Mrs. Moran was up early the following morning and, as usual, made her way downstairs to the kitchen to see if there was something for breakfast. It was the weekend, so even if their teacher hadn't been abducted by an alien, the girls would be at home and sleeping in, and Mrs. Goodall, who worked during the week, always took advantage of her days off to sleep in. Mrs. Moran was hoping she had enough in the fridge to get started on a nice breakfast.

But before she made it to the kitchen, she heard some snoring from the living room. She had stopped by Gia's room to check up on her daughter on her way downstairs and saw both the girls asleep in the bed. She figured Mrs. Goodall would probably be in her bed, as it wasn't a far walk from the kitchen or living room, no matter how tired she was. Mrs. Moran couldn't help but be curious about the noise coming from her living room.

She was surprised to find a young child fast asleep on her couch. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and checked again, but the child was still there. Then she started to smell coffee.

"Good morning."

She turned around and saw Serena was offering her a cup. She accepted it, took a sip, and looked around again.

"Why is there a stranger passed out on my couch?"

Serena chuckled, "Sorry. I invited some friends. We arrived late last night."

Mrs. Moran sighed, "Serena, you know you're always welcome here, but please can you call first, especially when you're bringing friends?"

"I told Emma I was coming," Serena repeated herself again and rolled her eyes, "Kids these days just don't listen."

"Here, here," Mrs. Moran lifted her cup of coffee. "So, why exactly are you here?"

"I talked with Emma yesterday and she mentioned the Rangers losing their powers. Kevin, Mia, and I are here to give them a little hand until their get their morphers back."

"I prefer you over Gosei."

"I'm sure he's doing something."

"He better be. So… what exactly can you do for the Rangers?"

"They have Power Cards based on elements," Serena said. "You know, Land, Sea, and Sky?"

"Yeah… and…?"

"Look, it's a far stretch, but our Samurai powers are also connected to the elements," Serena said. "The Rangers may not be Samurai, but I find it really hard to believe all that power they summon comes from a flimsy piece of paper they shove in their morphers. That power is inside of them. We're going to try to help them pull it out."

"And that will…"

"They'll have some attacks they can use against Vrak until they get their morphers back."

"Sounds like a plan. You're not going to do anything to get them killed, right?"

"Hopefully not. I don't plan on it."

"That's probably the best answer I can get," Mrs. Moran sighed. Then she pointed to her love seat, "So the kid…"

"Mia and Kevin's daughter," Serena said. "She had to tag along. They brought their son too. I promise they won't be any trouble."

"Just take care of my girls and I don't care what these kids do," Mrs. Moran said before she walked into her kitchen and saw the two strangers whom she assumed were Mia and Kevin sitting at her kitchen table. Kevin stood up to explain but Mrs. Moran held her hand up. "Don't worry about it. Is there any breakfast?"

"There are waffles on the counter," Mia said and glanced to Kevin with a little bit of surprise. They knew they had welcomed themselves into a stranger's home and had expected to be bombarded with questions.

"Mmm, waffles," Mrs. Moran lifted the cover on the plate and grabbed her share, "Stay as long as you want."

"You might want to try them first," Kevin chuckled and then he was smacked on the arm by Mia.

"You love my waffles!"

"Yeah, now," Kevin smirked. Mia rolled her eyes and then resumed feeding her son. Mrs. Moran sat down at the table and pointed to the baby.

"Wait, he's been here all night? I haven't heard a thing."

"He doesn't cry much," Mia nodded her head and smiled, "Just when he needs something. He's a pretty easy baby."

"I wish Gia had been easy," Mrs. Moran muttered and then stuffed her waffle in her face. She heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and then they stopped suddenly. She turned around and chuckled as Mrs. Goodall stared at the strangers in the room.

"There's waffles on the counter, Claire."

"Is this one of those things where I shouldn't…?"

"Yep."

"Mmm, waffles," Mrs. Goodall hummed as she walked over to the counter and lifted the lid covering the waffles. She took just one and joined the others around the table.

"Mommy!" a scream suddenly pierced the ears of the parents just before Riley ran into the kitchen. She climbed up on her mother's lap and hugged her, "Where are we? I woke up and it wasn't my bedroom!"

