Issue One, Act Two
Gatherings
Scene Four
Shayla and the Creeps
As the crowds enjoyed their food courtesy of the surprisingly well mannered chef, their attentions turned to the musical act being set up. Emperor Vile peeked over at the bulletin board by the entrance, which failed to mention anything of it. However, Emperor Zedd's voice was heard over the microphone in front of the room as all eyes turned on him.
"...And after that, Rita wouldn't let me touch her for a week...is this thing on?" Zedd cleared his throat and turned to the audience, finding Rita passed out at her seat from overdosing on Bayer.
"Ladies, gentlemen, demons, mutants, machines, Orgs and anyone else not important enough to waste my breath on, I would like to take this time to cordially welcome you to tonight's Monarch Conference.
Zedd allowed a few brief moments for applause.
"From what I understand," continued Zedd, "...a small musical number has been put together and- ah, I see that they are ready to proceed. Everyone, enjoy the fine performances of..." reads the cue card from Finster in the background, "...uh, Shayla and the Creeps. And as you do, our chef will be passing out his signature delicacy- chocolate crème-filled Ranger heads."
Spotlights shined at the main stage as the lights dimmed. Shayla, dressed in a hippie and punk-rock attire, put on her cheesiest smile as her "Creeps" got ready on drums and electric guitars. Shayla was ready to provide the vocal talent. "Oh, a minor announcement," interrupted Zedd. "The invasion will, for now, postpone all further Yoga classes with instructor Master Org. Enjoy."
The chef scorned his Cog assistants in the back of the kitchen before proudly coming out with his prize delicacy. His hooves carried two silver plates with life-size chocolate replicas of the helmets of the Red Morphin Ranger and Blue Turbo Ranger. General Vile had the compelling urge to dig into the Blue Ranger's head.
However, the Turbo Ranger was presented to a revived Rita. Her father whispered to Master Org nearby.
"Ah, that's not surprising," spoke Vile. "Rita always had a thing for small annoying children."
Emperor Zedd was presented with the Red Ranger's head, much to his delight.
"Oh yes, it's eatin' time!" exclaimed Zedd, now sitting back at his table to rejoin with Lothor, Diabolico and wife Rita.
However, just as Zedd began smashing the face through the openings of his grilled-plated mouth, the sound of Shayla's voice filled the room and immediately had an impact.
"Each day when the sun riiiiises, I hurry from my sleeeeep, I can't wait to greet you with my soooooong..."
"Death" was the main thoughts of the conference majority; their jaws dropped and their eyes filled with tears. The chef began feeling queasy.
"It's horrible! It's horrible!" cried the chef.
"Make it stop!" shouted Master Org from afar.
Empress Bansheera's watery screeching pierced the eardrums of everyone present.
"Bah!" shouted Zedd, "...I think now's a good time for that thousand-year nap."
"...You are nature's greatest majesty..." Shayla continued, and Lothor thought her cheesy Disney-like smile made her look possessed.
"Zeddy, you know all those times I whined about having a headache?"
"Yes, Rita. I had happily suppressed those memories."
"Well, I had no idea what I was talking about until today!"
Slamming his metal-clamped hand down hard onto the table, Zedd then pointed to the chef.
"Pig- collect your payment early!"
With that officially said, the chef ripped off his apron, knocked over tables' worth of hard-prepared food, and darted over towards the band. Zedd leaned over to Rita.
"I made a deal with the pig earlier. If he behaved himself around the food, then he could eat the band as payment."
By the time Zedd had finished his comment, the noise had been silenced. The chef now laid down on the stage rubbing his belly, burping up tie-dye clothing. Massive applause followed.
After the commotion had settled down a bit and the lighting resumed to normal, Master Org enjoyed fresh dear meat as Zedd returned to the podium on stage.
Gatherings
Scene Four
Shayla and the Creeps
As the crowds enjoyed their food courtesy of the surprisingly well mannered chef, their attentions turned to the musical act being set up. Emperor Vile peeked over at the bulletin board by the entrance, which failed to mention anything of it. However, Emperor Zedd's voice was heard over the microphone in front of the room as all eyes turned on him.
"...And after that, Rita wouldn't let me touch her for a week...is this thing on?" Zedd cleared his throat and turned to the audience, finding Rita passed out at her seat from overdosing on Bayer.
"Ladies, gentlemen, demons, mutants, machines, Orgs and anyone else not important enough to waste my breath on, I would like to take this time to cordially welcome you to tonight's Monarch Conference.
Zedd allowed a few brief moments for applause.
"From what I understand," continued Zedd, "...a small musical number has been put together and- ah, I see that they are ready to proceed. Everyone, enjoy the fine performances of..." reads the cue card from Finster in the background, "...uh, Shayla and the Creeps. And as you do, our chef will be passing out his signature delicacy- chocolate crème-filled Ranger heads."
Spotlights shined at the main stage as the lights dimmed. Shayla, dressed in a hippie and punk-rock attire, put on her cheesiest smile as her "Creeps" got ready on drums and electric guitars. Shayla was ready to provide the vocal talent. "Oh, a minor announcement," interrupted Zedd. "The invasion will, for now, postpone all further Yoga classes with instructor Master Org. Enjoy."
The chef scorned his Cog assistants in the back of the kitchen before proudly coming out with his prize delicacy. His hooves carried two silver plates with life-size chocolate replicas of the helmets of the Red Morphin Ranger and Blue Turbo Ranger. General Vile had the compelling urge to dig into the Blue Ranger's head.
However, the Turbo Ranger was presented to a revived Rita. Her father whispered to Master Org nearby.
"Ah, that's not surprising," spoke Vile. "Rita always had a thing for small annoying children."
Emperor Zedd was presented with the Red Ranger's head, much to his delight.
"Oh yes, it's eatin' time!" exclaimed Zedd, now sitting back at his table to rejoin with Lothor, Diabolico and wife Rita.
However, just as Zedd began smashing the face through the openings of his grilled-plated mouth, the sound of Shayla's voice filled the room and immediately had an impact.
"Each day when the sun riiiiises, I hurry from my sleeeeep, I can't wait to greet you with my soooooong..."
"Death" was the main thoughts of the conference majority; their jaws dropped and their eyes filled with tears. The chef began feeling queasy.
"It's horrible! It's horrible!" cried the chef.
"Make it stop!" shouted Master Org from afar.
Empress Bansheera's watery screeching pierced the eardrums of everyone present.
"Bah!" shouted Zedd, "...I think now's a good time for that thousand-year nap."
"...You are nature's greatest majesty..." Shayla continued, and Lothor thought her cheesy Disney-like smile made her look possessed.
"Zeddy, you know all those times I whined about having a headache?"
"Yes, Rita. I had happily suppressed those memories."
"Well, I had no idea what I was talking about until today!"
Slamming his metal-clamped hand down hard onto the table, Zedd then pointed to the chef.
"Pig- collect your payment early!"
With that officially said, the chef ripped off his apron, knocked over tables' worth of hard-prepared food, and darted over towards the band. Zedd leaned over to Rita.
"I made a deal with the pig earlier. If he behaved himself around the food, then he could eat the band as payment."
By the time Zedd had finished his comment, the noise had been silenced. The chef now laid down on the stage rubbing his belly, burping up tie-dye clothing. Massive applause followed.
After the commotion had settled down a bit and the lighting resumed to normal, Master Org enjoyed fresh dear meat as Zedd returned to the podium on stage.