Back in the old theatre in Auckland, Wrench was still working on his device when Fury came back into the restaurant. The cyborg looked up from where he was working, only to see the large, feline bounty hunter staggering into the room. He had to stifle a chuckle.

"Good day hunting?" He asked. Fury just growled and smashed up an old set with his sword. Wrench had to struggle not to laugh at the display. Fury was always an impatient, impulsive creature. He had left the theatre by himself, not waiting for the reinforcements from Sledge, believing that he was more than powerful enough to take down a single Ranger, especially one that as far as they could see had no idea what power he wielded. "I'll take that as a no then."

Fury didn't say anything. He was still seething over his embarrassing failure. He had brought the Purple Ranger into what should have been a perfect trap. He had him trapped, cornered, and completely at his mercy. However, just as he was about to finish him off, the Purple Ranger summoned his weapons.

The Purple Ranger seemed to be just as surprised as he was when the sword appeared in his hand. He was so amazed that the blaster appeared that he barely managed to get his shot off. However, the distraction was all that was needed. By the time Fury managed to disentangle himself from some wreckage, once again, he was gone.

"I don't see YOU doing anything to help!" Fury growled. "What the hell is that?"

"This is all the help we'll ever need!" Wrench declared proudly. "With this, we'll be able to bring all the reinforcements we will ever need!"

"I thought Sledge was sending Meteor." Fury replied gruffly. Wrench just nodded.

"He did, Meteor is already here!" Wrench answered. "And he brought a little something with him that should help immensely."

"Alright, so what EXACTLY is this thing anyway?" Fury asked.

"This is a re-animator!" Wrench told him. "It's a little something I've been working on for...a good while anyway."

"Re-animator?" Fury asked. "So it...?"

"As long as I have some genetic material, I can bring back anyone that has been destroyed!" Wrench told him. Fury just looked to him sceptically.

"That's not possible." He told him.

"Fine, strictly speaking it makes a genetic clone from the genetic material." Wrench groaned. "What? You know it was always easier to bring back prisoners dead than alive. The only reason you and Sledge bothered was because the reward was higher if they were alive when they were returned!"

"So, you were going to give our clients clones?" Fury asked.

"They'd be genetically identical." Wrench responded abruptly. "I only care about the science. Let the courts worry about the metaphysical 'is it really the one that committed the crime' issue."

"So this thing really works?" Fury asked him. He wasn't too sure how he felt about the prospect of re-animating dead prisoners, but he could understand the practical side of how useful it would be to be able to bring back some of their fallen monsters. They had lost some useful powers and abilities in their battles to the Rangers.

"There's just one way to find out!" Wrench said as he put a sample into the machine. He started to make some adjustments and punch in some commands. Fury joined him by the console. "Just one more adjustment and...prepare to say hello once more to Ice Age!"

He threw the main switch, and the machine sparked into life. Every light in the theatre flickered, and sparks flew all over the room. Eventually, they saw a form appearing in the middle of the stage. Fury watched in awe, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I can't believe it! It's working!" Fury called out. "It's really..."

Just then, there was a blood-curdling scream and the creature flopped forward onto the floor as the machine fell dark. They came across, seeing a horrendous creature, all muscle and bone, with no skin at all, floundering on the floor. Fury just looked to the pitiful creature as he shook his head in disgust, before looking to Fury.

"Don't say a word." Wrench sighed as he looked to the creature, crawling away, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

"You want me to...?"

"No, I'll take care of it." Wrench answered, picking up his axe and approaching the creature. He knelt down over it. "Sadly, failure is a part of science." With that, he brought the blade down on the unfortunate creature, putting it out of its misery.

Meanwhile, outside of the city, the Rangers had managed to find somewhere they could hire a truck, and were heading out into the woods. Chase was driving; keeping to the route his old friends in the band had set out for him. It might not exactly be home, but he was back in his home country. Looking around at the amazing scenery that had gained the country a lot of focus in the many movies and TV series that had started filming out here, he couldn't help feeling good to be sharing this with his friends.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Tyler asked him. The Sat-Nav had stopped giving readings quite some time ago, and they had been driving for what seemed like hours on dirt tracks through the woods.

"Don't worry, this is the right way. Keith told me exactly where I was going." Chase assured them. "See, there's the lake up on the left."

"Wow, and I used to think my home was remote." Riley remarked as he looked around. "How long's it even been since we saw asphalt?"

"I like here." Koda said with a huge smile on his face. It made sense that he was comfortable out here. It had to be a lot closer to his old home than he usually found in the modern world. While there were open spaced not far from Amber Beach, he hadn't really had much of a chance to explore them. Ivan too seemed to be enjoying this trip. In his day, while there were towns in Zandar, they weren't anything like the asphalt jungles of the modern era. He had regaled them a few times about his days hunting with the Royal Family on their estate.