"We had to come here last night," Mia explained. "You remember Gia and Emma, right?"

"Aw, man! Do they need help again?"

"Yes, they need help again."

Riley looked around the table and shook her head disappointingly. That was when she noticed the waffles. She pointed to her mother's plate, "Where are mine?"

"On the counter. Kevin, can you help her?"

Mrs. Goodall watched the little family and couldn't help but notice Riley's age compared to the age of her parents. She didn't want to sound rude but she just had to ask, "Um, how old is Riley?"

"They adopted her when she was four," Serena explained as she walked into the kitchen, dragging with her the yellow and pink Rangers. "Don't worry, there's no bad example here."

"I wasn't thinking that," Mrs. Goodall said. "I was just… curious."

"She's a handful," Kevin commented from the counter while Riley snatched her plate from his hands.

"No, daddy! You have to make a new one! Why isn't it pink Ranger shaped? You always make it pink Ranger shaped! This is just a circle, and not even a good one!"

"Go sit down, Riley. Today is a busy day. I can't make a pink Ranger waffle. If you stop complaining and sit down politely, I'll turn the circle into a smiley face."

"Won't be as cool," Riley muttered but she carried her plate over to the table.

Serena looked to Kevin and Mia, "We should probably get going now. The sooner we start, the more time we have."

"Good idea," Mia nodded her head and started to lift Jesse to put him in his carrier. Mrs. Moran shook her head and gestured for Mia to carry him over.

"We'll watch the kids."

"Uh… are you sure?" Kevin asked. "The baby's the easy one."

"I'm not a baby," Riley looked up and frowned at her father.

"Please, consider it a trade," Mrs. Moran insisted. "You take care of our girls, and we'll watch your kids."

"It's probably a good idea," Serena looked to the pink and blue couple, "The kids might just get in the way. Besides, Troy said we could go to his place."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Kevin asked. Serena pointed to Jesse.

"Remember where you got him from. His sister lives with him."

"Oh… yeah, probably best to wait," Kevin nodded his head. He walked over to Riley and quickly made the smiling face on her waffle, "You be good."

"I'm always good, daddy."

"Sure," Kevin kissed the top of her head, "You listen to Mrs. Moran and Mrs. Goodall. Do whatever they tell you without giving them a hard time. And take care of your brother, too."

"I'm not changing diapers," Riley put her hand up and looked to her two babysitters, "Called it."

"Claire can change the diapers," Mrs. Moran smirked.

Mrs. Goodall swallowed her bite of waffle and then glared at her friend, "Why me?"

"You need to make up for missed experiences."

"I… you… fine…"

"Can't we at least have breakfast?" Emma asked as the Samurai ushered her and Gia out the door.

"We'll pick up something on the way," Serena promised.

"But waffles…"

"We'll pick up waffles," the door shut. Riley jabbed her waffle in the eye.

"Did you know I'm a Samurai?"

"Serena, Mia, and Kevin are the Samurai Rangers from Panorama," Mrs. Moran whispered to Mrs. Goodall. "They're here to help the Rangers with their little problem."

"My parents always have to come and save the new Rangers," Riley said. "You know, my mommy's the best pink Ranger ever!"

"She knows?" Mrs. Goodall asked Mrs. Moran. Her best friend shrugged.

"I guess she knows."

"She knows we know?"

"She probably doesn't know it's supposed to be a secret."

"I know it's supposed to be a secret," Riley said. "But family is allowed to know."

"Not all family."

"Well, you know," Riley shrugged. She jabbed her waffle's other eye, "My mommy can beat the new pink Ranger's butt."

"No she can't," Mrs. Goodall shook her head.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Mrs. Moran handed Jesse to Mrs. Goodall and then started to collect the dishes from around the table, "Claire, you're arguing with a child."

"And losing," Riley smirked.

"Prove it," Mrs. Goodall challenged the little girl.

"Fine," Riley nodded. "When they come back, they'll spar. Winner is the best."

"Deal."

"Your years of mothering experience are just shining through, Claire," Mrs. Moran chuckled. "By the way, you do smell that, right?"

"What? Aw, already? Seriously, kid?" Mrs. Goodall pinched her nose and looked down at Jesse.

Riley giggled, "He's stinky, too."

"Perfect."