(We begin today's episode in the busy halls of Angel Grove High. There we find Kimberly, in a brief calm before the storm known as the school day begins. She packs what she needs for her next class, then eyes a motivational picture of a gymnast taped to the inside of her locker door. She smiles, places her hand over it, then notices an old picture of Tommy beneath it. With a mixture of longing and discomfort, she shuts the door and tries to turn away from those feelings.)
Tommy: Hey!
Kimberly: (Startled) Oh my god!
(Unwittingly, Tommy pops up behind her.)
Kimberly: Tommy, why are you creeping up on me like that?
Tommy: Sorry. How are you?
Kimberly: I'm okay.
Tommy: I need you to do me a favor.
Kimberly: Okay?
Tommy: I need you to have a girl's night with Aisha tonight. I'm trying to smooth things over with her Adam and Rocky since the whole pizza party thing.
Kimberly: You mean when you threw them a pizza party, but forgot to invite them?
Tommy: Yeah.
Kimberly: I'm sorry, I can't. I've got a ton of homework. On top of that, I have practice later on with the girls. We have a qualifying competition to the regionals next weekend.
Tommy: That's too bad... (Sighs) Hey, speaking of the girls, have you... been asking them to talk to me?
(Kimberly looks at him with a puzzled look on her face. Tommy tilts his head upwards to cue a flashback of him at the school cafeteria. He's having lunch, when he's approached by Hilary.)
Hilary: Hey.
Tommy: (Muffled) Hey...
Hillary: So I hear you and Kimberly are on a break?
Tommy: (Swallows) Yeah.
Hillary: Aw, that's too bad. You wanna talk about it over at my place?
Tommy: No. I'm... still with Kim. We're just on a break.
Hillary: (Grins) Good.
Tommy: Good?
Hillary: That was a test. Should be celebrate you passing over at my place?
Tommy: Alright!
Robbie: Aherm...
(Tommy tilts his head back to look at Kimberly with an accusatory stare.)
Kimberly: (Shrugs) I don't know what you're talking about.
Tommy: Hmm. Well I'm hanging out with Adam later for a spar. I've also got Billy tutoring Rocky...
(On cue, Rocky and Billy pass by – the latter holding a textbook.)
Billy: Okay so if one ticket gives me a one in eight million chance of winning the state lottery, how many would you need to buy in order to improve my odds by a third?
Rocky: Why would I buy lottery tickets when I can watch it on TV for free?
Tommy: I tried setting him up with Robbie, but he was really against that for some reason.
Kimberly: That's weird. I wonder why.
(On cue, Hannah walks by, strutting as if she owns the hallways. Hilary and Lindsay follow behind passing around fliers to those they pass by.)
Hilary: Vote Hannah for junior prom queen.
Lindsay: Vote Hannah for prom queen!
(As they campaign for their clique leader, Robbie approaches. He stops right in front of Hannah.)
Hannah: Hello.
Robbie: Hey.
Lindsay: Are you voting Hannah for prom queen?
Robbie: No thanks.
Hannah: Why not?
Robbie: (Shrugs) It doesn't matter who I vote for. They're all out to screw the world anyway.
(Robbie snatches one of the fliers with Hannah's picture on it.)
Robbie: Case and point.
Hannah: I'll have you know I have a lot of great qualities that make me a fit for junior prom queen.
Robbie: Oh yeah?
Hannah: Yeah. I'm kind, compassionate, charismatic, and I treat everyone here with the respect they deserve. I'm also having this conversation, so clearly I'm good with animals.
(Robbie doesn't reply, but instead looks at her with a contained smirk. Hannah holds eye contact with him, but then blows right by him.)
Hannah: Whatever. I don't have time for this. Let's go girls.
Lindsay: Vote Hannah.
Robbie: ...
(Robbie watches Hannah and her crew walk, then turns briefly to Kim and Tommy before walking away.)
Kimberly: If they didn't hate each other so much, I'd say they're perfect for each other.
Tommy: Nah. (Turns back to Kimberly) So anyway, that's a no for Aisha?