"No cell signal." Shelby said as she checked her phone. "Wow, we really are out in the boonies."

"Actually, out here we call them the Wop Wops." Chase told them as they finally passed what looked like the first man-made structure they had seen since leaving the city. It was a pile of tyres, which acted as a bumper around a pole, either side of the "road". There was a large plank of wood nailed to them creating a form of arch over the road. It was painted with a sign, proclaiming it "Albert Smith's Bigfoot Tours."

They pulled through the arch, into a clearing where there was a shed erected, and some other wooden furniture. A couple of oil drums and logs marked out kind of a perimeter. It looked like the whole place had been cobbled together out of whatever the mysterious Albert Smith could cobble together out of whatever he could find.

"Does anyone else get a distinct, 'Texas Chainsaw' vibe from this place?" She asked as they looked around. Ivan went to the shed and knocked on the door. When he pounded on the door a little harder, but there was still no answer.

"It appears Mr Smith may not be here." He suggested. "Perhaps he's taking a group on another tour?"

"There's no one else parked here." Tyler pointed out. "It's kind of a long way to come without a car."

"Mr Smith!" Riley called out. The others just looked to him a little surprised at how loudly he could yell. He shrugged. "I grew up on a farm! Do you know how hard it is to get someone to hear you at the other end of the field over a tractor?"

"Mr Smith!" Shelby called out as well. Tyler saw something a little way off, and started to make his way towards it.

"Hey guys, check this out." Tyler said, making his way towards something dangling from a nearby tree. It was what appeared to be a rack of pork ribs.

"An odd place to hang such a thing." Ivan commented.

"If he's preparing food, then he can't have gone far." Riley responded. "He's got to be around here somewhere."

"But why hang it here? It's not even marinated." Tyler said as he reached out for it. Koda was looking for clues on Albert's location, footprints and suchlike when he saw Tyler reaching over and grabbing it.

"TYLER NO!" He called out. Too late though, there was a cracking as a mechanism was triggered. Before they knew it, Tyler, Riley, Ivan, Chase and Shelby were all hoisted into the air in a large net. They started to swing high above the camp site. Koda had recognised the trap as similar to one of the traps his tribe used to use while hunting. Unfortunately, Tyler had already triggered it. The net swung back and forth as they all struggled against it. Koda ran underneath the net, looking up at them.

"Whoa, what the hell?" Chase yelled.

"Dude, get your butt out of my face!" Shelby said as someone's ass squashed her face against the strands of the net. "Wait...whose butt is that?"

"Is that your foot in my eye Shelby?" Riley asked.

"Someone has VERY sharp elbows!" Ivan complained. "Would you mind moving?"

"Wait...Shelby, I think that might be my butt." Tyler said somewhat apologetically.

"Great, well you better keep that chilli-burger gas right where it is mister!" Shelby warned him.

"Guys!" Koda called out from the ground. "You alright?"

"Koda?" Chase asked. "Koda! My man! Can you get us down?"

"I get down." Koda told them, before looking around; finding the place the rope holding them up was tied off. He ran over and started trying to untie it. He looked back to them. "Ropes tied too tight."

"Then find something to cut them!" Tyler suggested. Koda started to look around. He had plenty of rocks lying around, and in his day he had fashioned more than a few tools from such materials. He could do so eventually, but it would take at least a couple of hours to make a serviceable blade.

"What I use?" He asked.

"I don't know; find a machete, an axe, ANYTHING!" Chase suggested. Koda ran off, beginning to look around the camp. He disappeared from view, leaving the Rangers dangling from the tree.

"So Riley, you're kind of a rural kid." Shelby said as she struggled to get into as comfortable a position as she could given the circumstances.

"ELBOWS!" Ivan complained as she moved.

"Sorry!" She responded. "So...you ever make anything like this?"

"Yeah, I did." Riley said in a sarcastic tone. "I also used to go swimmin' in the creek and drink moonshine!"

"Alright, point taken." She muttered. Just then, they heard something coming through the undergrowth.

"Guys, Koda must have found something!" Tyler told them. However, as they looked over, those of them that could anyway, they were slightly disappointed to see an elderly man crashing through the tree line. He had slightly wild white hair, with a beard and moustache, and was dressed in rough, hard-wearing cargo pants and a checked shirt, beneath a canvas waistcoat. He was wearing a kind of tin helmet that had been covered in foliage, obviously a kind of camouflage. He was wearing an eyepatch over one eye. He yelled as he ran out.

"Gotcha!" He screamed, waving his hands in the air triumphantly. Albert looked up, only to see the humans in the net hanging overhead. "Wait, you're not...oh dear."

