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Well, I meant to get this done before the weekend was over, but better late than never. This is story number twelve. It was requested by LordHellion.

Rocky and Dustin

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Agggghhhh" cried Rocky in frustration as he tried to carve the pile of ashes on the platter in front of him. For a second he considered calling his parents and friends yet again to beg them to let him come to Thanksgiving dinner. But he knew that it was pointless. His mom had already changed her phone number and the lock on her door…twice. And his so-called friends had 'conveniently' forgotten to tell him where they were meeting for the big get-together celebration with their own spouses and, in a few cases, children. "They're just a bunch of jerks, anyway," he pouted. "Just because I hurt my back that one time, they still don't want me with them." Not once did it cross his mind that his tendency to eat almost everything in sight before anyone else even had the chance to sit was more likely the cause of his current loneliness.

Rocky gave up trying to carve the turkey he had cooked and simple began shoving spoonfuls of the charred bits into his mouth. "Hmmmm…. needs cranberry sauce." With that, he reached over to the moldy-green blob on his left.

"Ding dong."

"Whoohoo!" Rocky leapt up, sweeping the so-called turkey and cranberry sauce to the floor. His backup dinner had arrived. In two seconds, he was at the door. Eagerly, he flung it open…and gaped at the young man dressed in a giant turkey suit.

The turkey began to dance and sing. "Hey it's Thanksgiving. The day we all eat food. But you really can't cook. So here's your pizza, Dude." With that, Dustin handed the pizza to Rocky.

Rocky didn't stop gaping. "Uh, since when did Mario's start hiring dancing turkeys?"

"Since Mario Junior took over and decided he could make more money by combining singing telegrams with pizza delivery." For the millionth and first time, Dustin regretted skipping college and quitting his position as a teacher at the Wind Ninja Academy to focus solely on a career as a motorcross stunt rider. He already had a lawsuit pending against Kelly and Storm Chargers for making him think that it was actually a lucrative career. "Anyway, that's one-hundred and twelve dollars for the ten pizzas with everything. Wow, you must be having a party, Dude."

"Oh, yeah…a party, that's right," replied Rocky as he held out the money including the tip. "They just haven't arrived yet."

"Thanks," said Dustin as he took the money. "And that'll be an extra fifty dollars for the entertainment."

Rocky snickered. "That was horrible. I'm not paying for that dance."

But Dustin kept his hand out. "That was a high quality song. I wrote it myself, Dude."

"Why am I not surprised, Dude?" Rocky felt like he was starving and would've gladly given this annoying guy anything to get rid of him. But, he simply did not have any more money. Holding his stack of pizzas, he began to head back into the house.

"NOT AGAIN!" cried Dustin, causing Rocky to startle. SPLAT, three of the pies fell off the stack and somehow the boxes managed to open and turn upside down. "I always end up having to give Mario Junior the fifty bucks. No one ever wants to pay." With that, he began to cry.

"My…my…my PIZZA! Look what you did, you numbskull!" growled Rocky, who had quickly placed the remaining pizzas on a table near the door. "I want my money back on those three pies."

"Oh," sniffled Dustin as he reached down and began picking up the pizzas. He began to pick out the dirt, grass, and dog doody from the cheese. "I…I guess I can just toss these away." He began to reach into his pocket for Rocky's money.

"On the other hand," said Rocky eyeing the now somewhat restored pizzas. "It really would be a shame to waste food like that." With that, he grabbed the pies back. He turned and once again began to head back into the house.

"ANOTHER SONG!" shouted Dustin, this time causing the wobbly table with the seven pizza to tip over and cause all the pies to fall topping side down onto Rocky's unvacuumed carpet. "I'll do another song for you so you'll pay me!"

"What the…No!"

But Dustin ignored Rocky and began to do another geeky dance. "Pizza pizza nice and round. Pizza pizza on the ground. Pizza Pizza now looks crude. Pizza pizza uh…pizza, dude!"

Rocky was livid. "That was WORSE than the last one. I'm not paying a cent for that. Anyway, you've just ruined my other pizzas and I'm hungry!" With that, he began to wail, himself.

Dustin began to cry again as well. "I'm…I'm a failure! Shane and the others were right. I can't even deliver pizzas without goofing up. No wonder they all thought I was the idiot of the Power Ranger team. Here, I'll pick those up." With that, he pushed past Rocky and began to pick carpet lint, used tissues, and coffee grounds out of the pizzas.

Rocky had stopped crying. "You, you were a Ranger? A power Ranger?"

"Oh, dude!" groaned Dustin as he placed the last pie right side up. "I can't believe I did that, Sensei's going to have my…oh wait, I keep forgetting he never had a rule about not saying anything."

"And they called you an idiot all the time?" asked Rocky. "I know exactly what you went through. Hey, do you want to stay and have some pizza?"

"Sure!" answered Dustin eagerly, having already forgotten about the recently added 'toppings' to Rocky's pizzas. "But, what about your party, Dude?"

"Wouldn't you know I forgot I cancelled it?" He handed a paper plate with a slice on it. "You'd better hurry. It's going fast."

"Huh?" asked Dustin who was shocked to see that three of the boxes were already empty. He quickly reached for another piece and put it next to the one Rocky had given him. "Whoa, Dude, your should enter those eating contests they have all the time. You could make a lot of money with that stomach."

Rocky hung his head. "I tried that once two years ago. But I got beaten badly in a cake eating contest by some woman. I think her name was Meya or Maya."

"Oh," replied Dustin as he grabbed a third slice from the three remaining boxes. "Well, thanks for the pizza, Dude. You know, I really appreciate this. I guess I can pay the fifty bucks again. This time."

"Actually, that's not why I invited you," began Rocky. "I was also known as the 'idiot' of my Ranger team." He continued through Dustin's gasp of surprise. "And I thought we could put our heads together and plan some revenge on our 'know-it-all' teammates."

"All right, Dude! Maybe we could start on the Red Rangers? Red Rangers can be soooo bossy."

"Well, uh, not all Red Rangers are bad," uttered Rocky. "Maybe we could start with the Yellow Rangers? The ones I knew always had an attitude." He decided not to mention his failed attempts at getting Trini then Aisha and then Tanya to date him.

"Yo, Dude, what do you mean attitude?" questioned Dustin in an offended tone. "I'll have you know that I NEVER had an attitude."

"You…you were a YELLOW Ranger?" guffawed Rocky. "But all the Yellow Rangers I knew were girls!" He had conveniently forgotten about the Aquitian Rangers.

"WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS, DUDE?" screamed Dustin, his face red with anger.

"Yep, no wonder they all thought you were an idiot for accepting a girly color."

"It's not a girly color!" shouted Dustin.

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

And thus the argument continued through the evening, all plans of revenge against the other Rangers forgotten.