Kimberly: Yeah... I'm sorry. Another time maybe?
Tommy: (Sighs) Yeah, alright.
(Defeated, Tommy slings his backpack over his shoulders and walks away. Later in class however, he tries again with somebody else.)
Billy: I-I don't understand, Rocky. Aren't racecar beds for children?
Rocky: It says five and up.
Billy: Yeah?
Rocky: I'm up.
Robbie: (To Tommy) Sorry I can't tonight. I have plans.
Tommy: C'mon man. I'm with Adam tonight. Aisha can't be more painful to be with than Adam.
Robbie: (Shrugs) Not unless she sits on me.
Tommy: Alright that's another thing. You have got to stop with the fat jokes. They're not helping.
Robbie: What? She knows I'm kidding.
Tommy: I don't think she does. Just cool it, okay?
(As they speak, the door swings open. Adam walks through, then holds the door for Ms. Appleby. She has a large stack of manila envelopes in her hand. Adam then takes a seat next to Rocky, which pulls his attention away from Billy for a momentary respite. Billy turns toward Tommy, looking like death.)
Billy: (Exhales) Aye, ya, yai...
Tommy: What's up Alpha? How's the new friendship budding?
Billy: I... just don't know what to say. This guy's... a real piece of work. We haven't had a single conversation where crumbs aren't flying out of his mouth.
Tommy: That bad?
Billy: Worse. I mean, he's a nice guy. But jeez. How did he make it this far? Did he not get left back?
Tommy: I don't think so. Although he did mention taking a year off after the fifth grade to "unwind."
Billy: (Sighs) ...
Robbie: Why'd you even agree to tutor him in the first place? I mean you know he's a man child.
Billy: I don't know. I guess I thought I was up for the challenge. I take pride in my intelligence, and my ability to impart wisdom.
Robbie: Hmm...
(Before Robbie responds, Adam leans his head forward to get Tommy's attention.)
Adam: Hey guys. Tommy, we still on for later?
Tommy: Yeah of course. Hey, you don't mind if Aisha tags along, right?
Adam: Aisha? She's visiting her friend Tara in Stone Canyon. She's been gone all week, man.
Tommy: Oh... right.
Adam: (Raises an eyebrow) You haven't noticed?
(Before that conversation devolves any further, Ms. Appleby takes the floor.)
Ms. Appleby: Okay class, can I have your attention? Before we begin today I have a special treat for you all. (Lifts envelopes) I've got back your SAT scores!
Kimberly: Oh boy.
Rocky: Looks like it's do or die time.
Ms. Appleby: Now, now. Don't start to panic. The SAT's may very well decide the course of your academic careers and in turn your futures. But it's only a test. Even if you don't do well, you'll all survive. There's an option for everyone.
(Bulk is heard snickering from the back.)
Bulk: Hear that Robbie? If school doesn't work out, you can always join the circus. They're always hiring clowns.
Robbie: I hear they're looking for elephants too.
(Tommy darts a look at Robbie.)
Robbie: What?! That's not Aisha!
(Ms. Appleby starts passing back the large envelopes as tension starts to build in the room.)
Kimberly: Oh my god, I'm so nervous.
Tommy: Don't be. I'm sure you did great, Kim.
Kimberly: My mom did spent a ton of money on test prep. I pretty much have to do great.
Billy: (Receives his envelope) Well, here goes nothing.
(All together, the ranger teens open up their envelopes and look inside. And almost in unison they find... pretty much what they expected.)
Kimberly: Oh... that's not bad I guess.
Adam: Yeah. About what I thought.
Tommy: I can get in a good school with this.
Adam: I didn't crush it per se... but... alright.
(Bulk and skull open up their envelopes and have trouble reading their scores.)
Skull: Hey Bulky what's up with these numbers? Why isn't it graded from A to F like all other tests?
Bulk: The SAT's are graded differently, dingus.
Skull: Okay... so what do these scores mean?
Bulk: ...
(Bulk struggles to gauge the numbers, when Robbie leans over and glances at their scores.)
Robbie: That's about what you'd expect from cops.
(Bulk and Skull turn back to one another.)
