Artist Bros. Enterprises Presents:

               ...and Now A Message from the Pathetic Rangers #9

               The Smokey Taste You Get Cancer For: Smoking Puffs

                    Fan-"Moral" submitted by Michael Chilson

Some kid is sitting at a bench during soccer practice smoking.  Two other kids
appear:

Smoking kid: Want some?
Kid #1: No thanks.
Kid #2: Nuh-uh
Smoking kid: Can I believe my ears?

Suddenly, Aisha appears out of nowhere.  Other Pathetic Rangers are in the
background waiting to become useful to the conversation.

Aisha: You sure can.
Smoking kid: Huh?  Everybody smokes.
Aisha: Not anymore.  I don't smoke.
Smoking kid: But you have an extra-clean image, anyway.
Austin: I don't smoke.  I never have, here in Angel Grave or in Sacramento.

This horror music starts playing.

Austin: Will you cut that out?!
AB Writers: Sorry.

Smoking kid: Well, I suppose you would smoke Rocky?
Rocky: Nuh-uh
Smoking kid: hmm... Tommy?
Tommy: Not a chance.
Smoking kid: Hey Billy, becoming a jock requires these.
Billy: I already know that the information is false.  I know that right now I
       would never stoop to smoking in my quest to stud-dom. 
Smoking kid: Kimberly...?
Kimberly: No thanks.  I don't do smoking and others shouldn't do it either.
          That's what I believe. 
Smoking kid: WHOA!

Smoking kid instantly cruches up his carton if cigs and throws it in the
garbage can.

Austin: You can already forget it.  She's taken.
Tommy: *ahem*
Austin (mumbling): Well, just wait till she gets a diffrent job...grumble...
                   grumble... 
Smoking kid: Ah, man!

Smoking kid walks away kicking a stone.  All of the Pathetic Rangers lean over
into the trash can.

Tommy: Man, that's too bad.
Adam: Yeah.

All of the Rangers come up to the screen on their knees.

Austin: With today's high smoking prices, nobody should buy smokes.
Tommy: Yeah, but we know that at least one of you must be smoking out there.
Kimberly: Or we wouldn't be putting up this message, huh?

The gang nods their heads.

ALL: So do any of you have any ciggarettes on you?  PLEASE?!?!

The Rangers beg at the camera.  They then turn down to look at the AB Writer.

ALL: PLEASE!?!?!?

AB Writer (smacking forehead): Another useless PSA.
Aisha: You don't have any, huh?

                                    THE END