Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Robbie Chronicles Volume 2

Season 2 - Episode 8: Ahead of His Time

Present Time: 9:47pm – Angel Grove

(In a crisp autumn evening, just hours after the events of Hurricane Zedd, Robbie decides to go for a long walk through Angel Grove. He bypasses the many fallen trees, still trying to make sense about what happened and why he took Hannah into that public restroom. He tries in his head to rationalize his actions, picking apart his last argument with Trini for any opening or an out that would exonerate him of any wrong doing. He can't.)

Robbie: (Sighs) Yeah Robbie, you really screwed up this time. You really screwed up, stupid, stupid man.

(While wandering aimlessly, Robbie finds himself in Trini's neighborhood, though probably not by coincidence. He finds his way just outside of her home and just stands there for several minutes while he rehearses what he might say, if he decides to say anything at all.)

Robbie: I should... just go home. Maybe I'll feel better about this tomorrow. Maybe I can just put this behind me. Maybe I can work something out with Billy. (Sucks teeth) Oh who am I kidding, that guy's been dying for this moment to have her all to himself.

(Knowing that an admission of wrong doing would be like walking toward his own execution, Robbie marches forward with the heaviest of hearts and just tries to get it over with. He walks up to her front door and knocks three times. He waits... but not for too long.)

Robbie: Well, look at that. I guess she's not home. Guess I'll just leave then.

(Just as he is about to turn around and leave, the door swings open.)

Trini: Robbie! Oh my goodness, there you are? Thank god you're alright.

(Trini rushes out of her home and hugs him tightly.)

Trini: I was worried sick about you. Don't ever do that again, okay?

Robbie: I'm... I'm sorry.

Trini: No Robbie, I'm sorry.

Robbie: What could you possibly be sorry about?

Trini: About our fight? About me leaving for Switzerland without telling you.

Robbie: Oh...

(In the midst of the aftermath, Robbie forgot what even led to it.)

Trini: Robbie, please just let me explain. I know you're still upset at what I said earlier and you definitely should be, but please understand that I was really hurt and I didn't mean it whatsoever.

Robbie: Trini, I--

Trini: Robbie wait. I love you. I seriously do. Please, don't let this one stupid argument ruin what we have. We can talk about me going to Switzerland.

Robbie: Trini...

Trini: Look if you don't wanna be with me, fine. But I think you're making a very big mista—

Robbie: TRINI.

(She finally stops.)

Robbie: Trini, I love you too. Really. More than anything in the world. I... (He pauses) That's kind of why I'm here right now. Because I have something to tell you. It's really important.

(Earlier that day and immediately after the events of Hurricane Zedd, Lord Zedd received a cryptic, yet urgent message ordering him to leave his chambers at once. Goldar who wasn't around for any of this, seems woefully confused when he cannot find his master anywhere.)

Goldar: My lord? Lord Zedd where are you?

(He doesn't find him on his throne. He searches in Finster's workshop but doesn't find Zedd or Finster there. He looks behind the wall Squatt and Baboo often hide behind to exchange dimwitted banter but doesn't find anyone there either.)

Goldar: You guys better not have left somewhere without me.

(He continues to search through various rooms when he hears laughter from the employee break room. He peaks his head inside and finds everyone but Lord Zedd there. The room is brightly lit and covered in motivational posters about working hard and worker rights; much of which however is crossed off with black marker.)

Finster: (Laughing) That's bloody rich! He does sound like that! Such a sycophant.

Baboo: I'm telling you, if he were any further up Zedd's butt, he'd be his colon.

(The three of them laugh merrily, making Goldar feel like an outsider.)

Goldar: Hey. What's everyone laughing about?

Baboo: Oh, hey Goldar. Nothing.

Goldar: I see. Where's Lord Zedd?

Squatt: (Shouts) Who cares!

(The three break out laughing again, spitting out the cheap fast food they're stuffing in their faces.)

Goldar: No seriously, I need to speak with him.

Finster: The last I heard of him, he received a call from the head of the United Alliance of Evil and quickly packed his bags and left.

(Goldar gasps)

Goldar: Dark Specter wishes to speak to the Lord?

Baboo: Yeah. Something about a missing persons case.


Goldar: You fool, you don't understand. Master Vile never calls for one on one meetings. Many within the organization have never even seen his fac--

(Baboo dismissively throws a French fry at Goldar, bouncing right off his head, eliciting more laughter.)

Baboo: Yeah, giant who cares?

Squatt: Yeah, none of us are really interested in Vile and his rich people problems.

Finster: We would much rather sit around and talk about the good ole days. You know, with Rita?

Baboo: Oh, remember when Zordon crammed us into that dumpster and for the first hundred years, Squatt couldn't stop farting? Rita was livid!

Squatt: Hey, it was your idea to eat at Denny's before the last battle.

Goldar: How dare any of you speak that name in this palace? That miserable witch failed us all; sullying our names in the eyes of the Lord. We are to pledge our full allegiance to Zedd and only Zedd, and we are to never acknowledge that woman's existence ever!

Finster: Oh shut up. You can drop the act already, Zedd isn't even here.

Goldar: Excuse me?

Baboo: The man left your wife out to die, show some dignity for crying out loud!

Goldar: (indignantly) Scorpina died for the good of the mission. Her passing was not in vain! She will always be remembered as a hero and sometimes heroes must make sacrifices.

Baboo: Yeah, keep buying that corporate mumbo jumbo.

Goldar: What?!

Baboo: Face it, for all of Rita's problems, she would have never let that happen.

(Goldar stops blindly defending his leader for a second to really give that statement some thought.)