Bulk and Skull: (Hi-five) Alright!
Kimberly: What about you Robbie? What did you score?
Robbie: I don't know. I haven't opened it.
Kimberly: What? Why not?
Robbie: Knowing my luck, there's probably an application for Charbucks stapled to my scores. And I already work there. So there's no need to bother.
Kimberly: Oh come on. I'm sure it's not that bad. I'm sure you'll find a decent school.
Robbie: ...
Kimberly: Want me to open it for you?
(Without responding, Robbie simply hands over his envelope. She opens it up.)
Kimberly: Oh my goodness.
Robbie: That low?
Kimberly: No! These scores are incredible!
Billy: What?!
Robbie: You mean I passed?
Kimberly: I'll say you did. A 2350!
Billy: What?!
Robbie: Let me see!
(He takes it.)
Billy: Robbie?!
Adam: (Laughs) Robbie couldn't pass kidney stones.
Robbie: I don't believe it I passed! I passed! I passed the SAT's!
Tommy: Yeah with a near perfect score. Great job Robbie!
Kimberly: Yeah, you've really worked hard to get yourself to this point.
Billy: ...
Ms. Appleby: You certainly have Roberto. You've come a long, long way from the young teen with an attitude that first walked into this classroom three years ago. A round of applause, everyone.
(The classroom fills with applause for Robbie scores as Ms. Appleby beams proudly.)
Robbie: I don't believe it. This is... this like one of those things you post on the fridge, huh? I'm gonna need some magnets. And a fridge.
Billy: (In shock) Well done Robbie. You... really surprised us all.
Robbie: Thanks man. Hey I'm sure you managed to top me though, right?
(Billy glances down at his results sheet. A tear rolls down his face...)
Billy: ...Not exactly.
(On the moon, Zedd looks on with amusement.)
Lord Zedd: Aww the poor blue ranger failed his test. He even got outshined by the burn out. How delightful!
(He turns to face his crew, though speaking to no one in particular.)
Lord Zedd: With the so called genius's self-confidence at an all-time low, there's no telling what we'll be able to accompli--
Master Vile: (Scoff) Childs play. Quit wasting your time with petty squabbles. Phase two of my master plan is underway.
Lord Zedd: Phase two? What happened to phase one?
Master Vile: What happened? I powered up your Tenga warriors. Are you blind behind those visors, son?
Lord Zedd: Oh. On the contrary. I saw the Tengas get annihilated by the rangers. I saw them get run over by a train. I saw with my eyes that even the great Master Vile isn't immune to a convenient plot device. The same plot device by the way, which just tanked his SATs!
Master Vile: Enough with the petty plans I say. And that was one small army sent as a test. I have a plan to overwhelm their forces. Their cute little metallic armor won't put a dent in our numbers when the time comes.
(Vile turns to the crew, and speaks to them directly.)
Master Vile: But now. Now I shift my focus onto my generals.
"Yes master."
Master Vile: With a supersized army I will need supersized men to run them.
Lord Zedd: Oh? And how do you plan on that? You gonna have them follow the warthogs diet and add an extra order of fries in every Happy Meal.
Penn: Your jokes are so cheap, they come free with my Happy Meal.
Master Vile: I'm gonna give six of my men a Zeo Crystal, You know, the Zeo crystals that your girl failed to obtain. And that was before she tried to obtain the power coins and failed!
Rita: Could you two please stop arguing?
(A visibly pregnant Rita waddles in.)
Lord Zedd: Rita, you should really stay off your fe--
Rita: Don't tell me what to do!
Lord Zedd: ...
Rita: Uh... sorry. Hormones.
Master Vile: (Mutters) Can't control his wife but thinks he can control an army...
Rita: We need to work together and stop pointing fingers. Now Katherine may not have brought us the Zeo crystals, but she's close to the humans. She might know who has them.
Master Vile: Then bring her to me.
Rita: Oh no. Not after that little stunt you tried to pull last time. She's not talking to you. Over my dead, bloated body.
Master Vile: Relax. No one said that I would be the one talking to her. I'm not the interrogator type. (Turns to the crew) But I know who is...
