Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Robbie Chronicles Volume 2

Season 2- Episode 5: Empire State of Mind

(Todays adventure starts, like many other, at Angel Grove High. However there is something very different today that has the gang on the edge of their seats. In Ms. Appleby's hands she holds the career aptitude tests that all juniors took on the first week of class. It's been a long few weeks, but the results are finally in.)

Ms. Appleby: Class, may I have your attention please? Before we begin our lecture, Mr. Kaplan would like me to hand back these aptitude tests and spend the first ten or so minutes answering any questions you might have about what they mean.


Kimberly: Oh my God, the big moment. I hope I get something in entertainment. TV or movies preferably, not radio; I hate the sound of my own voice.

Robbie: Oh great, I thought I was the only one.

Ms. Appleby: Just remember, if you didn't get what you wanted these results aren't absolute. They're just guides to help you determine careers based on your answers. I'm going to hand them to Kim in the front who will pass them along.

(Ms. Appleby hands the stack to Kimberly, but is almost immediately mobbed by her friends as they all reach for the stack like meat to a pack of hungry dogs. In the back of the classroom, Bulk snickers at them judgmentally.)

Bulk: Look at those dweebs, worried about their future as if this test means anything.

Skull: Yeah! Wait, this test doesn't mean anything?

Bulk: Of course not, numbskull. You think some faceless school administrator can predict our futures? If they could do that, the board of education wouldn't be hemorrhaging money each year. BUT, I already know that we're gonna be rich and famous, you wanna know why?

Skull: We're gonna coast on our good looks?

Bulk: No. Cause you and I have a foolproof plan to catch... the power rangers!

(Skull groans at the mention of another idiotic plan.)

Skull: Are we still on that? Can't we just play the lotto if we want to get rich quick?

Bulk: (mockingly) No we can't just play the lotto. Now meet me in my garage afterschool so we can get started. Oh and grab your piggy bank; this one's gonna cost us some money.

Skull: But I'm saving all my money.

Bulk: For what?

Skull: Well your birthdays coming up, and I was thinking of getting you something nice.

Bulk: Don't worry about that, if you really wanna do something nice for my birthday, you'd crack open that piggy bank and just hand me whatever's inside. But if all goes well, there should be a big return and you can still buy me something nice.

(Skull sighs uncooperatively as the rangers eagerly read their scores.)

Zack: What'd you get, what you get?!

Billy: I got "Computer Science."

Tommy: I got "Physical education."

Kimberly: I got "creative arts"

(She flips the page from the results section to read a more in-depth description.)

Kimberly: "With a paint brush, through dance, with an instrument or with the power of poetry, you strive for emotional expression and use art as your medium make your statement."

(Kim lowers the sheet of paper from her eyes with a look of mild disappointment.)

Kimberly: I'm not sure mine is right.

Trini: I mean you do play the guitar, Kim.

Tommy: And you do sing.

Zack: And you do dance.

Billy: And you created that float for world peace last year. Rita even got so jealous that she destroyed it.

Jason: And you even starred in Rapunzel last year.

Trini: And last I checked, all those things fall under the entertainment industry.

Kimberly: Yeah...

(Kim's face brightens up upon second thought.)

Kimberly: Yeah, I guess you're right! So what did yours say, Trini?

Trini: It says that I should be a social worker.

Jason: It says that I should be a social worker too.

Zack: Same here.

Trini: What did you get Robbie?

Robbie: I got an application to Foot Locker.

Trini: No you didn't.

Robbie: Yes, I did.

(Robbie lifts his exam to his head to reveal a blank results page and an application to Foot Locker stapled to the back. His friends appear to be speechless, except for Kim, who rubs it in.)

Kimberly: Look out world!

Trini: That, has got to be a mistake. You should talk to Ms. Appleby about this. I some ones playing a bad prank on you.

