The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers
"A Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight"
Part I
by: Quintin J. Scott
The sunlight streamed down from a crystal
blue sky, bathing the white sands of Angel Grove beach in brilliant radiance and
rising heat. Squeals of delight permeated the air as children, little tan and
darkened bodies with big, toothy grins, played in the crashing ocean. Their
parents were nearby, drinking in the sun's rays and casting off the cold days
winter past.
High atop her tower, a lifeguard scanned the area, maintaining a vigilance to
the safety and life of all who were on the beach. The orange floatation device,
common to all lifeguards of California, hung on a peg near her head, slightly
swaying in the breeze. She pulled out her binoculars from a small sill near the
front of the tower and scanned the area again. However, what she didn't know was
that she while watching the area, someone was watching her. Actually, two
someones.
"She's gorgeous, Adam!" Rocky De Santos whispered, loudly. He watched as the sun
played off the sweat off her well-endowed chest. They moved slightly with every
breath she took.
"You're drooling, Rock," Adam Park chuckled, but he watched, too. The breeze
that moved the life preserver also toyed with her blond hair. "I think I'm in
love."
Without warning, she put her binoculars down and turned right towards them.
Their mouths dropped as they were caught in their little voyeurism. Instead of
being angry, she smiled slightly and went back to watching the water.
Both were brought from their daydream by a multi-colored volleyball that slammed
into Rocky's head making him hit Adam as he was going down.
"You okay, Rock?" Sean Morissette called to his fallen friend.
Adam helped Rocky to his feet. "Yeah!" He threw the ball back to them. "Watch
where you chunk that thing next time, will ya?"
"Sure thing, Rocky!" Tommy Oliver said, stifling a laugh.
Kimberly Heart didn't even try to hide it. "Sorry, Rock!"
"Maybe if you paid more attention, you never would have got hit!" Observed Aisha
Campbell, catching the ball and preparing to serve.
"Hey, I can look!" the youth said, turning back, and looking at them again. "I
can look."
"Same old, Rocky," the brainy Billy Cranston said before going back to his
laptop and working on his project.
The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers were enjoying a rare day off. No school
because they had a five day weekend while the school was being renovated. The
state government had found out that Angel Grove was still one of the few schools
that had asbestos still in its insulation. A few days before, Mr. Caplan
explained the situation and the school board voted to close down the school for
the Friday and an extra two days just to ensure the safety of its students. Of
course, no one argued that point, either.
Billy sat at his laptop, silently typing code into a program he had been working
on. If it worked, they wouldn't have to worry about Mistress MonsterMaker again.
If he modified more, they wouldn't have to worry about Lord Zedd either.
He chuckled to himself. Sean had brought up the point one night as they
discussed the possible invasion from the Hykranians. It was the subject of many
midnight meetings. Kimberly and Adam raised questions as to what Lord Zedd might
do during the attack. Even with Zordon's assurance that the Hykranians would try
and destroy him as well, Tommy and Sean were still not convinced. They had to
absolutely make sure that Zedd and his minions would remain on the moon, if and
when the Hykranians did decide to attack.
So Sean asked Billy about something that he had never attempted before. He knew
how to do it. He just never needed to. It was interesting. A challenge. He would
do it just to see if he could do it.
"Incoming, Billy!" a voice shouted to him. In the blink of an eye, he already
touched the save button and spun clear as the volleyball hit his seat. A few
seconds too late, and he would've been marked like Rocky.
"My bad, man!" Sean shouted.
"Are you suffering from some encephalographic malfunction or is it just because
you're a Canuck and not used to warm weather?!" Billy joked, shaking his fist in
mock anger.
"Listen here, you big worded Yank," the Black man shouted back, smiling broadly.
"I'm not suffering from some...um...err..." He bent over to whisper in Aisha's
ear, playfully. She returned the gesture. "...uh, en-, uh, enceph-, eh, whatever
you said! It's you crazy Yanks that have the malfunction!"
"Hey!" Aisha said, smacking him on the arm.
"Present company accepted, love," he uttered.
"That's right!" A good laugh and they went back to their game.