(Later in the day, Billy returns home. Still stunned by what happened earlier, he says very little and participates even less in the classroom. Once in his room he lays in bed staring at the ceiling. "How could this have happened?" He thinks to himself. "I've built a flying car, I can't pass a test?" It just doesn't compute to him. It make so little sense, especially since the SAT didn't seem so difficult to him, that he begins to question his confidence in his own intelligence.)
Billy: Am I really the "smart one" after all?
(Billy takes so much pride in his intelligence, that he's accepted that as his distinguishing feature within the confines of the team. "They'd all be dead without me." He once said. Would they? He turns to his test scores that are lying beside him and wonders if it's truly Rocky's fault that he couldn't be tutored earlier. Without his intelligence, what does he have? He's not as cool as Aisha or as good a fighter as Tommy. He doesn't have the awkward charm of Rocky and he's not...)
Billy: Robbie...
(Like a flash from the past, previous emotions he's once bottled away come flying back. Robbie, the one who puts half the effort but somehow gets everything Billy wants but doesn't have. Robbie, the one who took Trini from under his nose. Robbie, the one who cuts class and brags about it got a near perfect score on the SAT. This is an outrage. In a just world, this would not be allowed. Billy has worked so hard to get to where he's at with a meticulously detailed plan for the future, and just like that, Robbie gets it and he doesn't.)
Billy: (Gets up from bed) What's the point?! Why do I even bother to be me?!
(Trying everything in his life and getting nothing from it, Billy decides it's time for a change. If Robbie is getting everything he wants, he will just have to try and be like Robbie. Billy rises from his bed, and tosses the planet shaped throw pillow he was cuddling. Bad to the Bone by ZZ Top fades in as a backdrop to Billy's transformation. He knocks over the books on his shelf then turns around and throws his school work and science projects in the trash. The giant, previously ripped poster of Albert Einstein with his tongue out is ripped down again and ripped apart. Finally, Billy rips off his glasses, finds the ugliest, most tattered jacket he can find and heads for the streets.)
Billy: ...
(Rejuvenated, Billy marches down the street with a new found swagger. Even the inner city grit doesn't stop him from feeling like the baddest man on the block. That is, until he spots a group of young black teens approaching him from the opposite end of the block. Suddenly, Billy feels a thirst that needs immediate quenching from a local cafe... across the street. He waits for them to pass him by before leaving again. Before that happens though, he's tapped aggressively on the shoulder.)
Billy: Don't hurt me!!
Robbie: What are you doing here?
(Billy's unwittingly entered Robbie's café, Charbucks. Robbie is in street clothes, as if he is ready to leave for the day.)
Billy: Robbie?
(Robbie eyes his attire and rolls his eyes.)
Robbie: Didn't we do this already? What do you want?
Billy: Uh... I want you to teach me to be like you.
Robbie: What?
Billy: Teach me to be like you. I'm no longer fit to be the smart one of the group. My academic prospects just tanked while yours simultaneously spiked. Teach me to be a cynical, sarcastic, carefree, anti-social hooligan.
Robbie: Oh come one Billy, don't be stupid.
Billy: No. I want to be stupid. Show me.
Robbie: ...
Billy: My whole life I've dedicated myself to my studies. I've missed out on so many important milestones just trying to get the best grades possible. I've missed out on dances. I've lost out on friendships, forgone romantic relationships...
Robbie: Yeah I'm sure that's what did it.
Billy: And it was all for naught. I won't get into Harvard and win a Nobel Prize for science. I won't even go to Dartmouth and be some crummy engineer.
Robbie: Isn't Dartmouth a wizardry school?
Billy: Yes! More of that please. Show me your ways. I want to just let go of everything and just aim low.
Robbie: I really don't have time for this.
Billy: Please, just some quick hints. What should I angle for? Ignorance or apathy?
Robbie: I don't know, and I don't care.
Billy: Please, Robbie, please.
Robbie: Fine. You really want to be like me?
Billy: Yeah.
Robbie: You want to just let go of everything and withdraw into a sea of self-hatred and despair?