(Expecting outrage from her boyfriend, she's stunned to see nothing but a nonchalant shrug; this only makes here even more outraged herself. Meanwhile at the command center, Alpha and Zordon look on from the viewing globe, contemplative on what will someday be an inevitability.)

Alpha: Look at that Zordon, our children are growing up right before our eyes. Pretty soon, they'll all move onto college and leave us here alone. Aye, ya, yai, I don't think I'm ready for that.

Zordon: Now, now Alpha. We both knew this day would come. They are all bright young adults that will soon move on to bigger and better things and achieve much more, and do more good in the real world than they ever could being rangers. It is not our intention to hold them back.

Alpha: I suppose you're right.

(Alpha wipes a fake tear from where his eye would be and then turns away from the screen. Back in class, Zack reads the description for the field he, Jason and Trini just got.)

Zack: "You have the desire to be a social activist, the desire to work with and uplift communities and the desire to change the world in such a way that others wouldn't imagine."

Billy: That's an accurate description of all three of your personality types, alright.

Jason: Yeah it does, only problem is I'd have no idea how to achieve any of that. I'd love to go out and "change the world," but how would I even get started?

(Ms. Appleby chimes in.)

Ms. Appleby: That's an excellent question, Jason. If you or anyone in the class has any questions regarding your results, or any information on what to do in order to pursue said career if it does in fact interest you, then our team of guidance counselors will be more than happy to assist you all.

Robbie: I don't have any questions. All I need is a pen and three references.

(Trini groans in the background.)

Ms. Appleby: There are a few organizations working closely with the school to help promote their career path and educate the students on what they can do to achieve these goals.

Jason: Oh, that sounds pretty neat.

Ms. Appleby: Yes it is. In fact, I know for certain that the social work offers its top protégés an opportunity to fly, all expenses paid, to New York City to sit in for a conference this weekend.

Jason: Wait, did you just say...


Trini: All expenses paid trip....?

Zack: To New York!?!

Ms. Appleby: Yep. Pretty neat, right?

(The three teens are speechless after that bomb the teacher dropped. Ms. Appleby however isn't finished.)

Ms. Appleby: That's right, it's an initiative run by the Swiss government that takes place inside the United Nations headquarters! You'll meet all the world leaders and enjoy the finest cuisine your tax dollars can afford. What do you say to that?

(Though completely blown away, Jason takes a moment to let everything sink in his head. How could he possibly find the words that would do justice to such an offer?)

Jason: Uh... I guess, I-I'd have to say...

Kimberly: WE'RE GOING TO NEW YORK!!!!

(The rangers burst into a joint laughter and exchange high fives with one another, even though only three of them are actually invited to the conference in the United Nations. Meanwhile on the moon, the balcony is conspicuously empty. For the time being Lord Zedd has taken a break from watching over the kids every move to take some time to himself. Goldar however approaches his throne his a pressing concern on his mind.)

Goldar: Uh, your majesty?

Lord Zedd: I'm busy!

(Zedd picks up a newspaper while sipping from a mug that reads "#1 Tyrant.")

Goldar: Of course you are sir, and I'm sorry to interrupt. Though this will only take a minute.

Lord Zedd: (groans) Make it fast.

Goldar: I'd just like to inform you that the power rangers have made plans to leave Angel Grove for New York City for a few days. I just thought you'd like to know that in case you'd like to take advantage of an unprotected city. And I would like to volunteer myself to lay waste to the town.

Lord Zedd: What was that? Speak up; because it sounds like to me that you're telling me what to do.

Goldar: It's just that, well, I-I'm a world class warrior and Rita, who while I'm still glad she's gone, sort of recognized that and used me more often.

(Goldar's voice fades at the end of his request as a crippling fear of his response sets in, which from the look on Zedd's face doesn't look to be very good.)

Lord Zedd: Oh? And how did that turn out for her?

Goldar: I was just hoping you'd be able to send me down there and take care of them myself? I really feel like I could be utilized a lot more than just menial tasks like getting coffee.

