Artist Bros. Enterprises Presents: Mighty Weenie Pathetic Rangers "Rangers Fill Up Time, Part I" Parody of, "Rangers Back In Time, Part I" SCENE I: In Angel Grave High... Miss Appleweed is doing another pointless assignment in the class the rangers are in. Miss Appleweed: Well, since I'm a terrible teacher and I have nothing better to do than to give detention to Bulk and Skull, I whipped up this on-the-spot assignment so I can bask in giving you all *F*'s instead of forged A's. All Rangers: Aww no, Aww man... Billy: Hehehehe. You people are dweebs. I already had my project finished. Kimberly: How? You don't even know what it is. Billy: That's why I brought this larger than life duffo bag. Let's see, I've got a rocket ship for a surprise Science Fair; I've got a go-cart for a drag race; I have an electric balogna sandwich for show-and-tell, I've got a zillion math books for a surprise... Tommy: Hey chicken-nerd--you don't have to rub it in. Billy: So, what's the project? Miss Appleweed: You must show me pictures of your triumphs when you were kids and talk about it. Bulk: How stupid. Miss Appleweed: WHAT WAS THAT, FARGUSON? Bulk: Uhhhh, Skull said it! Skull: Hey! Billy: Aww man, I wasn't prepared. Tommy: Heh-heh. Ah-hem, what was that, brainiac? Billy (muttering under his breath until inaudible): I wasn't prepared. Tommy: I couldn't quite catch that. Billy ragely rises out his desk and starts yelling. Billy: I DON'T HAVE ANY PICTURES!! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING! NOTHING! ZIP!! HAPPY!?!?!? HUH?!?! Tommy: Hahahaaha. Meet me in the bathroom. I've been dying to flush your head down the toilet. Billy: You do and I'll make you look at Aisha naked. Aisha: You can't do that, he'll pinch me! Tommy: Hahahah. Miss Appleweed: Ah-hem. CLASS!! All students turn their heads towards Appleweed looking attentitive. Billy: Yes? Miss Appleweed: Gimme your pictures! Kimberly: Ummm, well uhhh... Aisha: I have something. I keep this picture in my make-up box. Miss Appleweed: I don't care! Aisha: This is me, just learning how to use the potty. Aisha approaches the blackboard lifting up a picture of her on the potty. Aisha: See, it kinda became necessary. You can see why. Aisha lifts up another picture of her mother wearing a scarf on her head with an angry look on her face wiping up the wall Aisha doodied on. Billy sees it, turns green and his mouth fills and he grabs a vomit bag and starts feeding into it. Aisha: I'm very proud. Miss Appleweed: I blame myself. Kimberly: That was so gross, Aisha. Aisha: Hey, I was unprepared. Miss Appleweed: Kimberly? Kimberly: Oh no. ====== Later... Kimberly: ...and so that's why it was the right time for me to potty. Kimberly lifts an old polaroid picture of herself standing over a potty with her underpants down staring at the camera, pointing and smiling as urine is slipping off the seat and onto the floor. A picture of an adult male's hand-- her father's--is frozen in mid-wave (trying to get her to sit down) in the picture. Miss Appleweed: That's---interesting. Umm, ahhh; Tommy! Tommy: Well, this is a picture of when I grew my first chest hair. It was so cool, I was the first 11 year old on my block to have a hairy chest. I immedietly showed off to a bunch'a hot babes! Billy: Hey Tommy, no one cares about your hairy chest, ya big ape. Tommy: You couldn't grow a chest hair to save Earth from a speeding comet. Billy: Well, at least I have REAL accomplishments to be proud of. Billy approaches the bench and whaps Tommy forward and he looks at Billy viciously when he lifts up a picture of him next to a computer. Billy: This is the Billy 2000. Back in 1990, I created a mondo-cool computer system. Learned it off of watching "Small Wonder." Rocky: No one cares. Tommy: If you made it, how come on the back of the postcard it says: "Billy, the winner of the FOX Kids Computer giveaway"? Billy: YOU SHUT UP!! Rocky: You suck. Miss Appleweed: Then I'm