I do not own Power Rangers: Jungle Fury.

My kids love this song. So do I.

Fran, Dom, and The Wolf


It started out innocuously enough.

". . . city, night is a wire . . ."

Just strolling the grocery store for some cereal.

". . . in the subway, earth is afire . . ."

She doesn't get all the words.

". . . do do do do do do do do . . ."

The beat's fun though.

". . . want me, give me a sign . . ."

And it gives her kind of a little jive, bop, in her step.

". . . breathing even closer behind . . ."

While she searches for the Captain Crunch.

". . . do do do do do do do do do doooo . . ."

Can't have pizza for every meal.

That would really be the best though.

Still, as she pays her fee and exits the shop . . .

". . . do do do do do do do do do doooo . . ."

. . . she finds herself singing it just below her breath.


And while cleaning up the lunch rush, all by herself, again, she decides to see if the jukebox has it for her listening pleasure.

". . . the forest, too close to hide . . ."

Which it does.

". . . be upon you on the moonlight side. . ."

And she flips it onto repeat.

". . . do do do do do do do do do do doooooo . . ."

Several times.

". . . skin, it's so tight . . ."

Because there really is a big mess.

". . . just a moment behind . . ."

And the song gives her the energy . . .

". . . do do do do do do do do do do dooooooo . . ."

. . . to clean it all up.

"Hey Fran!"

"Oh, hey, Dom!"

So she can take a break . . .

"Hey, wanna - oh I know this song! My dad used to play it in the car."

"My mom did too."

"So wanna- oh Fran, no, wait, I've got a great idea!'

. . . before the supper rush.


"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Got the remote?"

"Yeah."

They're hidden in the kitchen.

"Okay."

Just peeking out the service window.

"Wait for it . . . wait for it . . ."

Side by side.

"Okay . . ."

And she can still barely hear Dom's murmur.

". . . now!"

"Dark in the city, night is wire . . ."

"Oh, I know this song!"


It took a minute.

Longer than a minute.

It took several playings.

He didn't catch them in JKP.

". . . strut on a line . . ."

He didn't catch them when they rigged it up to his sound system in the dojo.

". . . discord and rhyme . . ."

"Oooh, look, he's dancing!"

He didn't even catch them when they pranked him in the shower.

". . . howl and I whine, I'm after you . . ."

"I can't look, tell me he's singing to a shower bottle."

"Close! The loofah brush."

Not surprising.

". . . all running inside . . ."


Robert James, RJ, their fearless zen leader, often wandered deep inside his own head.

". . . break from the crowd . . ."

But he always came around.

". . . hunt, I'm after you . . ."

Eventually.

". . . scent and a sound . . ."

Sometimes more than they might have preferred.

". . . lost and I'm found-"

Because as a Ranger of heightened abilities and keen awareness . . .

"Wait, is somebody in there?"

. . . he will eventually . . .

"Stop giggling, he can hear us!"

. . . sniff out his . . .

"Hey, what are you guys up to in here?"

. . . prey.

"Go, Fran! Run!"


And once they get started, . . .

". . . and I'm hungry like the woooolf . . ."

. . . it's too good to stop.

"Did you guys hack my wake-up alarm?"


"Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran.

1982.

Loved it then, love it now.

And it seemed like a fun lil prank fic.

Hope you enjoyed! :D