I'm actually wishing Hasbro would touch on individuals with learning disabilities, this next one might be what the first scene looks like.
And now as VHS tapes used to say before the movie started "and now our feature presentation".
Despite the sun that remembered to shine, a gruesome looking man hunted for the blood of Kylie, a woman slowed by the eight-year-old boy she dragged along.
the grotesque man lead his army of quasi-mechanical-cadavers down the streets of Jerusalem to find the two.
She found an abandoned café to hide from these semi-cybernetic-corpses, they both kept quiet when they heard them passing by. "Do whatever it takes, just find them." The man said to his foot-soldiers.
The coast was clear when she snuck a peak out the broken window, a sigh of relief escaped her chapped lips.
"Mama, what's going on?" The young boy asked, quivering in his mothers arms. "Where's Papa and Najma?"
"All I know is that it's the worst that could ever happen." Kylie weakly replied, Setting the boy onto his feet. "Listen, we have to leave home, it's not safe anymore."
"Leave Jerusalem?" the boy whimpered, his mother nodded. "But where to? Bethlehem? Tel Aviv?"
"No, we have to leave Israel." Kylie's voice was grave, the little boy's eyes welled up with tears. "it's too dangerous to stay in the country, I'm so sorry."
"But this is the holy land, we're supposed to be safe here." The little boy started to sob. "What about Papa? What about Najma?"
"There gone, Silas; nobody's home anymore." Kylie somberly said, allowing a single tear to fall down her cheek.
"Do you think the Power Rangers would save us?" Silas asked, wiping his mother's tears.
Kylie took a deep breath and her brown eyes sadly looked into her son's heterochromic ones. "I just hope they get to us in time." Kylie sighed. "Before it's too late."
Just then…
"Kylie, where are you? Are you alright?" A feminine voice in the ironic dead of day, a voice Kylie recognized.
"Cora?" Kylie asked the voice, and a white ranger came bursting in with a little boy of her own - this one six years of age - in her arms. "Sis, what a relief."
This white ranger, Cora set her own son to the floor and removed her puzzle-shaped-visored helmet revealing someone almost straight out of an airbrushed magazine cover, but like Kylie her hair was cut in a pixie style.
"Status report, Sargent Kylie." Cora saluted.
Kylie reached into her pocket and pulled out five multi-colored button-shaped USB things. "I have the colored prototype morphers, they're damaged though." Kylie returned the salute.
"Commander Taylor still demands that whichever of us gets ahold of them has to take them as far from this adversary as possible." Cora choked back tears. "Even if there's no telling if they were even damaged beyond repair."
"They would still figure out a way to fix them, no one would be safe." Kylie said, stuffing the colored morphers back into her pocket. "Commander Taylor said that in the wrong hands, access to the grid would be dangerous." Suddenly, what sounded like an explosion in the distance practically split their ears. "Oh dear, they're getting closer." Then a black ranger tumbled through the café's window.
"Chet." Cora let out a relieved sigh, he removed his helmet to reveal a handsome man.
"You and the boys run, Cora and I will hold them off." This black ranger, Chet said watching his sister-in-law pick up the six year old boy. "Take care of my son."
"Weather you make it or not, we'll miss you." Kylie said, her own son clinging to her pant leg, nodding in agreement.
The couple watched Kylie and the two boys sneak out through the back as the foot soldiers found them.
"If we don't make it out alive, at least our son will be safe." Chet snarled, putting his helmet back on.
"No doubt about it, my sister is fierce at protecting people." Cora's tone was grave as she too put her helmet back on.
The theme song happens right about… now
Meanwhile, Some years later…
Marissa couldn't sleep, but the sun was about to rise anyway, the time for her and her aunt and uncle to sneak away and go to North Dakota would be at hand.
To put it the way she'd put it, she really didn't wanna waste her goodbyes on her parents.
"Pst, Maris." She heard a familiar voice, she moved her scale-print eye-mask onto her forehead and she saw a full head of short jet-black stalagmites for hair, brown eyes framed inside no-rimmed-glasses, a fairish complexion and a tiny sole-patch beneath a stern but kind smile.
"Good morning, Uncle Tommy." Marissa yawned rubbing whatever sleep she had out of her eyes.
"Couldn't sleep?" Tommy asked with concern, Marissa shrugged with a smile. "Could you really be blamed?" He watched her sit up, revealing a blue crop-top with red stitching.
"Right?" Marissa said, her hands tore the covers off of her, revealing a pair of legs clad in blue pajamas with red cartoon teardrops printed on them. "This is crazy, but I still want to go!" her legs swung to the edge of the bed before she slipped her feet into mint-print slippers.
"That's good, Kat and I snuck all your belongings into the car." Tommy asked, he watched her shuffle across the floor to the mini-fridge and pull out a yogurt cup.
"Can I eat first? I can't do a thing on an empty stomach." Marissa asked, earning a chuckle and a nod from her godfather.
"Did you manage to sleep at all?" Tommy asked, watching her grab a spoon out of a plastic baggy.
"Only the first few minutes!" Marissa sighed ripping the protective covering off the cup. "but then, a loud noise out of nowhere woke me up and I've tossed and turned from that moment on." She then took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of the white pudding-like substance out of the cup and into her mouth.
Whoops I should've lulled you to sleep. An unseen voice that only Marissa could hear whispered. My deepest apologies.
"I forgot to switch my phone to vibrate." Tommy said feeling embarrassed. "That's probably what woke you up."
"Tommy." A feminine voice with an Aussie accent whispered from the other side of the door. "It's Kathrine, Is Marissa up yet? There's someone here that would like to say goodbye." Tommy watched as Marissa tossed her cup of yogurt into the small trash can before grabbing a small red jewel off the nightstand.
I know what this will mean, Space Ruby. Marissa thought, looking at the palm-sized ruby in her hand. Leaving for college, I mean.
I do hope so. Space Ruby said, earning a small nod from Marissa. The hearts you break will transcend the one's you claim are deserving of such agony.
…
She and every friend she made were in the parking lot of a hotel on the mainland at the beach, Marissa gave the merman who had an unrequited crush on her a goodbye kiss on his cheek.
"I'm gonna miss you, Marissa." Toru said almost crying.
"We're all gonna miss you." Talia said.
"But we just know you'll actually be happy." Rien said.
"That might not necessarily be true, Toru; you and the others are my only other friends." Marissa said, hugging Toru's torso. "Next to Paige, Wanda, Sally, Junior, Alastair and Talon; you guys are my best friends."
"Aww!" The crowd cooed.
She jumped at the sudden sound of a car horn, was it Tommy that was getting impatient or Katherine? "I gotta go, tootaloo."
Once Marissa pulled herself away from him, Toru watched with teary eyes as Marissa opened the back door to the plum voyager and climbed in.
I may say you're doing the right thing, but I still hope you know what you are doing. Space Ruby said as Marissa's seatbelt fastened for her.
Me too, Space Ruby; I just hope we can find what I've been wanting for years. Marissa thought.
"Next stop, Buffalo Creak North Dakota." Tommy said.
"Isn't this exciting?" Kat gushed.
I've said this before and I'll say it again, it's another motif/theme I'm still waiting for them to touch on.