(After regaining consciousness, the Rangers arrive in Australia only to find that the "volatile energy" that Spencer had been tracking was just some rich guy's bad-ass entertainment system. So Mack goes to his room to read Ruroni Kenshin, and the other Rangers return to the base empty handed.)

Mr. Hartford: Hey, guys. How did the mission go?

Will: (Bitterly) Let's just say it stunk.

Ronnie: Yeah, I felt like I was drifting on a straight.

Spencer: (Still bitter about the footprint on his ass from before)Ronnie, we're all damn sick of your racing analogies. Why don't you do us a favor and keep them to yourself?

Ronnie: You're an asshole, Spencer. I hope Mack comes in here and puts his arm around you.

(Suddenly, the Rangers hear Mack approaching.

Dax: Oh, no! Mack's coming!

(Everyone gets into their battle positions and hold their noses as Mack walks in)

Mack: Hey, guys. What are you doing?

Dax: Oh, nothing, just trying not to die!

Mack: Why? Did Will fart again?

Will: (Indignantly) Of course not!

Mack: Come on, Will. Remember that time you shit yourself at school? (He puts his arm around Spencer as he reminisces. Spencer gags, while Ronnie stifles her laughter.)

Spencer: Bloody hell! (Spencer breaks free, runs to the bathroom and pays his tributes to the porcelain goddess.)

Mack: (Shrugs) I guess he really had to go. Oh, well. YOU can reminisce with me, Dax! (Mack puts his arm around Mack's shoulder)

Dax: (Panicking) Hey, Mack, there's a Samurai X marathon on right now.

Mack: What's Samurai X?

Dax: It's the screenplay adaptation of Rurouni Kenshin.

Mack: Oh my gosh, Rurouni Kenshin?! I gotta go set the Tivo! Later, guys. (Mack runs off)

Dax: (Weakly) Yeah . . . bye. (Dax waves until Mack is out of sight, then grabs the can of Oust he always carries on his person for some strange-assed reason and furiously sprays the air where Mack has been.) Oh my gosh, you guys. I can't take much more of this.

Will: I really think we should just tell him. (Shoots Rose a meaningful look)

Rose: Seriously, you guys have no manners.

Ronnie: Well, what do you suggest we do about it?

Rose: There are many non-invasive methods of de-funkifying Mack.

Will: Like what?

Dax: We could cover him in car fresheners.

Will: (Shakes his head) Dax, you dumbass, that won't . . . Wait a minute, that might actually WORK!

Rose: Yeah, right. And how do you suggest we convince Mack that it's cool to walk around covered in car fresheners?

Will: I've got it all figured out. Here's the plan . . .

(The Rangers huddle up while Will gives everyone the plan. After a few minutes, Mack walks in.)

Mack: Hey, guys. What are you suspiciously whispering about?

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: (Quickly jump apart) Oh! Hey, Mack!

Dax: Why aren't you watching Samurai X?

Mack: (Pouts attractively, causing Rose to drool) There was no Samurai X marathon. I guess it must be next week or something. So, what's up with you guys?

Rose: (Wipes her mouth) We were just discussing the latest fashions.

Mack: (Intrigued) Really?

Ronnie: Yeah! The most popular one right now is the Modern Samurai look. Hakama pants, wooden sword, and pine medallions!

Mack: What's a pine medallion?

Will: These! (Produces two pine-scented car fresheners)

Mack: Will, those are car fresheners.

Will: Yes. The Modern Samurai wears these as bling, plundered from the cars of his vanquished foes. They represent the Samurai's status. The more you have, the more the Samurai is respected as a warrior. Also, legend has it that these medallions ward off the evil spirits of the forest.

Mack: Cool! I wanna be a Modern Samurai! But I'm gonna need a LOT of car fresheners . . .

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: (Giggle at the effectiveness of their diabolical scheme.)

(A few minutes later, Mack emerges from his bathroom, dressed as a 'Modern Samurai')

Mack: Well, how do I look? (He does a spin)

Rose: Wow, Mack. You look so . . . commanding.

Will: (Choking on his diabolical laughter) Damn straight.

Mr. Hartford: (Walks in) Hey, guys. (Stops when he sees his son dressed like a total fucking Ruroni Kenshin-worshiping dumbass.) Mack, WHY are you dressed like that?

Mack: It's the Modern Samurai look! You like it?

Mr. Hartford: (Seriously pondering the mental health/sexual orientation of his son) You look like a dumbass. Take that shit off before somebody sees you!

Mack: But dad, I love it!

Mr. Hartford: Who's dumb fuck idea was this?

Mack: I don't know. But whoever it is, I want to kiss them!

Dax: (Eagerly raises his hand) It was me!

Mr. Hartford: (Under his breath) No surprise there.

Mack: (Horrified) Oh . . . uh, I'm just gonna go to my room and read Ruroni Kenshin . . . For the rest of my life. (Mack starts to leave when he bumps into Spencer.) Oh, hey Spence.

Spencer: Well, I can see dumbass the second spent more of his daddy's money to look like a raging homosexual from the Edo era.

Mack: What do you know? For one thing, Edo was a place, modern day Tokyo to be exact. It's from the Meiji era. You're just a fat, fucking bum who's bitter because no girl in her right mind has ever talked to you! (Kicks Spencer in the balls then runs off. Spencer crumples to the floor, then slithers away muttering something about how Mack better not go to sleep tonight.)

Mr. Hartford: (Shakes his head in disgust) I need to hire a new butler. Anyway, I have another mission for you guys.

Dax: What is it, Mack Daddy?

Mr. Hartford: Hey, dumbass, it's Mr. Hartford, unless you want to be a eunuch.

Dax: You just don't understand self-expression!

Mr. Hartford: You don't understand anything!

Dax: (Looks confused) What were we talking about?

Mr. Hartford: I rest my case. Anyway, the mission. Flourious is attacking the city. He has one of the jewels.

Will: (Sarcastically) Are you sure it's really Flourious? Or is it just some fat guy with a PSP?

Mr. Hartford: Well, I'm just guessing, based on the readings on that screen located just behind your fat head.

(The Rangers turn to look just behind Will's head only to see that there is, indeed, a monster attacking, and he is flanked by Flourious.)

Mack: (Suddenly reappears wearing his Overdrive uniform that is now covered in pine-scented car fresheners, and he has his wooden sword strapped to his back) You guys ready?

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: Ready!

(Everyone assumes morphing position)

Mr. Hartford: Hold on a second, Mack. I can see the sword on your back. Ruroni Kenshin accessories stay at home. You're not a little boy going out to play with his nerdy-as-hell friends anymore; you're going off to save the world.

Will: This coming from the guy who didn't even tell us Flourious was attacking until after he ragged on his son's fashion sense!

Mack: Dammit! (He takes the sword off his back and throws it off in some random direction. The Rangers then hear the dull thud of a wise-ass butler being forcefully impacted in the balls with the blunted sword.)

Spencer: BLOODY HELL!

Mack: Ooh, right in the twanger.

Mr. Hartford: How do you like them apples, BITCH?!

Will: (Sighs disgustedly at this immaturity) Let's just go.

Mack: (Never sick of repeating his Rangers catch phrases) You guys ready?

Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: Ready. (Everyone takes hold of their respected Drive Trackers)

Mack/Will/Dax/Ronnie/Rose: Overdrive, Accelerate!

(The Rangers set off to save the world, undaunted by the fact that they are running around in multicolored tights.)

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