Lord Zedd: Tasks which you can't even do correctly. This coffee tastes like burnt anus.

Goldar: It's Starbucks.

Lord Zedd: It's filth!

(He hurls the mug in his direction, barely missing him and thus shattering all over the floor.)

Lord Zedd: As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but a byproduct of a failed empire. Just keeping you and the other stooges around was but a show of good grace on my behalf. But make no mistake I have no use for worthless pawns like yourself.

(Goldar bows fearfully, not wanting to further aggravate his boss.)

Goldar: Yes sir, whatever you say...

Lord Zedd: Good, now clean up that mess!

(As Goldar cowers away, Zedd begins to ponder about at least one of the things he mentioned.)

Lord Zedd: New York, eh? The city that never sleeps. Let's just see what they call it next after I put it down!

(Zedd emphatically slams his fist on his armrest and laughs maniacally to himself. A couple days later, the unwitting gang find themselves outside the line at the check in inside Angel Grove Airport with their carry-on several days later. Robbie is seeing the agent in the front on behalf of himself, Tommy, Billy and Kimberly, all of whom have to buy their own tickets.)

Zack: I can't believe we're actually going through with this.

Jason: I know, it's amazing, huh?

Zack: I guess. I gotta say though, I'm a little nervous.

Jason: About meeting world leaders? The Zack man, smoother than a baby's bottom, but scared of a few guys in suits?

Zack: No, not that. It's just... I've never actually flown on a plane before.

Jason: You've got nothing to worry about man, it's the safest way to travel.

Zack: I don't know. Will you sit next to me?

Jason: ...we'll see.

Zack: C'mon man, just keep me company. If I don't sit next to someone I can talk to I'll just start to freak. And who knows with you? They might sit you next to a crying baby.

Jason: Yeah, if I'm lucky.

Trini: Well anyway, don't you guys think it's awesome that Billy, Kim, Tommy and Robbie can join us on such short notice? I hope it wasn't it a hassle getting plane tickets days before departure? I mean wasn't it super pricey?

Kimberly: Not at all actually. Robbie of all people volunteered to take care of the whole thing.

Trini: Really?! I somehow find that hard to believe. I've seen him fish for quarters in phone booths during dates.

Kimberly: Yeah, totally caught me off guard too. I think I had him all wrong girl, you need to hold onto this one.

Trini: Hmm.

(Just ahead of them, Robbie is at the counter doing as he promised.)

Check-in Agent: Okay sir, it looks like I do have a flight that leaves for New York in about two hours that has four free seats left in first class and thirteen in coach. Which would you prefer?

Robbie: What the heck, give me the four in first class; if I'm gonna do it, I might as well do it right.

Check-in Agent: Fantastic. And who will be paying for this transaction today?

Robbie: I will.

Check-in Agent: And your name is?

(Robbie flashes a smile.)

Robbie: Tommy Oliver.

Check-in Agent: Okay Mr. Oliver, may I have a method of payment and a form of ID?

Robbie: Uh, sure.

(He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a tiny green wallet. He shuffles past the photo of Kimberly and hands her a credit card and a California State ID, the latter of which catches the eye of the check in agent almost immediately. She takes a quick glance at it before looking back up at Robbie, then back at the ID. Robbie tries his best to remain calm and act as if everything is normal. That gets a little bit hard though when she calls over a supervisor and attracts the attention of his friends.)

Billy: Psst.

Robbie: ...

Billy: Psst!!

Robbie: What?

Billy: Is everything alright?

Robbie: Yeah, yeah, everything's cool.

(His tone of voice sounds about as transparent as the fake ID he handed to the check-in agent.)

Billy: Oh, okay...

Kimberly: We're getting on that plane right? You're not screwing us over?

Robbie: Of course not. Look just let me handle it.

(The supervisors studies the ID and runs her finger through the surface to feel for any imperfections. Even though she doesn't find any, she becomes alerted by the tiny scuffle breaking out between him and his friends and starts asking questions.)