Goldar: Hmm. Well, perhaps, but there's nothing we can do about it now. She's gone; traveling alone into the darkest reaches of space while we're here with Lord Zedd. So we might as well just get used to it.

Baboo: I guess...

Squatt: ...Unless!!

Baboo: Unless what?

Squatt: I think I just thought of something.

Goldar: Now's not the time for firsts.

Squatt: No really. Follow me.

(While Squatt excitedly gets up from his seat, Trini is back on Earth in a desperate search of her own for her boyfriend. She too looks everywhere, she visits his home but it told by his mother that he isn't there. She looks through his usual hiding spot by the rocky hills and finds it empty. She even looks through every inch of the park but finds nothing. Finally, she stops by his coffee shop job, figuring she's looked everywhere else. Upon entering the front door, a portly man in a green apron greets her.)

Manager: Hello, welcome to Charbucks, may I take your order?

Trini: Oh, no thank you. I'm... just looking for someone.

Manager: Oh, okay that's fine. Feel free to take a seat and enjoy our freebase jazz and central air while you wait for your friend. Just don't mind the discarded needles in the restrooms.

Trini: Actually, I was looking for somebody who works here. Do you know if Robbie Clemente is in today?

(The man's expression becomes grim.)

Man: Hmm. I'm afraid not. He was scheduled to work this morning but he called out. When I told him he had to come in, he quit. Then he called me a name... and I hung up.

Trini: Aw man, he called out to be with me. Look, I'm terribly sorry. Please, just let me talk to him, I can reason with him to come back.

Man: I'm afraid that won't be necessary. And he told me his grandmother died. I didn't believe him because his grandmother died last Saturday when I found him leaving a baseball game.

Trini: He took me to see the Angel Grove Master Batters. I love them and he got me tickets.

Man: Yeah. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with the occasional weekend call out, but seeing as Robbie is part time and therefore ONLY works weekends, I don't think it's gonna work out. I'm sorry. However if you're looking for some extra money on the side, we are hiring.


Trini: No thanks. I'm not really comfortable with this companies union busting policies and there false claims of making fair trade coffee.

Man: May I assure you that this company embraces the rights of its workers and its farmers. Our social, and our environmental reputations are sterling.

Trini: Yeah, Robbie thought he was a part of some bigger cause too, until he got his first check. Thanks though, goodbye.

(Trini waves politely and walks out of the Charbucks. She isn't the only one searching for Robbie though, as Jason and the rest are conducting their own search on Trini's wishes.)

Jason: Nope, don't see Robbie anywhere.

Tommy: Check in the next room.

Jason: Not in here either.

Tommy: He's got to be somewhere. We've checked everywhere.

(However, their search is being conducted a bit differently as it appears Tommy and Jason are on Zack's couch playing video games, while Zack himself is reading a magazine in the corner.)

Jason: Maybe he's in the underwater level.

Tommy: Good thinking.

Kimberly: Guys I think we may wanna start looking for Robbie somewhere else soon. And by that I mean we should start looking for Robbie.

Jason: Good idea. Why don't you start looking for him in the kitchen and check in the fridge? If he's not in there, can you bring me back a snack? I'm starving.

Kimberly: You want a snack? You can eat the cheese left on a few of these mice traps.

Jason: ...what kind of cheese?

(Kim rolls her eyes and walks away as Zack chimes in.)

Zack: So guys, I need some advice. You know, guys stuff.

Jason: Shoot.

Zack: Well I met this cute girl at a Prince concert last month and she's from Stone Canyon. Her name is Aisha. She's real cute and super chill, and we've been talking on the phone almost every day ever since, but I can't help but feeling like she only sees me as a friend. There's just no romantic vibe at all.

Tommy: Maybe cause she met you at a Prince concert?

Zack: Come on guys, I'm serious.

Jason: No really, you sure she knows you like girls?

Tommy: You do like girls, right?

Zack: Yes and of course yes. You know what, never mind. There's no talking to you guys.

Jason: We're just pulling your leg Zack, no need to get your panties in a twist.

Zack: (Sighs) She heard the storm hit Angel Grove pretty hard and she wants to stop by for a minute to see if I'm okay.

Jason: Well there you go, that's a good sign.

Zack: You wanna come with me and you can give me advice on the way there? Maybe stick around for a few minutes?

Jason: Can't you handle talking to a girl alone?

Tommy: Clearly he can't. The guy brought flash cards to our double date with Hannah last week in case the conversation stalled.

Jason: Geez. I thought you people were supposed to be smooth?

Zack: ...what do you mean "you people?"

Jason: Well I mean...

Zack: ...black people?

Jason: No, no, not at all... I mean... well...

(He laughs awkwardly, trying in vain to diffuse the situation.)

Tommy: This is starting to sound pretty racist.

Jason: I'm not racist. I was complimenting them.

Tommy: Oh boy.

Zack: "Them?" You're so racist...

Jason: I'm not racist.

Zack: It's all starting to make sense now. You know how I know you're racist? It was your idea to call off the search for a Latino boy, to come here and play video games.

Jason: Yeah, well... you know how I know you're racist? You assume every white guy who says something you don't like is racist.

Zack: You know how I know you're racist? When Jesse Jackson ran for president, your dad wore a shirt that said "Keep the WHITE in the White House."

Jason: How is that racist?!

Zack: That's extremely racist!

Jason: Oh come on, you're race baiting now.

Zack: No I'm not.

Jason: Yes, you are.

Zack: Fine, whatever. So are you gonna come with me or not? I gotta meet her at the bus stop in 20.

Jason: Yeah, why not.

(Jason and Zack casually drop the argument and head for the front door to meet Aisha, completely abandon the search for Robbie that wasn't taken seriously to begin with.)