After White, Red, Blue and Pink purchased groceries, things seemed fine... although they were carrying heavy paper grocery bags. White and Pink were separate from Red and Blue.
"Ugh! My stomach is growling!" Red groaned, carrying three bags simultaneously. "I just wanna eat some shrimp chins! I've got a blood test tomorrow. Blue, hurry up!"
Blue yawned, struggling to carry 4 bags simultaneously. "We're almost home, brother. We're almost home. Eat all the shrimp chins you want. Before 8:00 PM, you and I can both eat."
A week earlier, White and Pink already took blood tests. They were good. But new pains arrived. At their apartment door, White's arms were getting tired, so he immediately wanted a bag of fish skin chips. Unfortunately, White fell down, bumping into Enter.
"OW!" White and Enter both said. "My arms are so fatigued," White moaned, with slight teardrops, "can anybody carry these groceries in for us?"
Enter chuckled, adjusting his aviation goggles. "White, you've come to the right place. I've got the perfect assistant." Within seconds, Enter pressed his bracelet's button, and it said "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!". Thus, Enter became Beet Buster, saying "Let's Morphin'!" just before his helmet came on. He took out a strange key, unlocked an unknown object, then he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the sky developed a weird, swirling, magenta formation. From the sky, a few action figures fell down.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" White yelled, looking at the action figures. "Where is my assistant? Why did you lie?"
(song playing: Boss Theme - from Super Bomberman Famicom/NES)
"With a special device," Beet Buster said, "I can turn these action figures into numerous assistants." So, Beet Buster indeed pressed the special device's button. Just like magic, the device shouted "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!", and the 5, multicolor action figures became living bombers. Furthermore, all 5 bombers were spontaneously dressed up in full Impostor Ranger gear.
"AHH!!!" White and Pink both screamed, abandoning their groceries. Both of them immediately changed into Roaranger gear. They pressed their buttons, with the buttons shouting "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!" and the two bombers shouting "LET'S MORPHIN'! TIGER CHANGE!" were armored from head to toe, with special, tiger-like Roaranger Helmets.
The groceries were nestled on the doorstep. The 5 Impostor Rangers stood still, waiting to obey Beet Buster. "5 Imposter Rangers, you know what to do," Beet Buster said. He snapped his fingers, shouting "Attack!" and the Impostir Rangers began punching, kicking, grabbing, and smacking White and Pink.
Fearlessly, White and Pink began punching, kicking and grabbing the 5 Impostor Rangers. White body-slammed a Blue Impostor Ranger, who screamed, as White broke its spine. White also slammed a Green Impostor Ranger's fist on a dumpster bucket, bruising its knuckles until,they bled.
The Green Impostor Ranger punched White in the gut and left cheek. Within seconds, the other Imposter Rangers attacked White and Pink. A Red Imposter Ranger tried to strangle White, but White did his first Special Attack against it. How?
"IT'S TIME FOR A BOMB ATTACK!" White's bracelet announced, with emergency beeps. As White was surviving being strangled, he pulled his Celestial Tiger Roaranger Gun's trigger. "ROARANGER GUN, FIRE!" White screamed, as Tiger Spirits raced to the heavens.
Suddenly, Furious Tiger Spirit Missiles (from the sky) destroyed all the impostors, creating a massive explosion. White and Pink both survived, but sadly, Beet Buster also survived.
"You pathetic Bombers," Beet Buster laughed, "you think those missiles would've killed me, don't you? Well, my Ranger Armor is Très Magnifique (very magnificent). My Ranger Armor uses Planet Kurodaiya Black Diamond explosion resistance."
"So does our Ranger Armor, likely," Pink said, as she and White were angry. "I thought you were our friend! You and the 5 Imposter Rangers almost killed me and my brother!"
Beet Buster laughed, feeling no remorse at all. "Just so you know, I am the new CEO of a secret organization on Planet Kurodaiya. Online, I do resource management for the sales of black diamonds. I also utilize robots to harvest black diamonds."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Pink yelled, "YOU ALMOST KILLED US! STOP BABBLING!" Soon, Pink and White both went inside the apartment, after scanning their door key. They forgot the groceries, due to extreme stress, so they nibbled on rice crackers - leftover from their previous, dumpy village residence.
Unexpectedly, somebody knocked at their door. White opened it, and it was Yellow, with his female caregiver. Yellow is severely autistic, so he can't talk. Yellow was avoiding eye contact, smiling, playing with his butterfly plushie. The caregiver handed the grocery bags to them.
"I'm sorry, sir," the caregiver said, holding onto Yellow's harness and left arm, "are these bags of groceries yours? I think you left them outside."
"Yes, ma'am," White replied, as she held onto Yellow. "I'd appreciate you to help. Please bring the groceries inside." And she did. All that time, she held onto Yellow Bomber, and Yellow flapped his hands, smiling, playing with a butterfly plushie. White and Pink organized and put away the groceries.
Yellow began moaning in frustration. He couldn't talk, but he rubbed his tummy. Suddenly, he began biting his hand, with tears dripping from his eyes. Yellow was hungry, and he was crying. His bitten hand represented food.
"Yellow, stop biting your hand!" the caregiver yelled, grabbing down Yellow's hands. Suddenly, Yellow began banging his head, on the kitchen wall.
"When Yellow is hungry, he can get dangerous," Pink warned, "when he was a little boy, he had an extreme rage over wanting vanilla custard. He wouldn't eat his dinner, when he tried feeding him vegetables, he'd scream, try to vomit, and hit himself. We've wasted lots of money on therapies."
"Is that why your son is biting his hand?" the caregiver asked, as she seated Yellow at the table. "He's trying to say, 'I'm hungry', but his brain does not facilitate a lot of verbal communication."
"True," White replied, "Yellow has extreme issues with trying to communicate basic desires or needs."