supposing you have a better accomplishment? Moments later... Rocky: ...when I first used the potty... Billy is laughing histerically. Rocky: I'm gonna hafta mess ya up in a minute. Billy: Yeah right, I'm sure if you sunk your fist into my stomach, your hand would break off. Rocky: Aww that's it... Miss Appleweed: CLASS! This is just getting crazy. Let's switch scenes. I'm sure you would ALL lose your brains if you weren't SITTING on them! Adam: Wonderful, now we get to hear Lord Bread endlessly babbling when *I* could be showing my picture of when I learned to potty. Billy: You people's lives sucked. Rocky: Hey, now we're worth something as Pathetic Rangers. Billy: Uh-huh. Sure. SCENE II: Lord Bread's... Lord Bread: I am such a genius! Goldar: Yeah right. You can't even think of a plan without getting encouragement from circumstances going on on Earth. Lord Bread: I'll be waiting for you at 8 o'clock. If it weren't for the fact that this plan will make us endure the last episode of "M*A*S*H" once more, this would be a perfect plan! But alas, it isn't. But perfect enough to name me ruler of the galaxy!! Goldar: What is it with this "rule the world" trip anyway?!? What are you gonna do when we finally get the rangers? Lord Bread: HAW HAW HAW HAW!! So young, so stupid! Of course I know what we'll do, I mean, obviously, we'll indefinately, ummm, do the certainly, uhhh, ummm. Squatt: You don't know, do you? Lord Bread: Ah-hem. I WAS TALKING!?!?! Squatt: We'll just go behind the peephole to bag on you like we have for the past 28 episodes. Baboo: You've got a major-league football field of a mouth, Squatt. Squatt: Shut up! Squatt whacks Baboo on the head, who then hits Finster, and Finster gets ready to hit someone and learns there's no one there for him to hit. Finster: Ohh shoot! Lord Bread: Oh how kids make me sick! Goldar: Maybe that's why you lopped off your doodle. Lord Bread (glowing red): If you ever--utter that painful hospital experience to me again, I'll serve you your lungs on a gold platter! Goldar: I don't have any! Lord Bread: I'm going to make it so the Pathetic Rangers are kids by turning around the clock of life itself!! Therefore, the rangers will not KNOW they are rangers, and be easy for me to saut‚ their brains! Hahahaha!! Goldar: This is so lame. Lord Bread: Don't forget, Goldar; I know when you're sleeping. Goldar: You don't scare me. Lord Bread: WELL BE SCARED!! BECAUSE AFTER I FINISH THE RANGERS, THERE WILL BE INDEED A PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR LOW CONFIDENCE IN ME!! SCENE III: Adam: ...that's why that potty means so much to me. Miss Appleweed: I AM TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT YOUR POTTY! If you're so attatched to it, why don't you LIVE in the toilet!?!? Rocky: Because we don't give a damn about this Mickey Mouse assignment. Miss Appleweed: Then you ALL get F'S!!! Billy: Thanks a lot, Rock-face. Rocky: Get some contacts. =============== Lord Bread is seen sitting in his throne with reading glasses on wearing a silk, purple robe with an ascot stuffed in it next to a fireplace reading to Goldar a big red thick book called "The Laws and Physics of Lord Bread's plan as of this episode." Lord Bread: ...so, it all leads back to the one time that Slumlord, my idol, had created a machine that transformed Ryan, J.B. and Kaitlin into kids. See, the main physics of the plan is part wit, part taste, and part originality, which I think is the many clauses from which make this plan tasteful and quite deadly. The day this plot was created was a dawning of great intellegence and longevity... Goldar: When are you gonna hatch your plot. Lord Bread: Ah-hem. If you read the title of this show, you'd understand what I'm doing. Goldar: What is it called? Lord Bread: Rangers Fill Up Time. Goldar: Oh no! Lord Bread: So as I was saying, the rangers are gonna get it now! What I'm gonna do is turn back the clock so that way the