"Albert Smith I presume?" Ivan asked him. Albert just nodded, shoving something away in his pocket.

"Uh...yes, that's me." He replied. "And you are...?"

"We WERE hoping to talk to you." Riley told him.

"Really?" He asked, looking a little suspicious of them. He started to pace. He hadn't seen them before, and from what he could tell, they weren't from around here. Most of them sounded American, while the other one sounded...English? He straightened himself out. "What are you here for?"

"I'll try this." Chase said as he tried to twist to speak to Albert. He hoped, being from New Zealand, that he would be a little more comfortable with a familiar accent. "Listen, we only came to talk to you about your work out here."

"Oh." Albert said, beginning to feel a little sheepish. He was obviously a little too jumpy for his own good right now. While he did live out in the wilderness, he was running a business. It wasn't much, but sometimes people DID take him up on his offer of tours.

"Yes, we'll talk to you all about it." Shelby told him. "Now would you mind letting us down?"

"Oh, right, of course." He responded, heading to his shed and opening the door. He had a machete in his hand as he came back towards them. As he approached, there was suddenly a massive yell. Before he could respond properly, Albert found himself tackled hard, and rammed against a tree. He was lifted up, his feet not touching the ground by the new arrival. Koda snarled at him.

"Koda!" Tyler called out. "Koda, it's alright! He was going to cut us down!" Tyler assured him. Koda just grunted, before letting Albert down. The older man just looked to him, seemingly terrified of the much larger and younger man.

"Koda, its fine, just let him cut us down." Tyler told him. Koda just nodded and gestured to the rope.

"Here, take hold of this." He told Koda indicating the rope holding the net. "You probably won't be able to hold all of them, but you should slow their fall."

"Koda's a lot stronger than he looks." Chase assured him. Albert just nodded.

"Alright, hold on tight!" He told Koda, hacking the rope. Koda strained against it, lowering his friends as slowly as he could. They still landed in a somewhat crumpled heap. They started to try and disentangle themselves from the worst game of Twister in history. Albert could see that they were human, and they were decidedly less than happy. He might live out in the Wop Wops, but even he knew how damaging to business word of mouth could be, and even he occasionally had things he needed to buy in town.

"I'm sorry about the misunderstanding." He told them, trying to think of what to say to explain how they had ended up in an animal trap. "I was...uh...trying to catch a Bigfoot."

"A bigfoot?" Riley asked. "So you really are Albert Smith!"

"Yes, that's me!" He responded. "I'm world famous! IN NEW ZEALAND!"

As he cackled, the Rangers all started to look among one another. They knew they'd found the right guy, but they weren't sure exactly what to make of him. He didn't really seem like he was all there, especially upstairs!

"I...see." Ivan finally managed to say. He then gestured to them wildly.

"Come; take a seat at the table! Allow me to get some refreshments!" He told them.

"That really isn't necessary." Chase told him. "We only came here..."

"No, no, please I insist, allow me to make up for the little misunderstanding with the net." He told them. "I'll be back in a jiffy, then I'll tell you all about the hidden wonders of the world that THEY don't want you to know about!"

As he scurried off, the Rangers stared after him.

"Well, he is an...interesting fellow." Ivan stated.

"That's one way to put it." Chase answered. "Thank God you all met me before you met him or you'd think New Zealand was the world's largest insane asylum."

"Oh, he's not that bad." Tyler said with a smile on his face. "Sure, he's a little..."

His words tailed off as there was some crashing from inside Albert's shed.

"OK, so he's a LOT different." He continued.

"Tyler, we've been here twenty minutes and already he had us strung up like animals!" Riley reminded him.

"Yeah, and he's also the one that took that picture." Tyler replied. "Who cares if most of this stuff is probably bunk? Even nut cases occasionally find something by accident!"

"I'm afraid I don't have much!" Albert called out, his head rounding the door frame. "Is ginger beer alright for everyone?"

"That sounds great Albert!" Tyler replied. He saw the way the others were looking at him. "Look, he might be odd, but let's ask him about the picture and then we can be on our way."

As the others went to the table, only Shelby remained behind with Tyler. She looked to him.

"Tyler, you know he might not have any idea what that thing is." Shelby said to him. He just nodded.

"For his sake I hope he doesn't." Tyler responded with a sigh. Shelby just started to stroke his shoulder sympathetically. She could see that this was about more than just some weird old hermit that lived out in the middle of nowhere for Tyler. It was likely that if he wasn't just an opportunist that exploited gullible tourists to earn a few bucks, that Albert was a genuine crack pot that lived this way because he believed in all this stuff so much he had left the real world behind. Of course, it was more than that to Tyler. After all, a lot of people had said, and even still said the exact same thing about Dr Neil Nevarro!