Billy: Uh-huh. Where do I start?
Robbie: Put your hand against your face. I'll show you what I do when I'm feeling down.
Billy: Okay.
(He presses his palm firmly against his own face, just before Robbie smacks it.)
Billy: ARRRG.
Robbie: I'm leaving. I have someplace to be.
Billy: Arg. Wait, where are you going? Are you selling dope?
Robbie: Go. Away.
(Robbie storms out of the café as Billy chases behind. Meanwhile back on the moon, Katherine the human plant for Rita and Zedd, enters a cold, dark and cloudy room. There's only chair to sit on under an out of place spotlight. Nervous as she is, Katherine is at least thankful to see Rita's face as she enters. )
Katherine: Empress Rita...
Rita: Katherine. Come right in. Have a seat.
(She calmly does so and sits beside Rita.)
Katherine: Okay. Is everything alright?
Rita: I hope so.
Katherine: Did I do something wrong?
"I'll ask the questions here."
(A chilling, echoing voice appears out of nowhere, then slowly followed by loud footsteps. A towering figure appears out of the darkness. A giant humanoid alligator in green camouflage pants and a cut off beige top appears. He appears to be smoking a cigar on the lips of a perpetually mean scowl. He gets right to it.)
InterroGator: Remember the Zeo crystals you failed to dig up?
Rita: You don't need to answer that.
Katherine: Yes. And I spoke with Mr. Vile, I'm very sorry...
InterroGator: They are no longer where we found them.
Katherine: O-okay?
InterroGator: You wouldn't happen to know where they went?
Katherine: N-no.
Rita: You're not being accused of anything dear. Don't worry. Would you like some water?
InterroGator: You wouldn't hide anything from us. Would you?
Katherine: Absolutely not. I've sworn my allegiance to Rita and Zedd.
InterroGator: But not to Master Vile.
Katherine: ...
InterroGator: It was a task he sent you on. He heard rave reviews about your work with them, yet you convenient failed in doing the first thing he asked you to do.
Katherine: It was an accident! I swear!
InterroGator: What about you failing to obtain the power coins? Was that an accident too?
Katherine: Wha- I... that's not fair. Master Vile changed the plan on me. He admits it himself.
InterroGator: So you do have something against him then?
Katherine: What... I do... (Looks up) Rita?
Rita: (Grimacing) Hold on sweetie. Stomach cramps...
InterroGator: You didn't take them?! You didn't lie and keep them for your own selfish benefit? Or perhaps you're in collusion with the power rangers.
Katherine: No!
InterroGator: You didn't lie to Master Vile? Cause many men have. None are around to talk about it.
Katherine: I swear to you I didn't take them. Please god. I didn't take them.
(He eyes her menacingly... then backs off.)
InterroGator: Alright. She's clean.
Katherine: ...what?
(Almost on cue, the lights come on.)
InterroGator: You're good. I've made stronger warriors than you confess to things they didn't commit. You're okay.
Katherine: ...okay? Th-thank you.
InterroGator: You wouldn't happen to know about where they are, right?
Katherine: No idea. The last I saw them was when I was ducking the car that nearly killed me. It was driven by the brown ranger. He was with some girl.
Rita: The brown ranger?! The rangers might already have them then. We need to tell my dad!
(Rita rushes out of the room to begin a hunt for Robbie and the "girl" Katherine referenced. Strangely enough, Robbie is with that very girl right now, both sitting on the hood of her pink Corvette somewhere deep in the woods. She's yattering away while Robbie vaguely appears to be listening.)
Hannah: ...then I realized you don't usually celebrate birthdays on the day you were conceived. So then I knew something was up.
Robbie: Uh-huh.
Hannah: Ugh. I was so depressed after it happened. But not like depressed enough to be a good painter or whatever. I was just really sad. I even went to church for the first time in years to try and talk to someone. I mean, I used to be very, very religious.
Robbie: Then what?
Hannah: Then I read the bible. No. Thank you. But I mean I'm like spiritual. I also can't like, sit through mass. I don't know. You ever hear someone talk, and then half way through you wish you weren't alive anymore?
