White and Pink went to the grocery store. It was nice, big, and modern - nothing like the synthetic sandalwood-scented, old, wooden village market. At the entrance, green eggplants were on sale.
"Pink, look!" White smiled, pointing at the green eggplant stand. "These green eggplants are a few cents each! The sign says there's an extreme eggplant surplus. Let's buy lots of eggplants, and then make tempura!"
"Great idea, White," Pink smiled, "but only a few. These eggplants aren't any larger than apples. A few eggplants will fill up our stomachs. Don't forget to buy some tofu."
"Sounds good, Pink," White smiled, as he put some eggplants into the basket.
But suddenly, White and Pink felt a bit uneasy. A handsome, chestnut brown-haired, caucasian (white) male bomber - in a metallic gold jacket and jeans - got himself some juicy, red beets in the produce section. He wore soft brown slippers and silver gloves.
"Oui oui!" the golden bomber said, licking his lips at the sight of beets. "I love beets! In my rice bowl, in my curry, on my pizza, in my cream stew.., in everything i eat!"
"Ugh... beets in places they don't belong," White moaned, feeling nauseous, "only a slob would put beets into cream stew. It probably tastes bitter, like soil. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick!" White also clutched his stomach, as his face turned feverish.
"Bonjour," the golden bomber said, in a deep, masculine voice, walking towards the two bombers. "Comment vas-tu?"
"I'm sorry, I don't speak French," White blushed, "but that means 'how are you', right?"
"Right," the golden bomber said. He speaks English fluently, so no need for a translator. "Call me Enter. I'm a bomber from rural France, from Earth. I love beets, more than almost anything in the universe. I love my mechs the most."
"Mechs?" Pink felt confused. "We know that mechs are robots... are you an engineer?" Enter nodded, talking for a few minutes, about his career in robotics, and his love for beets, robots, and France. However, Enter kept some secrets from them.
"Beet pesto sounds unusual, Enter," Pink said, "it might be delicious on pasta. Preferably rigatoni, with extra basil, parmesan cheese, and blanched almonds."
"Oui oui! Sounds good!" Enter gave a thumbs-up. "Although I like cavatappi more than rigatoni. Or farlafelle. Or angel's hair. All are great topped with beet pesto."
Coincidentally, Red and Blue were also shopping - at the same grocery store. Red loaded his basket with shrimp chin chips, horseradish cheese, rainbow chard, bell peppers, tofu, furikake, tamari sauce - and lots of rice.
"Let's shopping!" Blue laughed, saying that funny phrase to cheer himself up. Blue yawned, as his stomach growled. He was getting sleepy, so Red put him into a cart. Red and Blue both carried groceries in baskets, but then Red put the baskets into the cart, stacked upon each other.
Because Blue slept on his portable blanket and pillow, in the cart, he didn't feel too uncomfortable.
Blue yawned, cozy in his shopping cart "bed". Red felt a little frustrated. "Oh my," Red remarked, looking at the cart while pushing it, "in this cart, we have 11 bags of Pad Thai shrimp chin chips. Me and Blue love these."
Meanwhile, Enter, White, and Pink were shopping together, picking up tasty vegetables, snacks, and pantry essentials. Enter didn't look like a villain at all; he was handsome and soft-hearted, befriending the two bomber rangers finely.
Enter led them to the bakery, to show them his favorite kinds of bread. French of course, not just baguette, but also more unusual kinds. But it was getting boring, so just before walking away, Enter did a morph.
The two bombers agreed to watch Enter do his morph. On his silver bracelet, Enter pressed a golden button. Suddenly, the button said "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!" and he was spontaneously dressed up, in full ranger gear, saying "Let's Morphin'!" just before his helmet came on.
"Looking handsome!" Pink smiled, admiring Enter - completely unaware of the guy's malicious status. "Nice seeing you, Enter. Bye!"
As White and Pink finished their shopping, Enter walked away, laughing by himself, salivating at the sight of fresh, whole wheat rosemary-olive bread - already in his hand basket.
Enter went into the household utensils aisle. In this aisle, he could safely, soundly text to Mujoe and The Dark Force Bombers. Almost nobody visited this unpopular aisle, since many other stores carry inedible household essentials.
During his short text, he typed about luring the Bomber Rangers to his attractive body. He also asked about choosing new attacks against the bomber rangers.