Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Dec 11, 2010 2:34 pm
Might Morphing Power Rangers Turbo: The Lost Episode
This story, including the prelude, is a work of fiction. It contains accounts of a minor being tickled by literary being. All characters presented within are the property of Saban Entertainment, and although they are not used with permission, the writer is using them under artistic licence. None of the following events actually occurred in the storyline
Prelude
When the new young night janitor happened across the scripts in one of the garbage cans at Fox Studios; unshredded, he tucked them into his coveralls to take home and read. It was obviously a rejected submission; no one was going to mind his taking it, and even at seventeen, he still loved the show, Power Rangers. Later, at home, he read it over, and was sorely disappointed that the episode would never be made. He tucked it away, saving it for himself.
A year later, the young man had quit his job in the custodial department, since he had been offered an internship in the Fox Writing department. With his increase in pay, he was able to move to a much better apartment. He had just gotten his essentials unpacked in the new place (couch, TV, phone, microwave, computer), and sat down to rest and watch TV. Fox was playing their newest incarnation of Power Rangers, Power Rangers In Space. The young man frowned at it. When the new series started up, his favourite character had been culled from the team. He switched off the TV, rather than listening to Alpha 6 go �Aye-yi-yi� for a half hour, and went back to his unpacking.
As chances would have it, the next box he opened contained that script he had found when he was a janitor. The script that had happened to feature that very character, his favourite character, in a most delightful predicament. The young man gleefully leaped into his chair and booted up his computer. Not much more unpacked occurred over the next day or so, since he spent most of his time converting the screenplay script into this narrative, with a few embellishments of his own; for you see, he happened across this site on the internet called Teen Tickling Australia�
�Why can�t we stop those blasted Rangers!!� screamed Divatox as she stamped around the control room of her sub-ship.
��Cause they keep stopping us from stopping them?� volunteered her idiot nephew, Elgar.
�Shut up, you idiot!� she shot back at him. Her disturbingly long, serpentine tongue shot out and snapped off the corner of the control panel next to the bald creature.
�Yeow!!� he yelped, jumping back.
�If they didn�t have all five Zords, they couldn�t form the Turbo MegaZord to stop our giant monsters,� came a gravelly voice from behind the pirate queen.
�We�ve tried that already, Rygog,� she snapped back at the heavily armoured henchman. �Those blasted Rangers have always managed to get their Zords free of our control.�
�Perhaps our mistake was in trying to keep a Zord hostage,� interrupted a figure in a huge, round diving suit. �Why not take a Ranger captive instead?�
�Because they will just Morph and make a bloody mess of my ship, Porto!�
�But what if they can�t Morph?�
That statement stopped Divatox mid-rant.
�Come here, my Queen,� the evil technician continued, pointing at his display screen. It showed a picture of the Rangers in their civilian guise, Morphing into their armour.
�You see, they need the TurboMorphers, and their Keys to change, and if we were to get one or both of those from a Ranger, then he or she would be helpless.�
�Good idea,� Divatox said brightly as she roughly patted Porto on his back; a little to roughly, since she knocked him forward onto the deck, as she turned to face her minions.
�So, which Ranger?� she asked.
�The Blue Ranger,� said Elgar as he looked through the periscope of the sub.
�Actually, that is a very good idea, my Queen,� answered Rygog, looking at the idiotic Elgar in surprise. �The Blue Mountain Blaster Zord forms the torso of the MegaZord, and there is no way that they could form up without it.
�Elgar,� Divatox said sweetly as she walked towards the periscope that Elgar still stared into. �Have you actually found a brain cell to put in that big empty cone you call a head?�
�Huh?� He asked, looking away from the scope, and over at the woman.
�Why did you suggest the Blue Ranger?� she yelled at him in her most tolerant bellow.
�I didn�t!� he proclaimed. �I just said that there he was now!�
Divatox elbowed her nephew out of the way, sending him crashing to the floor, as she stared into the scope.