Supervisor: Sir, what did you say your name was?

Robbie: ...Tommy Oliver?

Supervisor: Okay Mr. Oliver, and what is your address.

Robbie: 389 Cherry Tree Lane.

Supervisor: And your date of birth?

Robbie: (cringes) Uh... excuse me?

Supervisor: Your birthdate.

Robbie: I'm not sure I understand...

(She responds a bit more forcefully the third time.)

Supervisor: Can you please tell me the date you were born on?

Robbie: That's kind of personal, don't you think?

(The supervisor doesn't reply to his misunderstanding of the question. Instead she instructs the agent on something. Robbie looks about ready to crack when...)

Check-in agent: Okay Mr. Oliver, here are your four first class tickets to JFK airport leaving at 12:35PM. You have a safe trip!

Robbie: Why thank you!

(Robbie smiles at the agent and snatches the tickets from her hand. He grabs the others and heads off to the gate before they have the chance to ask any questions. From behind them though, two familiar faces look on in bemusement.)

Bulk: I wonder where those dweebs are off to in such a hurry. The flight doesn't leave for another two hours.

Skull: Never mind them Bulk, can you please explain to me again why we're about to get on a plane to New York City? And why you're holding that contraption. I'm missing my cartoons for this.

(Skull's referring to a large device in Bulk's hand that looks like a giant vacuum cleaner or a metal detector.)

Bulk: It's really quite simple.

(He looks around to see if anyone is listening in to their conversation, then leans in and lowers his voice.)

Bulk: You read comic books right?

Skull: Yeah.

Bulk: Good. Now tell me this, where do most super heroes come from?

Skull: I don't know?

Bulk: New York!

Skull: Are you sure about that?

Bulk: Of course I'm sure. Spiderman's from New York, Batman is from New York, Sup...

Skull: Wait, wait, wait.... Batman is from Gotham City.

Bulk: Right, which is just another nickname for New York.

Skull: I've never heard anyone refer to Gotham as New York. I've also never heard New York referred to as Gotham.

Bulk: Well I have. Anyway, they're not the only ones, Superman...

Skull: Is from Krypton. Bulky, do you read any comic books?

Bulk: Will you stop interrupting me and just hear me out?!

Skull: Sorry.

Bulk: Well, I figure since that's the pattern that I've noticed, maybe the power rangers are from New York too? Maybe they just visit Angel Grove because that's where all the monsters are at.

(Skull still doesn't seem too convinced.)

Skull: I don't know. Seems like we're going through a lot of effort for stretch. Well, what's that thing for then?

Bulk: This device is a radiation detector. I borrowed it from my grandpa who fought in the war. If Peter Parker got his superpowers through radiation, then maybe, just maybe, the power rangers got theirs from radiation too. And we're gonna use this scanner to find them. What do you think?

Skull: I think I just wasted a ton of money.

Bulk: Well too bad, we're going through with it anyway!

Check-in agent: Next in line, please step down.

Bulk: Come on!!!

(Bulk shoves his friend down to the front counter and grabs his luggage to go with him. A little over two hours later and the gang has packed all their luggage away and are safely in the air.)

Kimberly: I can't believe we're just four hours away from the big apple. I'm so excited.

Tommy: Yeah...

(Tommy looks a little distracted by something.)

Kimberly: And these first class seats are amazing! I can't believe Robbie went so far out of his way for us. And to think all the terrible things you've said about him.

Tommy: Yeah, I know...

Kimberly: When we get to New York, I want you to make it up to him. Get him dinner at a nice restaurant or something.

Tommy: Sure. As soon as I find my wallet...

(A few rows ahead of them, Billy, Jason and Zack share a row together.)

Zack: Whoa... we're so high up.

Jason: Yes Zack, that's how planes normally work.

Zack: Well what's gonna happen if the engines suddenly fail?

