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Power Rangers Literati
"Alphabet Soup"
'T is for Trophy'
By J.T. Magnus, "Turbo"

"Hm, political bull, beer tasting - got to love the low-brow tastes in this town... Donald Trump bought WWF, that might be interesting. South Carolina beat Arizona in baseball... HM, Robert Landors is getting a divorce."

"J.T... What did you just say?"

"Hollywood, Robert Landors and his wife are getting a divorce."

"Robert Landors is divorcing his wife... or is she divorcing him?"

"He's divorcing her... MISTER Z," J.T. put the emphasis on the mister to get his boss's attention, "I have a feeling... there's something going on here."

Zack raised an eyebrow, "Man, you always have a feeling there's something going on."

"Let me rephrase - I have a feeling something specific is going on related to this piece of news to get such a joy-in-the-suffering-of-others reaction from my normally easy-going and pragmatic boss."

"You really think that, huh?"

"Well it's either that or you've won a lifetime's supply of pudding for getting a hole in one on the eighteenth hole of the mini-golf course."

Zack paused for a moment, then swung himself up onto the counter, "Can I have the pudding?"

J.T. stopped, blinked, then blinked again, "That sounds like something I'd say... now I'm REALLY worried."

"Let's just say we've all had our 'Grand Stupid Times', as you say, and leave it, okay?"

"'Fraid not, you've just thrown a pulp detective fan a bone and I'm gonna gnaw on it until I get some answers," J.T. said before putting on his Bogart voice, "So, uh, I gonna havta engrave an invitation on a forty-five automatic?"

Zack leaned back until he was laying on the counter, "Angela Griggs was a girl I dated for a while back in Angel Grove, she dumped me after I left for the Youth Conference by a letter - ironic, really, considering that another of my friends was dumped by letter just as the Conference was ending... that's why I didn't move back to Angel Grove like Trini and Jason did - dumped, most of the old gang had gone seperate ways, so I decided to travel a while... I liked how Scenic City felt, so here's where I finally settled down, you know the rest..."

He took a deep breath, "Angela, on the other hand, moved to Hollywood, became an actress, married Robert Landors, had a son..."

"You're looking at this all wrong, Z - she's famous, yeah... but as a Trophy Wife, a now-divorced Trophy Wife. You? You played a big part in the '95 World Youth Peace Conference, you have your own business, and you, uh, support your local... team... does it really matter that you've never been on A5 of the paper?"

"I don't know, man, some days like today it just don't add up, like any chance for a future's passing me by. I'm twenty-eight, J.T., but some days it seems like I'm twenty-eight thousand..."

"So now you want fortune and fame, is that it?"

"No... but a little recognition would be nice."

"Zack, you're talking to a guy who saves the city and the world from behind a full-helmet, that's beyond preaching to the choir."

"Yeah, but at least at the end of the day you can say you've done something."

"Too bad I'd be talking to myself."

"Only one thing to do."

"Rooftop?"

"Rooftop."

J.T. turned the key in the lock after hanging up a sign in the window, 'Temporarily Closed - Will reopen after first period.'

Zack pass-kicked the soccer ball to his employee, "Last one up there gets streetside."