rangers will turn into kids and not even remember they are Pathetic Rangers!! What I'm gonna do is turn back the clock, so that way the rangers will turn into kids... Goldar: Your endless speech is eventually going to provoke channel surfing. Lord Bread: Yeah, but you don't understand! When I turn back the clock so that way the rangers will turn into kids and not even remember they are Pathetic Rangers, we'll have surpreme rule if we turn back the clock so that way the rangers will turn into kids and not even remember they are Pathetic Rangers! See? Goldar: Uh huh. Repetitiveness is your job. Lord Bread: It is NOT my job! It is NOT my job!! Goldar, get back here! Get back here! Goldar: You're really testing the patience of the readers, aren't you? Lord Bread: HMMMM!! SHUT UP!! Lord Bread uses his X-stick to turn a rock into a giant rock that spirals around the Earth causing the planet to stand still then reverse. =========== Back at school... Miss Appleweed: ...and in closing, I'd like to say, I have never met a more stupid group of pathetic, undisciplined delinquents in my whole LIFE!! Tomorrow, I DEMAND a 3000-word NOVEL about the history of BUBBLE GUM!! YOU GOT THAT!?!? Billy: Don't worry, I'll have it done within a week. Miss Appleweed: I want it in TWO DAYS! Billy: Rocky: I'm gonna get washed out. The clock starts acting funny; the hands begin racing back and forth around the clock in both directions. Billy notices this and raises his hand. Billy: Miss Appleweed. Appleweed: WHAT!?!?!? Billy: The clock is funny. (Writer): And? Appleweed: Shut up and listen to this class! Adam: Ummm, Miss Appleweed. Appleweed: What?!?! Adam: Are you on your period? Or are you on PMS? Appleweed: Do you REALLY expect me to answer that?!!? Skull: Were you always a woman? Billy: Why don't you just ask her if you can pinch her ass? Rocky puts his hand under his arm pit and uses his other arm to squash his hand so that he makes this sweaty rude noise. Appleweed: THAT'S IT!!!! GET OUT MY CLASS!!! Billy: We can't do that, we'd lose our plotline. Adam: Which happens to be taking FOREVER!! Aisha: Shut up! A giant ruckuss breaks out between the classmates when suddenly everything is turned back and all the rangers and Bulk and Skull turn into kids again. Still rotund Appleweed is wearing this obvious wig as if everything was switched back to 1985. Appleweed: Kimberly, would you please tell me what 325,320 divided by 3235 is? Young Kimberly: I don't know. Moments later... Kimberly's test paper is stamped F by this hand. Appleweed: You people are such a disgrace! Thank goodness we have Billy. Young Bulk: Teacher's pet! Young Billy: Teacher's wart. Young Bulk and Skull put balloons filled with soap under Rocky, Adam and Aisha. Just when they're ready to sit down, they get slimed. Young Rocky: Hey!! I thought the rules go the Pathetic Rangers go untouched. Young Billy: First off the bat, we don't know who we will be. Second, you're a weenie. Applweed: Detention!! Both of you! Young Bulk: Aww man. ============== In Capbutt's detention office... Mr. Capbutt is wearing blue "John Lennon" Glasses, an afro, rainbow-colored headban, bell-bottom pants and platform shoes with a lava lamp bubbling on his desk. Capbutt: I am VERY disappointed in you two, Bulk and Skull. I'm afraid, I'll have to get out the good ol' corpal punishment. Young Bulk and Skull: YAHHHHH!!!!! ============= In class, the young rangers are leaving when they see Young Bulk and Skull walking into the classroom to get their books in bandages and crutches. Young Tommy: So guys, did you enjoy your detention? Young Bulk: You wanna get beat up? Young Tommy: First you gotta lose about 10 tons. Young Billy: Hahahahaha. They leave school. SCENE IV: In the command center... Alpha: Aye yi yi! What's wrong? Zordon: To hell if I know. Alpha: Aye yi yi! What's wrong? Zordon: To hell if I know. Alpha: Aye... Zordon: I will not grow used to redundance. Report, Alpha. Alpha: Lord Bread... Zordon: What a stupid name. Alpha: Turned our six heroes into little rugrats!! Now I'll never know what Kim's cup size was! Zordon: 21a; she's growing. Alpha: Oh good. SCENE V: Out in the park... Young Aisha: Young Adam, you're gonna pay for putting worms in my underpants! Young Adam: Hahahahaha!! At least I didn't pinch your hiney. Young Aisha: You!!!! Young Billy: So Young Kimberly, wanna fool around? Young Kimberly: I'd like that. But it's your turn. Last week, I took off my top and panties and showed you what mine looks like, now you'll have to take your pants down so I can examine yours. Young Billy: Be delighted to. Young Rocky: Uhhh, before you start causing everyone to start barfing, you might wanna play some basketball. Young Billy: Why? Young Rocky: Because Tommy said so. Young Billy: Oooo, big man. Young Tommy: We're playing basketball! I wrote the script, I know what I'm doing! Young Aisha: You mean...the AB Writers aren't writing this? Young Tommy: Nope. Young Billy: Oh, no wonder this episode is so lame. Young Adam: On to the parody. Young Bulk and Skull approach the youngin' rangers and Young Bulk grabs Young Billy's kite and tears a hole into the kite then spits in it and hands it back to Young Billy, who then grabs it and shoves it in Young Bulk's face. Young Skull: Ewww. Young Billy: Look, you intellectually primitive marble-heads, you have no right to take my stuff. Young Bulk: Whaddya gonna do about it, nerd? Young Billy: Gimme back my kite. Young Bulk: Go fly a kite, geek. Young Billy: I would, idiot; but you're holding it. Young Bulk smacks Billy in the face and he falls down on is bottom (sitting up). Young Bulk: I don't like this kite's color. Young Bulk throws Young Billy's kite in the trash. Young Kim: Skull, I'll let you see what's under my panties if you leave us alone. Young Tommy: Man, Kim; you're even easy back then? Young Kim: Hey, you're not supposed to know that. Young Billy: I wonder how many times we'll have to repeat that before he gets it? Young Skull: You've got girlie cooties. Young Kim rapidly whips out a notebook and marker and shoves it in Young Skull's direction. Young Kim: Would you write that down in this notebook? Young Skull: Yeah, sure. Why? Young Kim: Because when my spactacular breasts bloom and I'm a beauty goddess, I can shove your own words at your face and you'll wind up missing out on getting my trademark sneak-peeks. Young Skull: Aww man!! Young Billy: Hey, Kim; I don't like the idea of you putting your brand-new breasts on display. Young Kim: Don't worry, I'm charging. Young Aisha: I think that's illegal. Young Billy: Yeah, it's called prostitution. Young Adam: What's prolistusion? Young Tommy: Something tells me Adam will never make it past the eighth grade. Young Kim: Doesn't matter, I've been letting boys do all sorts of socially unacceptable and ethically incorrect things with me for a long, long time, so why stop now? Young Billy: God only hopes that the line stops with kids getting free looks. Young Kim: Definately. Since Young Bulk always spits things out of his mouth, I'd hate for him to spit right into my... Young Tommy: Hey, Kim--wanna see my hairy chest? Young Kim: Would I ever! Young Billy: I don't >think< she's interested. Young Tommy: Who asked you, froglegs? Billy and Tommy engage in pushing each other's chests back until Billy swings a punch, misses and falls on the ground, Tommy leaps on top of Billy and they start rolling around until they go off camera smacking and yelling at each other. SCENE VI: Lord Bread's Castle... Lord Bread: ...and so I will... Goldar? Goldar? Goldar: (Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)....... Lord Bread: Wake up! Lord Break kicks Goldar in the forehead. Goldar: Ugh, augh! Give it up, Tommy! It's over!! Oh, it's just you. Lord Bread: Having dreams of high treason, aye?!? Goldar: No!! Uhhh, I wanted Tommy to give me a stick of bubble