Jason: Zack, please don't talk like that. I just want to get some rest and you're making me feel uneasy.

Billy: Yeah and besides, the probability of a plane crash according to statistics are about one in almost 700,000.

Zack: But what if we're that 700,000th flight?!

Jason: Zack....

Zack: I've heard stories of ball clubs, entire teams perishing in plane crashes. That scares me to death man.

Jason: You pilot a giant mechanical robot bro, and you're scared of this? For god's sake, they're playing Toy Story on the television screen up front. What have you got to be worried about?

Zack: I don't know man. Can you picture how the world would be like if the Yankees just disappeared from the league one day because of a pilot error? And people make mistakes all the tim...

Jason: That's it!

Zack: What??

(Jason furiously gets up and grabs his pillow with him.)

Jason: I'm not listening to this, I'd rather go sit next to that fishy looking man in the turban than to deal with you on a plane.

Zack: But Jase, c'mon man...

(Jason storms away from his dumbstruck best friend, while Billy seems to have no problems curling up and dozing off. A little further up, Robbie and Trini sit together. Trini is trying hard to focus on the magazine in her hand and forget all about the application to Foot Locker Robbie is enthusiastically filling out next to her.)

Robbie: Sweetie?

Trini: Yes.

(She barely moves her head, but darts her eyes at the application with disgust.)

Robbie: I'm gonna need some references, so for the next few weeks, can you pretend to run Wells Fargo?

Trini: I can't believe you are actually filling that thing out.

Robbie: Why not? I'd get forty percent off on all shoes in stock. Forty percent!

(She sinks into her seat and sighs quietly, though loud enough for Robbie to hear.)

Robbie: Is there something wrong?

Trini: It's nothing.

Robbie: It doesn't sound like "nothing" to me. Is there something wrong with Foot Locker?

Trini: No but... I... Robbie, can I ask you a question? This has sort of been on my mind lately.

Robbie: Shoot.

Trini: How do you envision our future together?

Robbie: (Groans) What did I do now?

Trini: No, nothing. You're wonderful. But...

(She hesitates to find the correct working to what she's about to say, though she knows that what she's about to say is never easy to tell someone you care about.)

Trini: Lately I've been worried about where we'll end up down the road.

Robbie: Yeah...

Trini: What I mean is, we're great now. Robbie, I really, really like you and I do want to be with you for as long as you continue making me happy. But at some point, I'll want to start a career or see the world. Maybe travel to Africa and work with starving children, or run for office. I'm not exactly sure yet, but it just, it just concerns me that the future you seem to be complacent with is a far cry from any of that.

Robbie: So what are you saying?

Trini: I don't know. I guess I'd know more if you just tell me how you see our future together.

Robbie: Well...

(Robbie leans his head upwards, cuing a dream sequence. In his head he imagines Trini in her mid-thirties, sitting on an old couch. Flecks of gray in her hair and bags visible under her eyes from a long, grueling life that has taken its toll. She's in the middle of feeding an infant in her arms as a balding Robbie busts through the door.)

Trini: Look who the cat finally dragged in. Did your other wife kick you out?

Robbie: Very funny.

(Robbie shuts the heavy steel door behind. He goes down the door shutting each of the seven deadbolts attached to it before turning back to Trini.)

Robbie: So what's for dinner?

Trini: What's for dinner? There may be some breast milk residue left on the pump. Help yourself.

Robbie: Leftovers again?

Trini: You think this is funny? ShopMart is cutting hours, again, and you're three months behind on child support.

Robbie: Honey, you know I've been in and out of prison that whole time. You know how those cops hold my people down.

Trini: You tried to score drugs off of a uniformed police officer!

Robbie: To be fair, to be fair, I thought it was a front.

Trini: I don't care what you thought, this is serious. I can't pay rent and my dad's not giving me anymore loans. Bill collectors have also been calling me non-stop and I'm honestly running out of excuses.

Robbie: Don't worry babe, I got this.

