just giving these away...and Tyler was going to get there first! Ripping off his apron, Chase ran off in hot pursuit, almost knocking over Erin and Shelby as he left.

"Whoa, OK, excuse me." Erin said as she arrived at the museum with Shelby, hoping to get some lunch. Although Shelby was loving every minute of her new university courses, Kendall hadn't been kidding when she had said it would be challenging to catch up to the rest of the class. She brought her folder in, hoping to get some advice on her latest assignment while they got lunch.

"I'll just be a moment; can you get us a table?" Shelby asked Erin.

"Sure thing Shelbster." Erin answered as she headed for the table. Although all the tables were full, there was one with only one person sitting at it. Ivan seemed to be sitting by himself, looking a little put out. Erin decided that he probably wouldn't mind some company and headed over.

"Hey there, feel like some company?" She asked him. Ivan just gestured to the seat across from him.

"I'd be grateful for the company." He told her truthfully. "Everyone else is working."

"Really?" She asked him. "Why aren't you working?"

"Ms Morgan said something about me having done enough damage for one day." Ivan responded.

"Oh, it sounds like there's a story there." Erin said with a smile. "You know how I like a good story."

Meanwhile, in her office, Kendall was on the phone when Shelby arrived. She gestured to Shelby to be quiet for a moment while she finished up her call. From the look on Kendall's face, it seemed like it wasn't exactly a friendly call.

"Yes, I know Anton...Believe me, I didn't know the delivery had come...yes, I am well aware of how much it was worth...no I DIDN'T know that Mr Smith was a friend of the mayor...Anton please, I've already called Mr Smith, he's on his way here to discuss the damage...yes, I'll call you as soon as I've met with him...I understand...I'm sorry."

As she set down the phone, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes, Shelby waited a moment before feeling like she had to remind her she was there.

"Ms Morgan...what's happening?" Shelby asked her.

"I was on the phone to Anton." Kendall told her. Shelby just nodded.

"Yeah, I got that part, but you normally aren't this upset when you call Anton." Shelby responded. Anton was a mentor to Kendall, having taken her under his wing for most of her career. He was very fond of her, and the feeling was very mutual.

"Well normally I'm not calling to tell him that one of my employees has destroyed an exhibit worth over $2,000,000!" Kendall told her in an exasperated tone. Shelby felt her knees weaken and needed to sit down.

"What?" She asked her. "What was damaged? Was it one from one of our digs?"

"No, that wouldn't be such an issue. Sure he'd be unhappy, but at least then we'd only have damaged something that we own." Kendall told her. "No, Ivan has to go and treat a donated artefact like GMa Betty's cat used to treat my mother's drapes."

"O...Kay...so...not good?" Shelby asked in response. Kendall shook her head.

"No, that is almost certainly going to be a lawsuit, one that I know I don't have anything like the means to cover, and with it being Anton's museum..."

"Ultimately it's his pocket they'll be looking to dip." Shelby said with a little whistle. "So I'm guessing there's not going to be any Easter eggs this year."

"I'm wondering if we'll even have jobs by the end of the week." Kendall told her honestly. Just then, her phone rang again. She picked it up. "What is it now?"

"Ms Morgan, there's some guy named Smith here to see you." Riley told her. "He doesn't look too friendly either."

"I am going to seriously need an aspirin...thank you Riley." Kendall replied. "Ask Koda to bring the suit up."

As she hung up and started banging her head on the desk, Shelby put her books away. She had a feeling that right now, her difficulties with her coursework were pretty minor in the grand scheme of things.

"Would you like some moral support?" Shelby asked.

"I'm not sure..."

"Ms Morgan, I'm basically an apprentice here. If cutbacks are going to be made, along with you, I'm probably going to be one of the first to go." Shelby reminded her.

"I appreciate it, but this is my problem. I'm the director, when all is said and done; anything that happens here is my responsibility." She said as she stood up and straightened out her suit and her glasses as much as she could. "Though if you have a blindfold and a cigarette...now would probably be the time."

With that, Kendall went out to face Mr Smith, and, most likely, the end of her career.

A few streets from the restaurant, Chase and Tyler were racing to find the mysterious man handing out the gold coins. It turned out, he wasn't especially hard to find. They passed by a number of people running in the opposite direction carrying as much as they could. One man ran past with his arms loaded, coins spilling onto the pavement as he ran. Another woman was running home, her baby in her arms as she had opted to use her pram to carry her gold so she could carry more. They even passed a man running away with a wheelbarrow piled up with coins, meaning he'd obviously left and come back with a wheelbarrow for the purpose!