gum! Lord Bread: A likely excuse. You fell asleep right in the middle of my fortieth re-telling of my secret plan. Goldar: Oh please, god, no. Your plan is as 'bout as secret as sacks of pig-doo on the interstate freeway! PLEASE, release me from the torture and do whatever you said you were going to do. JUST DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR PLAN, AGAIN! Lord Bread: Goldar, I should operate on you without anesthetics. GO TO YOUR PAINROOM AND DON'T COME OUT UNTIL I RE-HASH MY PLAN AGAIN FOR PART TWO!! Goldar: Thank you!! Lord Bread: SHUT UP!! I am TIRED of this little boring plot that KIDS are writing! I'M GOING TO SEND DOWN THE MUDDIES!! My "allies" are such dipheads, AND STOP LAUGHING--BEHIND THOSE PEEPHOLES, SQUATT AND BABOO!! Behind the peephole that Squatt and Baboo hide behind to bag on Lord Bread without punishment... Baboo: Thanks a lot, dummy. Thanks to your big mouth, we've lost our peephole rights. Now we've gotta lick up Lord Bread's dookey anytime an ounce leaks. Squatt: I'm sorry. It was Finster. Baboo: Yeah right. Lay EVERYTHING on Finster. I'll have you know he's been sneaking Clear Eyes to stay awake--slaving muffins everyday that nobody eats. We blip to Lord Bread's kitchen Finster's confined to where behind him are boxes, dollies and several crates of muffins, donuts, cakes, bread, banana bread, french rolls and rye bread stacked to the ceiling top. Finster: Oh dear, I WISH someone would eat this stuff! Lord Bread: Ah-hem! I will QUIT if I don't get a close-up! The Camera does a 90 into Lord Bread's face. Lord Bread: D'OUCH! Not like that! The Camera backs up. Lord Bread: As I was saying, I will send down a posse of high muddies stoned to the max--making it more than simple for their basketballs to finish them, so they get the upper hand. Ooops, I wasn't supposed to say that. Oh well, too little, too late. Nighty-night, Pathetic Brats! SCENE VII: Young Adam: So what do you wanna do, Young Aisha? Young Aisha: I dunno, what do you wanna do? Young Adam: Get a lock of your hair. Young Aisha: Get bent. Young Adam: It's too hard for you. [Wink-wink] Young Aisha: Get broke, then. Young Rocky: I betcha that Young Adam isn't even housebroken. Young Aisha: Ew yuck! Young Aisha gets up and trips over her tied-together shoe-laces. Young Aisha: Aye-eee! Young Rocky: Hehehe. Young Rocky gets up and pinches Young Aisha on the bottom and runs. Young Aisha: [Screams] AHGH! I >HATE< THAT!!!!! Young Billy's armsleeve is rolled up as Kimberly roughly rams a cotton-ball drinched with Rubbing Alcohol on his bruised arm bruised during his falling-out with Tommy. Young Billy is using his free hand to pinch his nose-bleed. Young Billy: OUCH! Young Kimberly: It doesn't sting that much. Young Billy: How would YOU know? Young Tommy: Whimp. Lay it on me, Kim; I can take it. I'm a MAN, I have chest hair! Kimberly lunges a Rubbing Alcohol drinched cotton ball onto Tommy's hand and sinks it deep into his cuts. Young Tommy: YeeeeeeeOOUCH!!!!! Young Billy: Ha-ha. Young Tommy: You wanna die? I could arrange that ya know, Robo-Geek. Young Billy snatches Young Kim's opened bottle of Rubbing Alcohol. Young Kim: Hey! Young Billy: I've got a full bottle of Rubbing Alcohol and I'm not afraid to use it! Young Tommy: Punk. Young Billy grabs Tommy's wounded arm forcefully and splashes gobs and gobs of spilling Rubbing Alcohol on top his arm and he starts screaming. Young Aisha is tied around a tree (with a graphical blot-out over her crotch) with no clothes on. Young Rocky: Haha. Young Aisha: Gimmie back my dress! Young Adam: Yeah, when I give you back your panties. Young Aisha: You sick, psychopathic perverts! GET SOME HELP! Young Rocky: Good thing nobody but us visits this park. Young Billy: Bad news. A middle-aged couple showed up with a camera. Better give Aisha her clothes back. Young Rocky: Okay, but I'll re-tie her to the tree. Afterall, I can't stand it when she bites me. Young