Trini: You've been saying that for fifteen years. I'm sick of hearing it and I'd like to see you do it.

Robbie: Don't start nagging me now Trini, I just walked in the house.

Trini: Well when's a good time to nag you then? Pick the time and place. Your three children are gonna live in a shelter soon and it's all your fault. Are you happy with that? You're ruining their lives just like you ruined mine!

Robbie: Speaking of which, I'm not quite sure Benjamin's mine.

Trini: Get out!!! Get out now!!!

Robbie: Okay, okay. Keep your shirt on, for all of our sakes...

(Robbie backtracks and after momentarily struggling to unlock all of the deadbolts on the door which seems to drag on forever, he finally seems to get it and escapes the Hell in which he created. Once the door slams shut, a small child walks into the living room rubbing his eyes.)

Boy: Mommy, who was that man?

Trini: No one sweetie, go back to your room.

(The dream sequence ends, though Robbie continues to gaze into the sky lovingly, as if looking forward to adulthood. Trini on the other hand looks absolutely horrified. This conversation goes on and on until the plane finally lands in JFK airport.)


(The gang, as well as Bulk and Skull unpack all of their things and after the lengthily wait for luggage and the pricey trip of a cab ride, they each make it to the Sleep Inn. After getting situated, Robbie, Kimberly, Tommy and Billy hit the streets of downtown Manhattan while Jason, Zack and Trini separate from them and head off to their UN event.)

Kimberly: (Awestruck) Can you believe it guys, we're in the big apple! I've never seen so many big buildings in one place before. Where should we go first? Twin Towers, Statue of Liberty, the MOMA. Oh God, the possibilities are endless.

(Billy pulls out a giant map of the New York City subway from his back pocket and examines it.)

Billy: Well I hear Times Square is an exceptional, yet crowded area for tourism. If only I can find it. I've discovered three new elements, yet I can't make sense of this map.

Tommy: Why don't we just hail a cab? Or just stop and ask for directions?

Kimberly: The people here are super nice too. I mean this one woman right outside the hotel invited me to something called a coke party. Too bad I don't like soda or I so would've been there. What's in Times Square though?

Billy: Restaurants, theaters, exhibits and tons of places to shop.

(Kim gasps excitedly at that last part.)

Kimberly: Let's go to Times Square!!

Tommy: (laughs) Calm down, we'll get there. As soon as we know where there is.

Kimberly: I can't wait to get back home and be the only girl in Angel Grove high wearing New York chic fashion! I need to get out of these ratty old things.

(A random man shouts something directed at Kim.)

Man: Hey baby, how much?

Kimberly: Oh this old thing? Not much. I got it at the Gap.

(Tommy reaches over and pulls Kim closer to him.)

Tommy: I don't think he means your blouse, Kim.

(The four of them approach an entryway to a subway station. That's when Robbie pulls ahead of them and goes halfway down before turning back to the others.)

Robbie: Well, I'd love to hang with you guys, but this is where we separate.

Tommy: Where are you going?

Robbie: I'm gonna go see my niece, Laura. My sister lives here and says I can visit and take her to the Bronx Zoo.

Kimberly: I didn't know your sister lived in New York?

Robbie: Yeah, she's made quite the living for herself here; got a nice job and everything. Goes to show what happens when you leave my mother and marry a white man.

Tommy: That's the American dream.

Billy: Say since you seem to know your way, do you mind telling us how we'd be able to get to Times Squ...

Kimberly: He's gone, Billy.

(Billy didn't realize it as his face was buried in his map, but Robbie had already vanished into the crowded underground subway, leaving the three complete strangers all alone in the unforgiving wrath of the big city. Meanwhile on the moon, Zedd's ears perked at the mention of something Robbie said.)


Lord Zedd: Bah! The Bronx Zoo... I haven't the slightest clue why anyone would pay top dollar to watch monkeys soil themselves when one could watch the same thing right here for free on Chipotle night.