They managed to get to the street, where they found a new monster, one that had familiar elements, but seemed to be completely new. Next to him was Heckyl, who was throwing out coins left and right, raining down gold like the world's largest wedding scramble!*

"Come one, come all! There's plenty for everyone! No need to push, there's more where that came from!" Heckyl called out to them as he reached into the bag, pulling out massive fistfuls of coins, sprinkling them over the waiting crowd. "Tell your friends, tell everyone! Free money! Money, money, precious money! Send your kids to college...hell, buy someone else's kids and send THEM to college! You want that sports' car? Go ahead and treat yourself! Is the mortgage broker hassling you? Why not BUY THE BANK and fire him? Whatever your hearts' desire, take this money and make your wildest dreams come true!"

"Heckyl?" Tyler asked. "He's giving out the money?"

Heckyl was tossing out some of the coins when he noticed a couple of people skulking about a little way off, hiding just behind a pillar. He had been sure that if he made enough of a spectacle of himself that he would see the Rangers sooner or later. Given the fact they weren't morphed and he could only see two of them, he presumed they were only there to observe, to see what he was up to. He lifted up an empty canvas bag and started waving it in the air to make a show of it.

"It looks like I've almost run out!" He told the crowd, only to hear some disappointed tones. "Now now, no need to worry, there's plenty more where that came from, we're going now to go get more. But don't you worry, we will be back!"

"But I can just make more coins here." Spelldigger whispered to Heckyl. He handed the bag to Spelldigger, pulling him in closely so that others wouldn't hear them speaking.

"Behind the pillar, over to the right." Heckyl told him. "Don't make it obvious...you see them?"

"Yes Master Heckyl." He answered obediently.

"Take this bag where we discussed." Heckyl told him. "The others will be waiting."

"Whatever you say." Spelldigger answered, beginning to head off. Heckyl grabbed another bag.

"While we're waiting, I have another bag!" He declared to the crowd, continuing to spread his coins. Chase was about to move in, but Tyler stopped him.

"Chase, wait. Heckyl said that one was going to a treasure trove." Tyler reminded him. "If we follow him..."

"We can have all the gold we want!" Chase shrieked in excitement as he thought about it. "Tyler my man, you are a genius!"

"What else is new?" Tyler asked they started to make their way after Spelldigger, unaware that their sudden, insatiable lust for gold was all part of Heckyl's plan.

Back in the restaurant, Ivan had just finished relaying his story to Erin. She sat, wide-eyed as she heard how he had just sliced apart a valuable exhibit for the museum.

"Wow!" She responded. "You mean you cut up a 1000 year old suit with a broadsword?"

"I thought it was my training dummy!" He said with a little smile. "I think Ms Morgan is completely over-reacting to all this."

"Speaking of, it looks like something is going down over there." Erin said, pointing out Kendall making her way into the entrance lobby, where a man was waiting for her. He was a broad man, quite portly, but wearing a dated though expensive suit and hat. He was holding a cane with a gold handle, and he had a woman next to him who was carrying a ledger of some description. She had short, dark hair and a black suit. "What do you think...Ivan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to help straighten this out." Ivan told her.

"Oh...this isn't going to end well." Erin muttered, shaking her head.

Kendall approached Mr Smith, seeing him standing, waiting for her. She had already explained that the suit he had donated had been damaged, but before she could explain any further or go over how damaged it was, he had insisted on coming over to speak to her personally. He was clearly enraged, so angered he had taken the call himself once his assistant told him about the incident.

"Mr Smith, thank you so much for coming out at such short notice." Kendall greeted him, extending a hand for a handshake, which he flatly refused. "Would you like to come with me through to...?"

"I'm a busy man, just bring me my property." He interrupted her abruptly. Kendall just breathed a sigh, before taking out her phone. She could pretty much guess what was going to happen, and was hoping at least to be able to avoid a scene in public.

"Koda, bring it out front." Kendall told him. A few moments later, Koda brought out the mannequin, which was still dressed in what was left of the suit. Kendall could already see Mr Smith's face starting to turn red seeing his valued property turned into rags that wouldn't be fit for dusting. She was a little worried, thinking it would be just the cap on her horrendous day if the man had a heart attack!

"This...this is my suit?" He asked her.

"I know it looks bad..."