Aisha: Hey anybody? Can I have my clothes now? Her balled-up clothes is thrown at her face and lands over her bare self. Young Aisha: Thanks for nothing, Rock-brains! A Middle-Aged Couple approach the youngin' rangers with this amazed look on their face. Overacting Middle-Age Wife: They-are-sooo-ca-uuuute!! The most adorable things I've ever seen! Grumpy Middle Aged Hubby: Whaddya mean? That kid in white is trying to provoke the one with glasses to vomit by sticking his finger down his mouth. O.M.A.W.: Well TAKE A PICTURE! G.M.A.H.: But Martha, we've got 20 photo books from you taking idle pictures of people from the street doing ungodly things. Furthermore, I've bought $2500 worth of cameras to fund your picture-taking obssession. You like cameras more than mink. Why can't you be a normal whiney, demanding, credit-card stealing wife? O.M.A.W.: THE PICTURE, HENRY! G.M.A.H: Yes, Martha. Young Aisha is finishing putting on her overall-dress and buttons it up, she then looks down at her bare feet. Young Aisha: Okay, who's the wise-ass who took my shoes? Young Rocky and Adam are found laughing with their hands on their mouths as we see Young Aisha's high-tops floating across the pond. Aisha madly and promptly runs up to Young Rocky and Adam and shoves them into the lake and starts sticking her tongue out and spitting at them. AB Writer: Immature, wouldn't you say? Young Billy: So you guys finally decided to start writing, eh? AB Writer: Yeah, we figured that an episode couldn't have been this bad unless we had let one of the kids write. So, we took Young Tommy by the shirt and kicked his butt out and decided to take over. Oh by the way, Tommy; no-one cares about your chest fuzz. Young Tommy: HAIR, Chest HAIR--I am in puberty. I AM Growing Up! The Middle-Aged Couple are walking around the deserted park while the Wifey is constantly snapping pictures when they come across Young Bulk and Skull standing side-by-side smiling with their mouths full. Their pants are down (camera only looking from the waist up) and they open their mouths to show way-too-much chewed up food. Overacting Middle-Aged Wife: Oh god! Grumpy Middle-Aged Hubby: Yeull! Overacting Middle-Aged Wife quickly rushes to a nearby trashcan and she sinks her face into it to release upchuck and Young Bulk and Skull lift their chests up in laughter as they walk off with Ice Cream cones. A bunch of Muddies show up and do some funky, unknown dance with their endless supply of basketballs. G.M.A.H.: Marth, Martha; get your head out of the wastebasket. O.M.A.W.: Eh? O.M.A.W.'s pail-faced head limply rises up again. G.M.A.H.: Ew. Anyway, LOOK! The muddies are running around all over the park swinging off the trees, rolling around, knocking over trashcans, etc... O.M.A.W.: Auh... O.M.A.W.'s face re-enters the wastebasket. G.M.A.H. runs for his life dropping the Camera on the ground. Young Bulk: Hey, hold up, Skull. Young Skull: What? We'll be late for that bus so we can go to the other part of town to streak across the drive-in movie theatre. Young Bulk: Yeah, but look; free $60 camera! Hmmm, well; might as well drop off this sack of doody I was going to leave on the back-porch of my mother's old sister. Bulk's lone hand picks up the camera and in the very same shot of the grass ground a big burlap sack of doody drops on the grass in place of the camera. Aisha is sitting on the grass in another part of the park emptying the water from out of her shoes. Young Aisha: One of these days, I'm going to buy a stun-gun. [Aisha lifts her head up and sees a Muddie] Oh great, more trouble. A Muddie runs up to Aisha. Young Aisha: I'm in no mood for you! Young Aisha steps on the grey-suited muddy's foot as he falls backwards. Young Billy: You like to take chances, don't you? Young Adam: What are we gunna do? Young Aisha: First of all, we're gunna send you to a "How To Be A nicer Friend Camp." Young Rocky: And send you to the "How to Not Be So