Squatt: Chipotle night hurts.

Zedd: Though I suppose a zoo sounds like a perfect place to choose my next monster, wouldn't you say Goldar?

Goldar: Yes oh evil one, whatever you say.

(Lord Zedd looks over the balcony and scratches his chin, contemplating which animal would be perfect for an attack on New York. Speaking of the Bronx Zoo, that's where Bulk and Skull find themselves a couple hours later; radiation scanner in hand.)

Bulk: Come on Skull, don't let up! The scanner seems to be onto something here.

(Skull drags his feet behind him, seeming more interested with the cotton candy in his hands than anything else.)

Bulk: Come on nitwit!

Skull: Bulky, let's just give up and enjoy the zoo. Let's face it, that machine's busted.

Bulk: Are you kidding me, this thing is reading off the charts.

Skull: Yeah but it also "went off the charts" an hour ago and it just took us inside a Starbucks restroom.

Bulk: This is different. I can feel it, this is tracing the signal of a power ranger; I just know it.

Skull: Whatever you say. I just hope we have enough money to get back home.

Bulk: Don't worry about that.

(Bulk continues to read the signals it picks up and pushes through the crowd to go wherever it takes it. Where it's taking it surprisingly, is halfway across the zoo where Robbie guides his six year old niece by the hand. He hasn't seen her since she and Robbie were attacked by Scorpina and the Rockstar.)

Laura: Uncle Robbie?

Robbie: Yeah sweetie?

Laura: Why do you and grandma live so far away from us?

Robbie: I don't know Laura. Your mom's a bit coo-coo in the head.

(Laura giggles at the notion.)

Robbie: Actually, I'm kidding. She might actually be the smart one out of all of us. It's me and your grandma who are coo-coo.

Laura: How come?

Robbie: That's a good question. It's probably mostly grandma's coo-cooness that drove her away...

(He stops to contemplate what he's really about to say, and wonders if he truly believes that.)

Robbie: No, well I guess I'm no better. I could stand to stay out of trouble or not fight with her and grandma so much. I should really be a better role model to you, and I guess I'm not and get what I deserve.

Laura: (cheerfully) I think you're a great role model. You always buy me stuff!

Robbie: Thanks sweetie. Although it takes a lot more than buying you stuff to be a good role model. I guess if I want to start seeing you more, I need to start doing that stuff.

Laura: Oh... Uncle Robbie, I have another question.

Robbie: Sure.

Laura: Why is mommy and grandma light skinned, but you're not?

Robbie: Well that's because in our family, we have two different daddies.

Laura: Oh... Mommy says that two daddies is an abomination in the eyes of God, and that they shall be put to death for they have committed an atrocity.

Robbie: Just shut up and watch the zebras.

Laura: Okay.

(Robbie pulls his niece toward the gorilla exhibit, which is where Bulk and Skull seem to be closing in on with their Ranger Radiation Scanner now going off the charts. At the same time, Lord Zedd seems to have found just the animal he was looking for.)

Zedd: Aha! The silverback gorilla, of course; the beast with the strength of ten humans. This will make the perfect foe. He's got the power to rip those rangers limb from limb, and that's before I even cast a spell on him to make him even stronger!

(Zedd lets out a maniacal laughs as he imagines the path of destruction his potential monster will leave behind. How could something with such brute strength possibly fail, it all seems perfect for Zedd, who lifts his Z-Staff as with a single wave, sends a beam down to Earth. Back at the Bronx Zoo, Robbie spots his classmates from far away, groaning with displeasure.)

Robbie: Bulk, Skull?! God, what are those idiots doing here? We're half way across the country for crying out loud.

(Furiously, he pulls his niece with him to confront them and meets them right in front of the glass display, separating the gorillas from the spectators.)

Skull: Hey, this thing seems to really be picking something up?

Bulk: I told you! Get your camera out Skull, we're about to come into contact with a real life power ranger!