Robbie: Yep.
Hannah: But I mean I've tried talking to people. My friends, family... I can't really talk to my therapist about it though. Because I mean... he is my therapist.
Robbie: Wow.
Hannah: Yeah. (Sighs) Oh my god. You must think I'm a total weirdo. Listen to me just talking about me and my problems. Alright, enough about that. What's new with you?
Robbie: (Shrugs) I don't know. Not much. I got a good score on my SATs.
Hannah: That's fantastic. What did you get?
Robbie: Uh... 2350?
Hannah: What? You're kidding, right?
Robbie: Nope.
(He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the results sheet from his exam. She takes it from and studies it.)
Hannah: I don't believe it. This is... amazing. Robbie this is nearly a perfect score. You can go anywhere. Harvard, Yale, Colombia. Presidents come from those schools. Did I mention how attractive you are?
Robbie: Thanks. I was kinda excited too at first. But I mean I can't really afford any kind of college. Much less a Harvard or Yale.
Hannah: (Smirks) Robbie. You're Hispanic. These schools fantasize about putting you in their brochures. You'd get in on a full scholarship for sure.
Robbie: You think so?
Hannah: Duh.
Robbie: Okay... You know I never really thought about going to college before today. I wouldn't even know what I would study. Or where to begin applying.
Hannah: Oh my god, this is gonna be so exciting. I'm totally gonna clean you up and make you legit. I'll be like Michelle Pfeiffer in that movie where she teaches in the ghetto.
(Hannah starts rubbing his back as Robbie starts to think about all of the doors that now appear to be open to him that were once closed. Perhaps now though he thinks, he can actually make something of himself. The feeling is so exciting and overwhelming to him that he can hardly put it into words.)
Robbie: Be right back. I gotta take a wiz.
Hannah: Kay.
(Robbie jumps off her hood and tosses the drink in his hand.)
Hannah: Hurry up. I gotta meet the girls soon.
(He walks deep into the woods. Hannah reaches into her purse and pulls out a small mirror to fix herself up. Shortly after though, she hears some rustling in front of her. She figures its Robbie.)
Hannah: Back so soon?
(Then she puts down the mirror...)
"On the contrary my dear. I'm just in time."
(The Kat Burglar appears in front of her, back for this very specific task.)
Hannah: (Gasps) Oh my god! Who are you? What do you want?
Kat Burglar: Who I am is not important. But the Master wishes to speak to you, so what I want, is you.
(He points at her. At that exact moment, Tenga warriors appear behind her and grab her by the arms.)
Hannah: Oh my god. Robbie!!! Robbie help!!
Kat Burglar: He can't help you where you're going.
Hannah: Robbie please!! Help me!
Robbie: Hannah!!
Kat Burglar: Hahahahahaha!
(Robbie hears her cries for help and rushes back in. But it's too late. The Kat Burglar, Hannah and the Tengas vanish. Leaving behind only the belongings in her purse, which spill on the floor. On the moon, Zedd looks on, surprised with the ease of the kidnapping.)
Lord Zedd: Huh? Looks like that littler breath isn't totally useless after all.
Master Vile: Within their elements, my men are masters at their craft.
Lord Zedd: I'm still not sold. Send her to the pit with the gator. Let's see if he lives up to his reputation. Or if he's just another croc like the rest of them.
(Back on earth, Robbie has quickly summoned most of the team into the command center. However he's struggling to explain the circumstances around Hannah's kidnapping without spilling the beans.)
Tommy: So... explain to us again exactly what happened.
Robbie: So, I was on my way to work. When the Tengas attacked me.
Adam: Why were you in the woods?
Robbie: I had to take a leak.
Tommy: But you were a mile in.
Robbie: I... got lost?
Rocky: Okay. So why don't you tell us all why Hannah was there?
Robbie: (Shrugs) I don't know. She was probably hooking up with some guy. You know Hannah.
Tommy: ...alright. That checks out.
Billy: Indeed.
Adam: Yep.
Billy: Uh... I mean... sure. (Shrugs) Whatever.
