Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. So don't try to buy them from me. Please don't get all offended because I mocked your favorite Ranger. I try to mock them all. Besides, it's just for fun. I really do enjoy the show :). 'Hi" to all from AFPR…especially my fellow Psychos. Please let me know if I make any errors. I have no difficulty with receiving constructive criticism. Thanks to Joe Rovang and SirStack for their Writer's Guide to the Power Rangers Universe which I rely on a lot.

If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred stories in "When Rangers Meet" and "More of When Rangers Meet."

This story number ten.

Extra points to anyone who knows from where I'm getting my story titles (When Rangers Meet, More of When Rangers Meet, and Headquarter Where Rangers Meet).

Zack and Sky

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Zack showed up at New Tech Park filled with excitement. Finally, he was going to get to teach his famous Hip Hop Kiddo to another generation of youngsters. Never mind that all of the Angel Grove, Stone Canyon, Reefside, Blue Bay Harbor, Turtle Cove, Silver Hills, Briarwood, and Mariner Bay brats had dismissed it as out of date and hokey (among other less than nice comments).

Zack was positive that the little New Techians would love learning the greatest dance ever invented by a Ranger.

"Ok, kids!" he called to the children on the playground. "Who wants to learn the coolest moves ever?" With that, he began dancing.

Everything grew quiet as parents and children alike stared at him.

"All right!" Zack grinned to himself as he hopped around. "I'll finally get some respect."

Then the horrified parents grabbed their horrified children and pulled them off the playground, all the time mumbling things about escaped lunatics and needing to report this to the neighborhood association.

"Awwwwww," complained Zack dejectedly. Then he noticed one little boy sitting on a bench and reading. "All right!" He headed towards him.

"Forget it," said the six-year old as he turned a page, "I don't have time for silly antics." Sky continued to work on rememorizing his elementary school's rules and regulations. He had begged the vice principal for the teacher's manual. When that hadn't worked, he just shoved the old broad away with his shield and then signed up for two weeks detention for breaking the rules.

"Awwww, that's cute, pretending you can read that complicated manual by yourself."

Sky glared at the middle-aged man. "Rule four," he mumbled to himself, "students are to show respect to staff and visitors and each other at all times. Hmmmm…. that doesn't include bizarre adults in a public park though." With that, he activated his shield and shoved it against Zack.

"Yeeeoowwwch!" cried Zack as his tumbled down a small hill before landing at the bottom. "My foot!" he shouted as he got up and began hopping around. "My career is over!"

"Hooray, I've saved the world from a tenth rate dancer," murmured the boy as he closed his eyes to recite even more rules to himself.

"I'm not a tenth rate dancer," whined Zack. "I won that contest in the Youth Center back in 'ninety four. Angela was constantly turned on by my moves. And I got a Master's in 'Cool Hip Hop Dancing' from that online University."

Sky looked up at this. "Uh, ok, an online degree for dancing. Even I wouldn't fall for something as lame as that. What'd you do for your thesis? Email in your dance steps?"

Zack looked at him incredulously. "Of course not, I posted a visual recording to them. You're a strange kid, knowing all those big words."

"Oh, well, that's because my dad hired the former Blue Ranger to tutor me in preschool so I could help him memorize all the SPD rules and regulations. He's the Red Ranger you know. I'm going to be just like him one day," Sky said proudly.

"How cute, pretending that Daddy is a…."

Sky glanced at Zack's black t-shirt and shorts. "Mr. Cranston did warn me to watch out for the former Black Ranger who had an 'incurable need to exhibit his annoyingly horrendous dance moves in public outdoor venues.' But, I suppose there could be more than one nut job of that sort. No way could you have been a Black Ranger."

"That does it," snarled Zack, who was getting just a bit annoyed with the smart-assed kid. He pulled out his old morpher. "It's Morphin' Time! Mastodon!"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzttttttttttt… the morpher shook in his hand and smoke came out.

"Damn, I should've known something was up when Adam offered this back to me free of charge. Not that it matters since I'm seeing his wife on the side anyway. Those Yellow Rangers sure are fine. Especially, Tanya."

"That's nice…except Adam married Aisha. Mr. Cranston told me."

Zack smacked himself on the forehead. "I knew I should've at least read the wedding invitation before throwing it away. I'm always getting the Yellow Rangers mixed up." He mentally made a note to dump Tanya and start going after Aisha.

"What an idiot," Sky grumbled as he turned another page. "Now, go away, I'm busy here."

"Hey," blurted out Zack as he noticed someone approaching. "Did you say you are a stickler for rules?"

"Sure, just like my dad," replied Sky with disinterest, not peeling his eyes from what he was reading.

"And would you say that he would have a rule about you sitting in a park while the sun is going down?"

Sky frowned and glanced at his watch. "Oh, shit! I was supposed to be home by now! Thanks a lot for messing me up!" He began to gather up all of his books.

"And wouldn't there also be a rule about not talking to strange men who like teaching kids to dance in parks…."

"…and like pretending they are former Black Rangers. Hmmmm….yeah, I guess so, I'll have to think of a good punish…..Yeeeeppp!" he squawked as he was grabbed by the back of his collar. "Dad!" he gasped, looking up at the morphed SPD Red Ranger. "I was just on my way home when this guy began bugging me to do some stupid dance moves. Honest, I wasn't wasting time reading more rules. Dad! I can walk myself. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" pleaded Sky as he was carried out of the park.

"Hehehehehe, just what that little smartass deserved." Fwoooooop! His Black Morphin' uniform finally formed around him. "Oh, well, that was useful. But then again." He began dancing again, ignoring the pain in his foot and calling out, "Hey! How would you kids like to learn cool dance moves from a Power Ranger?" He continued to dance, oblivious to the fact that all the kids were now home sleeping, until several cops came and dragged him away.