Haim Saban has taken back what is his! No disrespect to Disney, but he did have them first. Ergo, not mine. But my big vocabulary is coming in handy to write Dr. K.

I also don't own Brittany Spears. Or any music of the Proclaimers (an 80s music duo who were twins).

10: Music

"What are they doing?" asked Scott. For once Flynn was making lemonade slushies instead of fruit smoothies. Except they were blue lemonade slushies in celebration of his morpher working properly again- thanks to what he did, not Dr K.

Walking over, Summer commented, "I'm not sure. And I'm also not sure if I want to know."

"I concur," chimed Dr. K as she left the lab to retrieve a bag of candy corn. Eying it Scott felt compelled to point out, "You're going to get cavities, you know."

"As long as I maintain a vigorous dental cleaning regime my teeth will remain intact, Ranger Red."

And she stalked off into her lab, sliding the door shut behind her. Flynn called after her, "Slamming is much more effective!"

Scott and Summer looked at him.

"What? To make a point, it is."

Opting not to enter a debate with the Blue Ranger the two returned to eying their remaining teammates.

"I think they've having a head-bobbing contest. I mean, they've been doing it for about an hour now."

Summer raised her eyebrows at him.

"Oh really?'

"What?" Scott defended himself. "I'm seeing you come up with a more plausible explanation."

"Hm…" Summer went to work on that.

"Maybe their minds have been taken over by Dr. K and they are now nodding in respond to the lengthy list of commands and instructions she's giving them."

"Dr. K was right here a minute ago!"

"Remote control," Flynn shrugged. Summer teased, "Flynn's idea is more viable than your idea."

"It does sound like something she would do," Scott sighed.

"I heard that!" her voice blared over the intercom. Flynn glowered up at the black object.

"You bugged the bloody kitchen again, didn't you?"

Aggravated he left off his slushie making to begin a search for the bug. Rubbing the back of her head Summer commented, "But I doubt it's her. She has a habit of annihilating any major problems. Subtlty is not her strong suit."

"Duh. Everyone except Ziggy knows she so digs him," Flynn joked. Scott and Summer had to smile at that.

"It's cute," Summer agreed. Scott looked at her askance.

"It's weird."

Running his hands under the counter edges and under the cabinets Flynn kept up his search for Dr. K's bug.

"WAIT A SECOND!" raged Dr. K over the intercom as it sank in what the three primary-colored Rangers were talking about. Scott grinned, "Anything you say will only be in support of our theory."

The intercom crackled off.

"Back to Ziggy and Dillon," Summer redirected the conversation back on topic, "what are they doing?"

"Communing with the mother ship," Scott joked, making Summer roll her eyes. Flynn reasoned, "Dillon is a cyborg and Ziggy is… well… Ziggy. I doubt they're aliens as well."

Scott shrugged.

"Maybe it's some kind of male bonding ritual," mused Summer. Scott conceded, "That might be it."

"Scott!" Flynn frowned, pausing in his scouring of the oven to check for the bug. He mock scolded the Red Ranger, "You have acknowledged the existence of male bonding rituals. Now you must pay the price."

"Uh-no," Scott commented, amused. Flynn tried to look diabolical and failed miserably.

"YOU MUST DO KARAOKE… OF A BRITTANY SPEARS SONG!"

Scott moaned in mock horror.

"Anything but that!"

Flynn just did an impressive evil laugh. Summer burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, guys. Focus."

"Uh… if you want not to do the Brittany Spears karaoke you could finish my slushies for me while I keep searching for Dr. K's bug," Flynn offered before poking his head into the cereal cupboard. Amused, Scott went over to the slushie station, jokingly sticking one of Flynn's cute-sy paper umbrellas into his hair.

"They could be doing some kind of post-trauma aid thing," Summer puzzled. Scott made a noncommittal sound; Flynn said something but it was lost because he said it while halfway into a pots and pans cupboard.

"What?" went his teammates. Emerging, Flynn repeated himself.

"I said, Ziggy and Dillon are each other's post trauma aid thingys. They don't need to do… whatever it is they're doing to recover from trauma."

"He has a good point," Scott commented over the sound of the blender he had just turned on. Summer sighed.

"Then what are they doing?"

"They're not talking," Scott noted.

"Aye," Flynn agreed. Summer looked down at him.

"How can you tell? You're in the middle of the fruits and veggies cupboard looking for a bug."

"Well, they haven't been talking so it stands to reason that they're still not talking," Flynn explained. Summer admitted, "Well, you're right there."

As he kept blending the ice for the slushies Scott stuck a second paper umbrella into his hair out of boredom.

"Maybe they're deliberately trying to confuse us."

Summer looked down at Flynn, who was now searching the baking supplies for the bug. He paused to meet her glance, and both then looked over at Scott.

"Nah."

"And why not?" Scott argued. Flynn commented, sifting through the flour can, "Well, neither of them are exactly good at that kind of manipulation. They're both too forward."

"Ziggy did fail at being a cartel member," Summer reminded Scott, who only scoffed, "That was because he's a decent guy."

Hastily he added, "Don't tell him I said that."

"Okay," Summer grinned.

"Where is that blasted bug?" Flynn grumbled, surrounded by pizza pans, cookie pans, cake molds, and… and a set of bagpipes?

"I don't want to know," Summer laughed. Scott suggested as he finished the slushies, "Maybe it's one of the fridge magnets."

Flynn and Summer looked at him oddly.

"Scott, that makes no sense," Summer informed him. Scott elaborated, "I wasn't talking about Ziggy and Dillon; I was talking about the bug!"

"A-ha!" Flynn proclaimed as he rushed over towards the fridge. "I have you now!"

"Maybe they're mediating," Summer narrowed her eyes at the pair.

Scott just snorted.

"Good point."

Having somehow obtained a magnifying glass Flynn was scrutinizing each and every magnet on the fridge.

"So what's your new idea on what they're doing?"

"Some kind of weird cure for Dillon's robotic implants. Something involving increased blood flow," Scott guessed as he got out three tall and narrow glasses.

Flynn let out a single triumphant word. Scott and Summer looked over at him.

"Pie?" they echoed in confusion. Flynn held up a hot pink magnet shaped like the number pi.

"No, pi. As in three point one four… and then a whole lot of other numbers."

Unable to resist Dr. K then rattled off that list of 'a whole lot of other numbers' up to the thirty-two mark.

"Listen to this," Flynn told Dr. K, speaking into the magnet.

"Are you sure it's the bug, Flynn?" Summer tried to slow him down. Flynn just displayed the tiny sound vents on it that clearly made it a bug.

"Okay then," Summer conceded. "Now what are you going to do with it?"

Leaning against the counter, Summer watched (and Scott left off his slushie pouring) to watch Flynn go over to the sink.

Smugly he dropped it into the garbage disposal and pressed the button. A loud grinding sound ensued. As he poured the blue lemonade slushies Scott remarked, "You have violent tendencies at times, Flynn."

He just shrugged as Scott gave him his glass of blue lemonade slushie.

"I'm a Power Ranger. They came with the morpher."

Scott toasted, "To whatever the heck Ziggy and Dillon are doing."

"Cheers," they chorused.

Clinking their glasses together, the three drank their slushies.

Meanwhile… in the Fury Dillon at last turned off the CD player. Ziggy instantly whimpered.

"It's a good song, Ziggy, but I can only listen to "500 Miles" so many times."

"Aw," Ziggy sighed, but he soon perked up.

"Hey, Dillon?"

"Yeah?"

"While we were listening to the song… what on Earth were our teammates doing?"

"I have no idea, and I'm not sure if I want to have an idea."

"True. But still…"