(A noticeably dressed down Billy with disheveled hair corrects his own language.)
Robbie: Where is everyone? Why don't we have a full team here?
Zordon: Aisha is currently visiting a friend in Stone Canyon, which is out of our communicators' reach.
Robbie: So we can talk from the moon, but the next town is out of reach. Right. And Kim?
Zordon: Alpha has been trying to get in contact with Kimberly, but thus far has been unsuccessful.
(Robbie shakes his head in disgust.)
Tommy: What I don't understand is what Master Vile even wants with Hannah. I mean, last week it was Katherine. Remember when I...
Billy: (Cut him off) Man, this ain't about you or your problems! "Tommy" ain't the center of the universe, so hands off the main plot!
Robbie: Thank you.
Tommy: Uh... I was just wonder what was up with the random kidnappings.
Zordon: These kidnappings are anything but random, Tommy. Do not assume Master Vile doesn't have a plan. We may not understand it, but he never acts without purpose. Alpha, have you pin down her coordinates?
Alpha: I'm trying to pin point her... Got it! Sending you the coordinates.
Zordon: Just as I feared, your friend has been taken to the McGuffin Caverns in an alternate dimension.
Robbie: Whoa. She's not my friend, alright? We just so happened to run into each other.
Adam: An alternate dimension? How do we get there?
(Almost instinctively Tommy turns to Billy, recalling something from the past.)
Tommy: Didn't Billy create a device that travels through different dimensions? Wouldn't that work?
Zordon: That device only travels to and from Rita's dark dimension. So unfortunately it would not work in this situation.
Billy: Of course it won't. Cause I'm a stupid, stupid man.
Tommy: O...kay?
Zordon: We will need to create a separate device that will travel to the coordinates that Alpha found.
Alpha: We will also need to find the correct location to travel from.
Tommy: I can do that. (Turns to the others) We should all go. Billy, you can stay behind and create that new device.
(Billy shakes his head.)
Billy: No can do.
Tommy: What?
Billy: Robbie's the smart one now, not me. I'm just a low down, good for nothing loser that plays by his own rules and smells of trees for some reason.
Tommy: Are you still on the SAT scores, Billy? That test doesn't erase all the amazing work you've done.
Adam: Yeah, and Robbie's good scores don't suddenly make him the smart one here. That's preposterous. I mean you created a flying car for Pete's sake.
Billy: ...I did build a flying car.
Tommy: Yeah man. You're like what, 17? You're a pioneer.
Billy: ...I am aren't I?
Rocky: Yeah! I tank tests all the time. Doesn't make me an idiot.
(Billy pauses.)
Billy: ...Forget it. No. I can't do it.
(Everyone collectively groans.)
Zordon: Then we will have to go to our next best option.
(His eyes direct to one other person...)
Zordon: Robbie, can you create this device?
(Stunned by the vow of confidence by Zordon, yet frustrated with everyone else, Robbie knows that in order to guarantee Hannah's safety, he must do the work himself. Slowly, he steps forward, then nods.)
Robbie: I got this.
Adam: A-are you sure? I mean I can try to build it if you want.
Alpha: I'm sorry Adam, what did you score on the SAT?
(Adam doesn't reply.)
Robbie: It's fine. Besides, how difficult can it be?
Zordon: The rest of you will be needed to help find the best location for teleportation. It is somewhere in the rocky hills.
(A large, Geiger counter-like device magically appears in Tommy's hands.)
Zordon: This device should help you. You should hear loud clicking noises the closer you get to the coordinates.
Tommy: Alright.
(The team gets in formation to morph. Robbie leans over to whisper in Billy's ear.)
Robbie: Think I could borrow the keys to your garage? My mom's boyfriend is using the only lab in our apartment.
Billy: (Sighs) ...sure.
Zordon: Good luck then rangers, and may the power protect you.
Tommy: It's morphin time!
"White ranger power!"
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Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Robbie Chronicles - Volume 3
FanfictionWith his closest allies gone post power transfer, Robbie adjusts to not only his new role on the team, but to the realization that he must now stand on his own.
