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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 twenty-two.
Dustin and Leo
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"There you go, girl," said Dustin as he finished wiping the wheels. He placed the rag back into his pocket. Then he straddled the seat and put on his helmet. He turned on the engine. "YEEEEHHHHHAAAAAHHH!" he shouted as he headed his Rascal Scooter toward the common room of the nursing home he currently resided in.
Ten minutes later, he parked his chair, locked it up with a bike chain, and hobbled into the room with his cane. "Yo dudes! How's it going?" he asked to everyone in general. Then he sat on one of the couches and proceeded to take his fifth nap of the day.
"...and when I won that motorcycle race against that Mean Wheels Mantis...well, let's just say that both Kendrix and Maya were grateful all night long."
"Huh?" Dustin woke at the sound of his favorite word. Well, his second favorite word after 'dude.' Actually his third favorite word after 'huh.' Actually his fourth favorite word after...Dustin shook his head to get it back on track. "Did someone say 'motorcycle'?"
"Just telling these hot babes about my prowess on the bike," bragged Leo. He indicated several elderly residents who were in the middle of their naps.
"So, what do you ride?" asked Dustin. "Harley Davidson? Yamaha? (name motorcycle brands)."
Leo sauntered, well actually wheeled over, to Dustin in his wheelchair. "Actually, I rode the Red AstroCycle," he claimed.
Dustin paused in thought. "Red AstroCycle...Red AstroCycle...Dude! I knew I read about that somewhere! Issue number sixty three!" He paused and looked curiously at the other man. "Dude, you actually built your own imitation Power Ranger Cycle?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, that's it." Leo agreed tentatively. "I built my own motorcycle to look just like it."
Dustin began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" asked Leo as he continued to grin. He was beginning to wonder if this guy had all his facilities.
Dustin continued to laugh. He laughed so hard, his hip gave out. "Owwwwwwwwwww!!" He groaned. Luckily, he was already sitting on the couch.
"Are you quite done yet?" asked Leo seeing that Dustin had finally stopped laughing.
"Ohhhhhhh," moaned Dustin. "I couldn't help it. I mean, no offense, but the Red Galaxy Ranger was kind of lame. Hey! Can someone get me a doctor?!" he yelled out loud. Unfortunately, none of the snoozing residents heard him. Nor did the attendants who were now in the middle of a hot strip poker game at the other side of the building.
Leo glared at balding man. "Lame?! What do you mean lame? I...I mean he killed Scorpius all by my...I mean himself. And uh, he killed Trakeenah, well, kind of."
Dustin shrugged as he desperately kept looking around for a staff member. "Look, Dude I heard that this guy was too much of a loser to pull his weapon out of a rock. I heard that he shoved his brother into a hole just so he could take his quasar saber."
"WHAT?!" screamed Leo as he rammed his wheelchair hard against Dustin. "Where the hell did you hear that?!"
"Oh, thanks Dude!" exclaimed Dustin as his hip snapped back into place.
"Never mind that," growled Leo. "Who told you that I...the Red Galaxy Ranger did that?"
"Well," Dustin rubbed his head as if to remember. "Where did I hear it, now? Hmmmm..."
Leo crossed his arms and scowled. "Oh, come on!"
"Now, now, don't rush me, Du...YEEEEOOOOWWW!" he screeched as Leo rammed his wheelchair into Dustin, effectively disconnecting his hip again. "Ooooooohhhhh, now I remember."
"Well?" asked Leo.
"It was that guy who keeps on insisting on cooking in the cafeteria, I believe his name is Ky Chin or something like that. He said something about the Blue Ranger being the hero in that team and that the Red Ranger was a backstabbing creep who stole the Pink Ranger from under him."
"Thanks," said Leo as he rammed his wheelchair into Dustin, again repairing his hip.
"Uh, you're welcome," replied Dustin. "Where are you going?" he asked as Leo turned his wheelchair and headed for the door.
"To see our wannabe cook!" called Leo. "I'm going to slam his head into the oven over and over again."
"Wow, Dude," replied Dustin. "And I thought you Red Rangers didn't resort to violence if you didn't have to. At least, Shane didn't. Of course, maybe that had something to do with him being an Air Ninja."
Leo stopped short, "Red Ranger, what are you...oh forget it. How did you know?" He tapped his foot impatiently. He still had some revenge to take care of.
Dustin grinned as he watched the tapping foot. "I saw the video diary when I visited the Dino Rangers...seven years ago. And when you began bragging about your Astro Cycle, I just couldn't resist." He crossed his arms. "We Ninja Storm Rangers could ride circles around your sorry ass."
"Then you are..."
Dustin pulled off his bald cap. "Agent Brooks," he held out his hand. "Agent Corbett, I presume?"
"Yes," replied Leo as he got out of the wheelchair. "Any update on the mission?"
"Well, my spies have spotted a large tube being wheeled in last night."
"Great," said Leo. He was beginning to regret agreeing to this assignment, but Andros of KO35 was willing to pay anything to prove that Zordon was not dead, but hiding out in a nursing home instead.
The two men headed out of the room. "So, Brooks, huh?" asked Leo. "I see that trick hip you got from that botched jump last year is still acting up."
"Yeah, Dude, but at least I'm not trying to pick up old ladies."
"Oh, uh, that was just part of my disguise," retorted Leo. He didn't want to admit that he was waiting for one of the old biddies to pass away so he could date another ghost girl. Kendrix just wasn't interesting anymore after she became a boring human again.
"So, shall was do a bust at three hundred hours?"
Leo nodded. "Sure, that should give me enough time."
"For what?" asked Dustin.
"To get to the cafeteria." He ran out of the room.
"Huh? Wait! I was just joking!" Dustin called just a bit too late.
Two minutes later he could hear Leo screaming from the beating Big Bubba, the facility's cook, was giving him.
"Oh Dude, that's heinous!" Dustin doubled over in laughter. "OWWWWWWW!" he screamed as he fell to the floor as his hip again dislocated.
