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If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred and fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," and "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet"
This is story number five. It was requested by Bored-Girl-84.
Mack and Jason
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Where are they?" grumbled Mack impatiently as he paced back and forth in the unusually empty mansion. His dad was going to freak when he saw all the furniture and valuables were missing. Hell, he'd go berserk and kill Mack, or at least cut off his allowance, when he found out that all the Ranger equipment was also gone.
Mack had no idea what had happened. All he know was that he had just come home from signing autographs for a handful of fans while at the same time ducking mud balls and rocks being thrown at him by a larger crowd as they called him a Red Ranger Wannabe. As soon as he got home and saw what had happened, he did what any red-blooded Red Ranger would do. Then, as soon as Mack was done crying his eyes out, he called the police.
"Finally!" sighed Mack in relief as a black and white cruiser pulled up in front of the mansion. He'd make sure to tell Dad to lessen his contributions to the San Angeles police force. Mack then noticed the words on the side of the car. "Angel Grove?!" He exclaimed loudly as the officer approached the house. "That's over seventy miles from here! What, are the local police too busy shoving donuts down their gullets to do their job?"
"Nope," replied Jason as he stepped up to the door. "They just got so sick and tired of constantly answering every stupid call that comes from this place that they outsourced your calls to the neighboring police forces. And then those guys got tired of you also and are now sending your calls to us." Jason didn't really mind the triple overtime himself. He still had to make payments to Trey for all the gold he had scraped of the Gold Ranger Staff. Who knew a biker chick could have such expensive tastes?
Mack looked blankly at Jason he let him in. "Calls? I have no idea what…"
Jason sighed and flipped open a notebook. "So far there have been eight calls about some mysterious baron stealing the diamonds and jumping from a plane leaving you with no parachute."
"So, I get a bit carried away with my reading," mumbled Mack.
"Twelve calls from some old guy stuck in a rubber mask."
"Ah, so that's why Spencer looked like my Aunt Annie for two weeks. I thought he was considering a life change."
"And thirty-seven calls from some nut claiming his kid stole his Red Ranger powers from him." Jason reread this with interest before he closed his book.
"I didn't steal them," groaned Mack as he led Jason into the parlor. "Dad gave them to me after I begged and pleaded."
"That's where I know you from!" exclaimed Jason, causing Mack to jump back and knock over the one remaining vase. "You were on Good Morning, San Angeles."
"Yeah, I was really cool wasn't I?" Mack bragged as he lifted the couch with one hand to sweep the broken pieces underneath.
"Cool? More like stupid!" replied Jason who didn't even bat an eye at Mack's super strength. "No wonder you have so many enemies. They already know the kid of idiotic losers they're up against."
"You're just jealous because you're just a police officer and …Hey! I called for a squad. How come you came alone?"
"Are you kidding?" asked Jason as he began to flex his muscles. "I'm more than enough to beat back any bad guy. Wanna feel my muscles?" He held his right arm out to Mack.
"No way!" answered Mack. In order to end the current conversation, he began pointing around the room. "In here we're missing an HD TV set, a stereo system, Ronny's sock collection…"
"You're just jealous because you don't have any muscles," retorted Jason as Mack lifted the couch with one hand again just to make sure Ronny's socks hadn't fallen under it. "No wonder they stole all your stuff."
"Our things got stolen while we were out," Max snapped back. "I would've beaten their asses if I were there."
" Phhhh yeah, right," laughed Jason. "If Zordon was still around, you wouldn't even have made it to Pink Ranger status."
Mack looked blankly at him. "Who?"
Jason looked back at Mack incredulously. "Zordon? The original and best Ranger mentor ever?"
Mack continued to stare blankly.
"The big floating head? I can't believe you never heard of him. He sacrificed himself just to rid the galaxy of Dark Spectre and his Alliance of Evil."
Mack rolled his eyes as he led Jason to the library. "He couldn't have been too bright if the only way he could beat a few stupid monsters was through suicide. I mean why didn't he just bomb them all?" He had his back turned to Jason as he counted his adventure books. If just one book was missing so help him God…."
Whoosh…WHUMP! Mack was knocked headfirst into the bookcase, knocking all the books on the floor.
"Police brutality!" accused Mack. "You'd better not have bruised any of my babies," he stated as he began to gently examine his books and put them back in alphabetical order.
"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" Mack felt himself being pelted with books. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted as he whirled around. "You could…oh wow!"
"And you'll get more of the same if you dare to insult the greatest mentor ever!" answered a livid Red Morphin Ranger.
"Oh, wow! The original Red Ranger," cried Mack. "I think you're the best Mr. Red Ranger. Can I have you autograph? Can you chase down and pound on the police officer whose been abusing me?" His brow furrowed in confusion. "But I don't know why you think I said anything bad about Tommy Oliver."
"You really are clueless aren't you?" asked Jason. "No wonder all your stuff...Tommy Oliver?!" he shrieked. "You think Tommy was the best mentor ever? Nooo! I can't get a break!" The Red Ranger began to sob. "It's bad enough he stole my leadership position! Now he's stealing Zordon's…"
Whoosh! Jason's Red suit suddenly vanished. "What? My powers! My beautiful, beautiful powers! Where'd they go?"
"Ahem," came the voice of Zordon as his ghost head appeared. "That's one count of revealing your identity and one count of using your powers for personal gain. I am very disappointed in you Jason." With that, Zordon disappeared.
"What?" fumed Jason indignantly. "Why that ungrateful bald-headed jerk!" He headed towards the door.
"Wait!" called Mack as Jason exited the house. "What about my missing stuff?"
"Go find a lost and found," called Jason as he headed towards his police cruiser. "I've got some newspapers and television media to contact. The world should know the best Ranger mentors ever were a guinea pig and a narcoleptic ditz."
"But…" Mack sighed and walked back into the house. It was then that he saw the IOU from Will and Spencer taped to the door. "Great, I knew it was a bad idea for Dad to let those two go to Vegas together."
