As Jason roamed the candy aisles of the 24 hour Super Wal-Mart looking for some black licorice, he ran into the last person he thought he would see...Zack.
"Hello there, Zachary," Jason said cheerfully, walking up to him.
"Hey Jase," Zack did a double take. "Jason! Hey man, sorry about the late call, but I just needed to be sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me or anything…hey, I thought you were going back to bed?"
"Pregnant wife food run," Jason explained, reaching to grab a few bags of black licorice from the shelf next to them. "What about you?"
"Looking for weapons."
"Right. The gun department's over there…"
"No, I mean, something good. Something that will get the job done. Something that doesn't require the mysterious re-resurrection of a giant house crushing zord," Zack said crazily.
"And…a gun isn't good enough to get the job done?" Jason asked confused.
"Not if he's…morphed," Zack shuddered at the word. "Ugh, I can't believe I'm thinking of Tommy as a black. What an asshole."
"Because he's a black?"
"Because he didn't ask to be a black!"
"Zack, I really don't see what the big deal is. Besides, I would really appreciate it if my kid's godfather was alive for the Baptism."
Zack stared at him, momentarily forgetting his own problem. "Tommy's going to be godfather?"
"If he's alive, yeah. Just tell me now, are you going to kill him? Because then I need to make plans to get Billy back here as a backup, and I've only got a few months left to fly him in from Aquitar."
"But Trini told me that Kim was going to be godmother," Zack said, ignoring Jason's question.
"Yeah…so…?"
"Tommy and Kimberly?"
"Yep. Brilliant, huh?"
"Um, no."
"Well, why not?" Jason said defensively. "They're both completely single and have been for years, on good terms with their ex-significant others, and I thought having them together as best man and maid of honor was going to do it for sure, but they've been dancing around each other since my wedding. As far as I'm concerned, if it doesn't happen soon, I'm going to have them both take care of Trini the next time she's pregnant. Lemme tell ya, it's not fun," he finished dryly, holding up a bag of licorice to prove his point.
"The next time?" Zack asked slyly.
"Shut up," Jason said, pointing the bag at his face. "Don't you have shopping to do?"
But Zack just followed the movement of Jason's hand that was waving around the bag of candy. The bag of black candy…
"Hey, what is that?" he asked Jason.
"Huh? Oh, licorice. Trini wants it black, not red, after that lovely color revelation earlier this evening."
"Hmm…black licorice," Zack said as if he was plotting something.
They both looked down at the few bags Jason was holding, then up at each other and smiled evilly.
"No," Jason said firmly, but smiling all the same. "We can't."
"You can't," Zack corrected him. "I totally can. Hey, get me a cart."