�Summon the Pirhanatrons! And Porto, get that WaterWing monster up there as well!�
Divatox chuckled evilly as she watched the scene through the visor.
�My dear little Justin, Blue Ranger Justin; how nice of you to be so conveniently near, and so conveniently alone, just when we have decided to invite you for a visit�
This early in the morning, there was no one at the beach. Justin revelled in the solitude as he spread out his stuff on the sand. He wanted to get an early start on his tan this summer, and since his time as summer school last year had brought him more than up to par with the high school students that the precocious twelve year old shared the classroom with, this summer was his to enjoy.
After applying the sunscreen to every part of his body that wasn�t covered by his cutoff jean shorts, he moved down to the water, to wet back his long brown hair.
He didn�t notice the Pirhanatron that teleported in behind him, and started rummaging through his tote bag. In mere moments, it had found the Blue Turbokey, and teleported away with it.
He was back laying down, sunning himself, when he heard a distressingly familiar gurgling sound. Drowsily, he looked up to find himself surrounded my Pirhanatrons and one of Divatox�s monsters. He scrambled to his feet, but before he could grab his communicator from his bag, he was grabbed. The strange monster, with multiple wings that seemed to have feathers made of water crystal. It made a gesture, and a thick tendril of water emerged from the lake, and a glowing door opened in the tip of it. Divatox�s minions bore the helpless, screaming Justin through the door and disappeared.
It wasn�t until much later that the Power Rangers discovered that Justin was missing. A group of Pirhanitrons attacked in the city center, along with a monster that was getting the better of them with high-powered jet of water and crystalline missiles launched from its many wings. They were forced to retreat, allowing the evil Divatox�s minions to complete their installation of a device on the town fountain. They weren�t sure what it was going to do, but Alpha 6 was able to find out that it had a twenty-four hour timer, and a force field protecting it.
They turned their immediate attention to the fact that Justin hadn�t answered his communicator. They finally tracked his communicator down, washing in at the edge of the lake. The four teens blanched, thinking that perhaps Justin had gone swimming alone, and drowned. They found his tote bag, and moving to a discrete location, they sadly teleported back to the Power Chamber.
�Tah dah!!� exclaimed Elgar, striding proudly into the control room of Divatox�s ship. He held Justin�s Power Key before him triumphantly.
�Give me that, you klutz, before you��
Sure enough, Elgar tripped over a cable on the floor, and the key went skittering under one of the banks of equipment.
�No, you idiot!� barked Porto. �I wanted to study that key! Perhaps we can figure out a way to block the other Rangers� Powers by examining that one!�
�Aw, c�mon tubby,� retorted Elgar, getting up, �it�s just a key. All we wanted was to make sure that the brat doesn�t have it.�
�Oh, don�t get your window all fogged up, Porto,� Divatox said coquettishly, stroking the metal rim of the porthole that his face hid behind. �Wouldn�t you much rather have little Justin�s Turbo Morpher?�
�Well, of course, my Lady, but we can�t get that unless he voluntarily summons it up!�
�Don�t you worry your little pressure-suited head, dear Porto,� the statuesque woman said in a pouty voice, patting her scientist on the head. �I think little Justin will be more than thrilled to give me his Morpher � after a little � coaxing.�
Justin struggled, but to no avail. The Pirhanitrons had bound him with thick black cables, that were still flexible enough to loop around his small wrists and ankles quite effectively. He had been dropped on some sort of lounging couch in Divatox�s own chambers with his ankles tied together crossed, and his hands tied tightly behind his back with another loop of cable around his waist, securing his hands in the small of his back. The gurgling beasts then went into a flurry of activity as they wrapped loop after loop of the cable around the twelve year old�s body, and the couch, effectively making him look like a mummy with only his head and bare feet showing.