"BAD? Would you describe the Great Fire of London as BAD?" He yelled at her. Kendall just gulped.

"There was an incident..."

"Did it occur before or after you accepted delivery?" He asked her. "I only want to know who I'm going to sue into the poorhouse."

"After." Kendall sighed weakly. There was no point denying it, Ivan had signed for the delivery. As much as it would take the heat off her if the delivery firm had caused the damage, Ivan had signed for the delivery. By signing, he had accepted the delivery and the condition it was in. Anything that happened to the suit after that was the responsibility of the museum...and ultimately Kendall!

Mr Smith started to inspect the suit, seeing the shredded material, some of which came off in his fingers.

"This suit of honour was worn by an emperor! It's over a thousand years old!" He informed Kendall. She just nodded. She knew how old it was, and thanks to the appraisal, she knew how much it was worth. Ivan arrived, completely unnoticed by Kendall. He interjected.

"Ah yes, that explains the shoddy workmanship." Ivan said, gesturing to it. Kendall looked to him alarmed, hardly able to believe her ears. She nudged Ivan, trying to get him to stop talking before he could make things any worse. Mr Smith looked like steam was going to start coming out of his ears at any moment!

"It's worth over $2,000,000!" He insisted. Ivan looked to it, and then back to the man.

"Are you certain of that?" He asked. "Let me tell you sir, speaking as a knight, this thing would not have been worth two shillings on a battlefield!"

"Ivan..."

"Any blade, even the dullest, cheapest blade would have made a mockery of this..."

"Ivan..."

"There's no protection whatsoever! Your ancestor would have fallen to the first blow that came his way! Frankly, he'd have been as well running around in his birthday suit...probably better off, because then he wouldn't have had to look like..."

"IVAN!" Kendall barked, catching his attention. Mr Smith approached Ivan, prodding him in the chest with his walking stick.

"It is worth MONEY you idiot! MONEY is what it is worth, MONEY is what I want, and MONEY is what you owe me!" He told Ivan coldly. The Gold Ranger looked down to the walking stick that was still pressed into his chest and swept it off with his hand, before looking to Mr Smith.

"Very well then." He responded, tiring of the man's rudeness. "Just give it to him Ms Morgan."

This almost floored Kendall. She knew that there were some things Ivan didn't quite get about the modern era, most notably that his rank as a knight didn't really come with the privileges it once did. Back in his day, he was rarely expected to pay for anything on his travels in Zandar, and if someone did take issue with his actions, as a Knight of the Royal Household, their issue was with the Prince, and they would have to take it up with him if they dared!

"Ivan, the museum doesn't have millions of dollars just lying around!" Kendall screamed at him. Mr Smith just glared at her.

"Now that would be your problem. Or Anton Mercer's, I really don't care who pays me." Mr Smith told her, clicking his fingers at which his assistant presented Ms Morgan with an envelope. "That's from my attorney. You have one week to compensate me for the loss, otherwise I will take it from the assets...namely the property."

"The...the property?" Ivan asked, suddenly feeling a chill running down his spine. The museum wasn't just a museum, it wasn't just where they all worked...it was also the site of the Dino Lab! Their base of operations was right underneath their very feet! "You would take the museum in lieu of payment?"

"Most of the vacant land in this city has been protected by archaeological survey. Do you have any idea what real-estate is worth in this city?" He asked them. "Get me my money or get out!"

With that, he and his assistant both turned and walked away. Ivan turned and looked to Kendall.

"Ms Morgan, I..."

"Ivan, can you please just...not say anything?" Kendall asked him, seeing her career slipping through her fingers with every passing moment. After something like this, she would be lucky if she got another job in a museum as a janitor! Just then, Allison ran out to join them.

"Ms Morgan, have you seen Chase and Tyler?" She asked her. "They just disappeared."

"Good grief, can anything else...no, I shouldn't say it...that's just tempting fate by this point." Kendall grumbled as she looked to Allison. "Shelby's in the office, ask her if she can help cover. Ivan, I need you to find Chase and Tyler. Do you think you can do that?"

"Of course Ms Morgan, have I ever let you down?" He asked. Kendall just took a glance towards the suit, which finally gave up the ghost and fell apart, falling completely off the mannequin. Ivan just nodded. "Yes, well...perhaps just the once."

As he left, Kendall just looked to the suit, picked it up and headed for her office, wondering if there were any entry level positions available for a 26-year-old failed museum director.