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Nope, still don't own 'em. Well, except for Gragon and the Crangons. Everything else belongs to Fox Kids, Haim Saban, and Disney.
In their base of operations, Mesogog hissed.
"A school dance? How pathetic," he stated.
"I just want to crush their little hearts," Goldar sneered.
"Yes, I want to destroy them! Crush their little spirits!" Gragon enthused.
"What's gotten into him?" Scorpina wondered. Goldar shrugged. He was just as confused as Scorpina. Gragon wasn't usually so hyper.
"Maybe we should send someone down," Mesogog stated.
"Well, I can't go. The Power Brats will be able to spot me a mile away," Scorpina snarled.
"If that's true, then how come they didn't spot you the last time you disguised yourself?" asked Goldar.
"Because they hadn't dealt with me in a while, Goldar. They thought I was gone. But now that I'm back on a permanent basis, they'll know me. Especially that little goody-goody, Tommy," Scorpina snarled.
"What? He can sense your thoughts?" Gragon asked.
"No, not really. But he understands how we work," Scorpina replied.
"This drivel isn't helping," Mesogog hissed.
"Why don't we kidnap one of them?" Gragon suggested.
"Yes. And I know just the Ranger to take," Mesogog hissed again. His eyes bore holes into the screen image of the Black Dino Ranger.
