Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writer's Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.

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-three. It was requested by Joan.

Chip and Jason

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"This place is sooooo boring!" moaned Chip as he wandered around. His mom had warned him not to wander too far. But all she wanted to do was shop and visit some place where sweaty, stinky people drank stuff made from seaweed or something like that. So, here he was, wandering this big park all by himself looking for the one thing he wanted to see in Angel Grove...the one thing he had seen on television. The six year old rounded a set of picnic tables and grinned happily at the colorful sight in front of him.

"Great job, Guys!" announced Jason. "We really beat the stuffing out of that Turkey monster." He grinned to himself as his teammates nodded their morphed heads in agreement. It was great being leader, he thought. Zordon must've realized how much better he was than these dunderheads. There was no way he'd ever give it up. Not ever.

Jason stood in front of the others and posed as always. They made faces under their helmets at his back as always.

"Rangers!" called a small voice.

"Ready?" asked Jason, unconscious of the sentiment behind him. They all pressed their morphers. Four colors shot into the sky. One color stayed on the ground.

"What the?" Jason pressed his communicator. "Zordon, something's wrong here. I can't teleport... Power Down!...uh, and I can't power down either."

"Ranger!"

"Zordon? Are you there?"

"Ranger, Ranger, Ranger!"

Jason looked down to see a little red-haired boy excitedly jumping around him. "Oh boy! The Red Ranger! Can I have your autograph? Can I take you to school for show and tell? How come you don't got a cape? The good super heroes always got capes."

Jason groaned at the barrage of questions. But then again, a fan is a fan. "Wow you must really like red, you even dyed your hair just to honor me."

Chip stopped bouncing for a second to scowl at Jason. "Nah, yellow's my favorite but he was too fast for me to get to."

"Yellow just happens to be a girl. Just because her Ranger suit doesn't have a skirt and two brea...errrrrr never mind," he finished as he looked at the little boy's curious face.

"A girl?" asked Chip. He had always wondered why the other kids had teased him when he came to school in a homemade Yellow Ranger costume. He had assumed it was just because it was in the middle of March. "Oh, well, she's still more kickass than all the others."

Jason tried his communicator again. "Zordon'! Are you there? Get me out of here! I've got some ugly kid jumping around me! I can't demorph." He began to squirm a little. "And I got to go to the bathroom," he whispered.

"Then you had better say you're sorry, Red Ranger!" boomed a voice over the communicator.

"What?" exclaimed Jason. "Sorry for what?"

"Oh wow!" squealed Chip at the same time. "Who's that? Is he a Ranger too?"

"More like a bald dictator," mumbled Jason

"For writing 'Zordon is, like, such a loser' all over my tube in pink lipstick," came Zordon's voice.

"But, I don't have..."

"And blasting your music machine thingy over your communicator all night so that I couldn't sleep."

"Why would you think I..."

"And releasing all your praying mantises inside my tube."

"My praying..."

"And finally, for reprogramming Alpha so he keeps mooning me."

"I don't even know how to do that!" exclaimed Jason.

Chip grabbed Jason's wrist. "Hey! Mister!" he called into it. "Are you a Ranger too? Do you got a cool cape?"

"I guess I have to add using your powers for personal gain, Jason."

"What?!" cried Jason as he yanked his wrist out of Chip's grasp.

"I never thought you would be this desperate for groupies," sighed Zordon.

"What are you gabbing about?" said Jason in annoyance. "This kid just showed up out of nowhere!"

Chip stared at him. "Nuh huh...my mommy told me I came from her tummy... boy you don't know anything."

Jason glared at the child. Well, not that it had any effect since he was still wearing his helmet. "Don't you think you should go find your mommy? You shouldn't be here alone anyway," he said as sweetly as he could.

"I'm not alone," replied Chip. "You're here."

Jason groaned at this. "Oh, come on, Zordon! I really do have to go!"

"Then say you're sorry," repeated Zordon.

"Why should I say sorry for things I didn't...oh forget it! I'm sorry, okay?" Jason inwardly vowed to get even with his so-called teammates. Perhaps he would set Skull up on that blind date he wanted with Kimberly after all. And maybe he'd get Bulk a blind date with Trini.

