(The Rangers are in the jet, en route to Australia. Mack is sitting shotgun, while Will, Dax, Ronnie and Rose are cowering in the back of the jet, trying to escape Mack's emanating stench.)
Mack: Wow, we're going on another exciting mission to save the world! Can you smell the adventure?
Will: (Mutters) That's not all I smell.
Rose: (Kicks Will) Shut up! We can't let Mack know that he reeks. It'll hurt his feelings.
Will: At this point, I really don't care.
Mack: (Oblivious to the others) Say, is anyone else cold? I think I'll turn on the heater.
Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: NO!
(Mack turns on the heater, much to the horror of his teammates. His reek is immediately intensified by the heat, which causes the other Rangers to slump in their seats and moan at the permiating aura of his eminating stench.)
Will: (Holding his nose to block out the odor of hot, sick ass.) You still think we shouldn't tell him?
Rose: (Choking) Y- . . . yes!
Dax: I can't take this! Someone open up a window!
Mack: No, it's too cold for that. If you're too hot, I'll just turn on the fan. (Before the others can say anything about it, Mack turns on the fan. Since he's sitting shotgun, of course, he is directly in front of the fan, and the scent of whatever's been ruminating in his underarms for the past two weeks is blown onto the other Rangers. Will, Dax, Ronnie and Rose are hit by the stink wave and pass out.)
