Disclaimer: No! No! I won't do it! I own the Rangers. They're mine! Mine, I tell you! What? What do you mean I don't? I paid that guy ten whole bucks for them! Really? I don't own them? Awwwwwww…..I want my money back!

You can read the first two hundred stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet," and "Those Rangers Just Keep on Meeting."

This is story number thirty-six. It was requested by 100TenMillion.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. Honest, they are.

Kim and Tori

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"I'm ba-ack!" cried Kim as she threw open the glass doors of the Angel Grove Mall. "I've missed you so much!" she shouted as she began to run around. "I've missed you, super expensive shoe store," she said as she ran in and hugged a pair of high heeled boots before running back out. "I've missed you, super chic purses," she said as she kissed the store window. "I've missed you, wonderful food court," she said as she grabbed an old French fry off a table and popped it into her mouth. "I've missed you…"

"…Super rad surf shop!" called Tori from a store a few feet in front of Kim. She was hoping to finally reel in a customer for her store. She deeply regretted setting up shop here rather than next to the beach where people actually surfed. It seemed Kelly had made the suggestion only to remove Tori as competition. Well, Tori made sure to 'thank' her by forging a letter from Kelly to Total Pro Sports saying she was sorry she didn't take up their kind offer. The letter also asked them to come over during the Storm Chargers' owner's week off and turn it into a Barney and Friends disco palace.

Kim stopped and turned to the blonde woman. "What? Eww, no way. I don't surf. Besides, my cute outfits would get all wet and my hair would be a mess."

"You don't wear…oh, never mind," said Tori dismissively. "I'd probably get sued and lose my business if I let an airhead like you even near my lovely boards."

"You have got to be kidding me," stated Kim as she touched one board and it fell into splinters. "Where'd you get this junk? A dumpster? Did Rita use this when she was floating around space?"

"Who?" asked Tori.

"Wait, are those ironing boards there? Do I smell a nice report to the Better Business Bureau?"

"No don't!" cried Tori in tears. "I can't get the money to buy better stuff." In retrospect, writing 'kick-ass super hero surfer girl,' on her loan applications had not been the best idea. "I'll do anything. I'll give you a surfboard. I'll give you free lessons!"

"Why would I want…Aaaah! What is she doing on that wall?" Kim pointed to a plaque.

"Huh?" asked Tori. "Oh that. I don't know, I found it at a flea market. I thought it would make this store look a bit more authentic. I don't even know who this Kat Hilliard is."

Kim read the plaque. "Champion surfer of Angel Grove 1995." She then read the handwritten inscription on the bottom. 'See, Tommy? I bet your Kimmie can't ride you as well as I can my surfboard' "Oh, that does it. First she's a diver, then she's a ballerina, then she's a surfer. No way am I letting her beat me." Suddenly, she burst into tears. "Tommy! Tommy! Why didn't you come running after me after I sent you that 'Dear Tommy' letter? What kind of jerk goes skiing instead?"

Tori stared at the sobbing woman. Slowly, she reached into her pocket, pulled out the 'Dear Blakey,' letter she had written, and ripped it to shreds.

"So, you won't report me then? If I give you a surfing lesson that is?" Tori asked the other woman who had finally stopped crying.

"Sure," replied Kim. She pushed away the cracked board Tori held out to her. "But I will pick my own board. I have no wish to die." She walked behind a counter and grabbed a shiny blue board. "This will do for now. I'll get it painted a more appropriate color later."

"Hey!" cried Tori. "That's my board! You can't have it!" It had taken her almost two years of whining and complaining to Sensei about how she was the only one who even bothered to clean his stinky cage before he broke down and bought it for her.

Kim sighed and put down the board. Then she pulled out her cell phone and pressed a few buttons. "Hello? I'd like to report a store that's selling bogus surfboards. How soon can you come and shut it…"

"Here, take it!" said Tori as she shoved the board back into Kim's hands. She would just whine at Cam about his not being enough of a genius to make her a supersonic surfboard complete with wifi and a bitching sound system.

"Never mind," said Kim into the cell phone. She pressed 'end' just as Trini began to scream at her for disrupting a very private moment between herself and the man she had finally managed to wrest away from a fishy girl's fins. Kim had been quite surprised to learn of her best friend's sudden interest in the Blue Lightspeed Ranger. "Let's hit the beach!"

"And leave my store unattended?" asked Tori. "No way. We'll stay nice and close."

"Like anyone would steal anything in there," muttered Kim as she followed Tori to a flat bench that was right in front of the shop. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," she commented as Tori put the board on top and laid prone on it.

"First, you paddle like this." Tori began moving her arms, unaware of the snickering emanating from a few passers-by.

"God, this is embarrassing," moaned Kim. She spotted a salon next to Tori's shop. "I'll be right back," she called as she headed for it.

"Now, once you can paddle, you can start to ride a wave," continued Tori, unaware that her student had left. "It takes a while, so you have to find the right wave. Then you get slowly to your feet like this." She got up…and fell off the bench, her board flipping over and whacking her on the head.

Two hours later, Kim stepped out of the salon, admiring her hot pink manicure as she did. "So, after I paddle then what? Oh, I see you're taking a nap. Some teacher you are!"

"Ohhhhh…." moaned Tori as she finally gained consciousness. "My store!" she screamed as she noticed that it had been ransacked. Then she got a closer look. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Whoops, guess someone did want that junk after all," commented Kim. "But why would anyone paint it purple and put giant stuffed Barneys and Baby Bops in it?"

"I'm ruined," Tori moaned. "This is your fault," she said accusingly to Kim. "If you had stuck around for your lesson, this wouldn't have happened."

"At least your store looks better now," retorted Kim.

"At least I'm still a master surfer and you're just a ditz," Tori retorted back.

"Oh, really?" asked Kim. With that, she jumped up onto the bench with the surfboard. She expertly demonstrated paddling, and other surfing techniques. With three perfect back flips, she leapt off the board and nailed the landing. "You were saying?"

"I…I…I…I'm a master teacher!" shouted Tori. "Yes! Now I can teach everyone in Blue Bay Harbor how to surf! Everyone will learn! Everyone will finally know that surfing is the only thing worth doing!" She broke out into a maniacal laugh. "They'll finally close all those stupid skate parks and all those idiotic motocross tracks! Surfing will rule supreme!" She continued to laugh as several nearby shoppers pulled their cell phones out in alarm.

Kim rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, your ability to teach me while unconscious is really impressive. Almost as impressive as me being a world class gymnast." She flashed a gold medal in front of Tori's face. She placed it quickly back into her pocket to keep the Blue Ninja Storm Ranger from realizing it was just chocolate in gold foil.

"No, no, you lie!" cried Tori as several white coated men appeared and grabbed her. "Surfers will rule the Oceans! They will rule the Earth! Hang Ten!" Her voice faded as she was dragged away.

Kim stared where Tori had been. Then she shrugged and skipped away. "I've missed you expensive perfume counter! I've missed you super chic jeans store! I've missed you naughty little lingerie shop. I've missed you Super Kat's School of Ski…Dogsledding…Violin…Quilting…Origami… Sculpture…Meteorology…and Rocket Science. I've missed you…WHAT?"

AN: Again, I just could not come up with a good way to end this story. I hope this one came out okay otherwise.