Dawn of the Personality Challenged Power Rangers

By Holly-Batali and EvilDarkPurpleGirl

Disclaimer: We do not own Power Rangers, SPD, musical theatre, sitcoms, Mexico, Goths (in all forms and terms), germ phobia, Lysol (and other various cleaning products), or Puff the Magic Dragon. However, we do own Puffers the not-so-magical-as-much-as-polyester-fiber dragon.

Chapter Twelve: Boredom...what else?

They agreed to let me scrub the toilets, but only with adult supervision (thanks, weird janitor guy). I was still in a cell, but a nicer one. This time, I got a bed, a chair, a desk, and a shelf. They even let me have little hotel-samples of soap, shampoo, and a mini bottle of Lysol! Plus, I got Puffers back, who was now sitting on my shelf. I sat on the floor and tinkered happily with a broken toaster Boom had brought this afternoon. He said that he couldn't find out what was wrong with it; but really, it was pretty simple once you just connected the red wires to the respective sockets and...

KABOOM!

I was so surprised when the toaster exploded that I just sat there. A minute later, Kat, Boom, Cruger, and Doc F. came running in. They stared at me with shocked expressions as they took in my blackened hands and face, my crazy hair, my astonished expression.

"Wow," I said, my eyes wide and staring as I examined the burning rubble in my lap; the sad remains of the once-a-toaster. I repressed a shutter at how dirty it must be. "I guess I put it in the wrong socket."

I vaguely registered Cruger sighing and shaking his head; Doctor Felix slapping his forehead; and Kat glaring at Boom, who gave a shaky laugh and glanced away guiltily.


"FREE AT LAST! I AM FREE AT LAST!"

"Shut up Sky!" Syd screamed.

"NEVER!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. " TO BE LIKE EAGLES WHEN THEY RIDE UPON THE WIND AND TASTE THE SWEETEST TASTE OF FREEDOM FOR MY SOUL!"

"SKY, SHUT UP!" Jack screamed.

"THEN I'D BE FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST--"

"SKY!! SHUT UP!!" We all screamed.

"Well, sorry," he huffed angrily, folding his arms and sulking. "It's not my fault you're all a bunch of tone-deaf, louse-eared--"

Syd groaned. "Drama queen."

"I am not!" he yelled at her. "I'm special!"

"Yeah right!" screamed Syd. "Does your mom tell you that?"

"You--you--you--you--you're just jealous!" he stammered. "My mom is way cooler than yours!"

"YOU LEAVE MY MOTHER OUT OF THIS!" Syd screamed at him.

"NO I WILL NOT!" Sky pouted, his eyes getting red and puffy. I had a feeling that Z was going to milk this for all it was worth once we were back to normal. Speaking of Z...

"This is ridiculous," she fumed, stomping up in her tan heels, pushing up her black glasses and straightening her tight bun of hair. "It's childish, it's foolish; will you two simply grow up!"

Ouch. Harsh.

That just about put Sky over the edge. "YOU GROW UP!" He yelled, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Sky, relax," Jack said. "Breath, Broadway-Boy, breath."

"Breath, right...breath." Sky seemed to calm down a bit after that. He looked up, trying to regain some composure. Then he smiled. "Right, I'm absolutely fine now. Well, I'm glad I can stay calm, if no one else can." The rest of us simeltaneously groaned and rolled our eyes.

Just then (feeling the suspense yet?) I got another Movie Clip (my little precognitions--or would it be postcognition?): we were all sitting on the floor in the rec room, going over one of Jack's ridiculous pie charts. He saw his own left eye twitching (probably because of the germs floating around my face) and my right hand itching towards the Lysol at my belt. Jack was explaining (with a laser pointer too!) about changes in personality that could be due to stress, boredom, yada yada yada.

Wait one butter-spreading second!

"THAT'S IT!" I shouted, causing the others to jump and stare at me. "Hey, Jack,"

Jack was sitting on a bench, reading this morning's edition of the SPD Times. "Yes son?"

I took a moment to roll my eyes. "Whatever. Listen; I think you should hold a meeting." Boy, that got his attention. "On the weird behavior stuff. You know; what's causing it and all that cra--I mean...all that technical and fascinating stuff that we all love so much." Quick save, eh?

His eyes lit up. "Yeah," he said slowly. "That's a wonderful idea Bridger. I'm glad that you're finally taking an interest in the family business! Come on gang!" Oh for toast's sake; what was this, Scooby Doo?


Authors Note: Yes, I took a freaking long time. Yes, it's short. But yes, I've already started Chapter Thirteen, and it'll be soon and longer. Happy? Buttery toast for everyone.