Picky About Getting Pinched camp." Young Tommy: Hmmm. The pre-rangers somehow start fighting Muddies (making Lord Bread look like a stupid idiot). Before destroying them, Young Bulk and Skull make a run for it after contact with a Muddy. They finally destroy them--after learning all over again to aim for their Pelvis. SCENE VII: In the Command Center... Alpha: Do we REALLY have parts in this episode, Zordon? Zordon: Don't think so. Let's go back to playing Immoral Kumquats. Alpha: Oh, okay. In that case; I'll go earn another 2000 points by lopping your limbs off. Zordon: In your dreams, robot. Alpha: Oh, wait a minute. Oh gawd. Bad news. The Writers told me I have to fix some hunk of cheese-junk otherwise known as some out-of-the-blue device to restore the rangers' age. Sheesh; like *I* care. I could get Steve Urkel to be a Pathetic Ranger. Zordon: We must restore time. Lord Bread is getting ready to release his Doo-Doo Monster--a substitute for the monster he was delightfully expecting to use that would indeed--again--have the word "Head" attatched to the end of its name. His Doo-Doo monster could freeze the rangers in this spot forever, and worse, we'll have to watch M*A*S*H for another 11 seasons. Enough of that mumbo-jumbo. Make this nearly impossible-to-create device while I sit and supervise--an equally difficult and straining job. Alpha (sarcastically): Uh-huh. Yeah right, sure. I really believe you. Ugh. Well, this aerobics cube I robbed from Billy's should help fancy the machine to look really space-galactic to make it look like I was working. Zordon: Yeah yeah, whatever. I don't really care. SCENE VIII: Lord Bread: WHAT!?!?!? THOSE STUPID IDIOTS DEFEATED MY MUDDIES?!!? WHAT WORSE, NOW I'LL HAVE TO USE A DOODY MONSTER INSTEAD OF ONE THAT MADE IT EASY FOR ME TO TACK THE NAME "HEAD" TO IT!!! That's it, someone's brains will be splattered onto the walls--and it ain't gonna be mine! Goldar: Yeah, everyone knows where your brains lie. Lord Bread: ...I'm going to create my monster!! Doo-DooHead, arise!! SCENE IX: Lord Bread's X-Stick creates another obnoxious-faced monster. Doo-Doo Head: Ha-ha! I'm Doo-DooHead. Something-Clever-To-Say-For-An- Introduction! Hahahahaha! ========== Goldar: What a disgrace. SCENE X: The Youngin' Rangers conclusively meet up with Doo-DooHead who says something unwittingly "clever" and sprays magic doody at them--causing them to freeze up. Pretty disgusting and stupid, huh? TO BE CONTINUED? (C) 1995 Artist Bros. Enterprises NEXT TIME ON THE PATHETIC RANGERS... With the rangers turned into kids and frozen in cow doody, soon in a picture by a re-tooled monster, things look pretty stupid---uhhh, I mean, umm, grim. Young Bulk: Ya know, this is REALLY beginning to get stupid. We'll get sued for plot discontinuity if we continue to use a Doody monster--again. Young Skull: Yeah, we only left that sack of soiled dook as a prank. AB Writers: Alright then, we'll change him to BoBoHead, the cameraman who can freeze everything into badly developed pictures. Young Bulk: Whatever. Now beat it. Skull, grab the picture! ...Alpha decides to meddle into Bulk and Skull's personal lives and gives them an addition 13th month of detention! Alpha: I'm not here to hurt you--even though I'd like to. I need that picture. It is crucial! Young Skull: Bbbb...bbb...but I... Alpha: On the count of three, you will fall asleep. Young Bulk: Sh'yeah right. I'd like to see you try it. Alpha: ...3. Alpha uses his multi-talented machine to put them to sleep. Alpha: Finally, now that that gross obstruction is out of the way, I'll get this picture. Would Adam rather continue antagonizing Aisha than to be a superhero again? Will Adam eat and eat and eat until he gets sick? Is this episode really that good? Do you really think this episode is good enough to stick around for Part two? I wouldn't, I know, but hopefully you'll stick around to Find out on the NEXT Episode of the Pathetic Rangers!