"Ah, now, doesn't it feel better to own up to what we do?" asked Zordon. "Prepare for teleportation."

"Whatever, you loon," mumbled Jason as he felt the familiar tingling of teleportation...and something grabbing his leg.

"Ranger!" cried Chip as he lunged for Jason's leg. "Don't go!" He disappeared with Jason.

"Hey!" said Jason as he appeared in the Command Center. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked Chip who was still clinging to his leg.

"I'm heading off to my 16,000 high school reunion," replied Zordon who was now sporting a top hat. He apparently didn't even noticed the little boy clinging to Jason. "Oh, and have fun cleaning this place. The others really partied when they thought they were rid of you." With that, he disappeared.

"Wow!" gasped Chip as he finally disengaged himself and looked around the room. "This place is awesome!" He began to run around and examine everything.

"Oh come on!" cried Jason as he finally noticed the mess. Food and wrappers were spilled everywhere. Confetti littered the floor. Cd's and tapes were left everywhere. Alpha stood frozen in a corner wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra. The smell of whiskey permeated from his bolts. Worst yet, he still had to go but he dared not demorph in front of Chip. Nor did he dare leave him alone in the Command Center. "No way am I cleaning this up."

"Neat!" shouted Chip as he began pressing the buttons on one of the computers.

"Hey! Leave that alone!" ordered Jason. "Bil...Blue Ranger has some top secret inventions on there. Stuff that we need in bat..."

Holograms of Kim and Trini suddenly appeared. Naked holograms.

"Ewwwwwwww!" cried Chip. "I'm telling my mom you keep dirty stuff in here!" He then ran to another computer.

A minute later, after Jason had forced himself to stop staring at the holograms, he ran to the computer and pressed escape to make them disappear. He sighed with relief when he succeeded. Boooooom! He turned to see smoke billowing from another computer. "Now what?" he groaned.

"Neat!" cried Chip as he watched the sparks flying from the now mangled item. He just loved the pretty sparklies.

"Oh..." moaned Jason. He was getting extremely desperate now. There was just no way he was going to be able to hold on. "Hey! Cut that out!" He called to Chip who was now examining the viewing globe.

"Oooh! TV! I love TV!" He began pressing buttons. "Aw, come on there's got to be some good cartoons on here!"

Jason gasped as a fuzzy image suddenly appeared...and formed into Rita Repulsa. Jason almost barfed when he realized that she, too, was in the buff. "So, that's why you wear cone boobs," he commented as he averted his eyes. "I always thought you had a thing for Madonna."

Rita scowled. "Can't an evil witch have a lousy shower without being peeped at?" she screeched. She grabbed a robe and put it on. "So, to what do I owe the honor of this call, Red Ranger?" she sneered. "Have you finally come to your senses and decided to surrender?"

Jason moaned and doubled over at the sound of a running shower. He just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh, wow!" said Chip as he looked at Rita. "Are you the bad guy? Do you have an evil laugh? Do you have a cape? Bad guys have capes too!"

"Geez, Red Ranger, I know you people are getting desperate...but really, isn't he a bit too young to be a Ranger?"

"He's not a Ranger," replied Jason. "What kind of idiot would make a kid a Ranger?" He flinched as a blaster ray zapped past his left ear. "Hey! That's not a toy!" He ran and grabbed the blaster out of Chip's hand.

"So, if you're not here to surrender, then why did you call me?" demanded Rita. She then gave a demented smile. "Have you finally realized your love for me?"

"What..." began Jason. He was holding a squirming Chip in one hand and was frantically trying to turn off the viewing globe with the other.

"Oh, Jason!" Rita squealed. "We'll be so happy together. Finster can officiate the wedding. And Goldar can be my bridesmaid. We'll have so many evil babies and..."

"The hell with that!" shouted Jason as he grabbed a nearby hammer and smashed the whole thing, effectively cutting the space witch off.

"Put me down!" cried Chip. "I'm telling my mommy on you!"

"Yeah, yeah," murmured Jason as he stuffed the little boy into the Radbug and set it on a course for Angel Grove. He pressed several buttons and sent Chip on his way.

"Finally," he moaned. He then ran to the Command Center's only bathroom...but was a bit too late.

"Great, now I'll have to find a dry cleaners that won't ask questions."