Young Justin had been a Power Ranger much longer than the teenaged J.T., Ashley, Cassie and Carlos had, so he was a bit more used to facing personal danger than they were, but in this situation, he may as well have been just any ordinary kid off the street for what he could do. Justin like have some control over his situation; that was one of the reasons he had gotten into tinkering around, making neat little gadgets for himself and the others, so he could have some more control over his environment. But now, his options consisted entirely of one single thing � remain here, near totally immobilized, and wait to see what Divatox was going to do with him. The overwhelming helplessness and hopelessness of his bondage started to bring tears of fear and frustration to his eyes.
He desperately tried to blink away the signs of his watery eyes when he heard the door open. Divatox strode in, with Rygog at her heels.
�W-What are you going to do to me, Divatox?� the boy demanded in what he hoped sounded like a brave voice.
�What? Other than kidnap you and tie you up?� teased the woman as she seated herself on a plush chair next to him. She playfully tweaked Justin�s nose, causing the boy to shake his head away, wrinkling his nose and protesting.
�Real mature, you witch!� Justin retorted, his anger stirred by the humiliating assault she had given him. �What, are you so afraid of me that you have to wrap me head to toe so I won�t kick all your butts?�
�Oh, no,� Divatox replied mildly, �There are other reasons for that. Speaking of which, if you would just be so kind as to surrender your Turbo-Morpher, we can release you to more comfortable accommodations during your prolonged visit on my ship.
Even if Justin wanted to summon his Morpher now, he was completely incapable of twisting his left wrist to do it. And what good would that do? Without his Key, he couldn�t Morph, and if he didn�t summon it, then Divatox�s little science nerd, Porto, couldn�t get his hands on it.
�No way, Divatox!� he exclaimed boldly.
�Oh well,� she sighed happily, �I was rather hoping that you would choose the hard way. The tall woman stood up an pulled the chair over to the foot of the couch, and sat down so that she was looking up Justin�s immobilized body and into the boy�s eyes. She wiggled the clawed fingers of her right hand in a graceful cascade, and started lowering her hand towards�
�my feet!! Justin realized in a flash. He looked down nervously as he started writhing his toes. Only Justin�s father knew just how insanely ticklish his feet were; so much so, that Mr. Stewart would usually relent after mere seconds on those odd times when he�d managed to catch his son barefoot and vulnerable.
Divatox inwardly rejoiced when Justin�s frantic negative head shaking confirmed that her �coaxing� technique would be effective. Of all the traits common to humans, ticklishness was one of the ones she found most entertaining � especially in young humans like Justin. When her plan succeeded, and she completed her first phase of conquering the Earth, she would make sure to have easy access to a group of youngsters that she could periodically tickle when she was having a particularly irksome day (which could be any day that irritating Elgar was around!)
�Last chance, Justin,� Divatox cooed, her talons just tapping the round, fleshy tips of young Justin�s toes, causing the boy to flinch uncomfortably.
�Never!� he proclaimed, knowing full well that he was going to suffer dearly for his bold obstinacy. A think trickle of nervous sweat rolled down the side of his temple.
Divatox shrugged and smiled in an offhanded way, and started in, trailing her long claws up and down the youngster�s soft, pale sole. Justin tensed his whole body, trying with all his willpower to not react to the horribly intolerable tickling, hoping that Divatox would believe that he wasn�t ticklish and give up. His plan was undone when the well manicured nails of her left hand began tormenting his other foot.
�nonononoNONO! STAH-HA-HA-HA-HAP!!! heeheeheehee HA-HA-HA!!! Ohdontdo� Hahaha . . .PLEEEZZ!!! AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE-HE-HE-HE!!�
�Well, ready to give us your Turbo-Morpher?� asked Divatox as she started concentrating on the areas around and under the boy�s poor toes.
Justin�s face started flushing pink with the exertion of laughing and screaming hysterically. He couldn�t utter a single sound other than laughter, so he shook his head frantically �no�.
�Oh, well; you will, eventually,� she said to the apoplectic youth, �and meanwhile, the other Rangers will be destroyed by my Water Wings monster.�
Justin was in a bad way. He couldn�t give up his morpher. Due to his unique combination of experience and youth compared to the other Rangers, the brunette youth sort of felt that meant Dimetria expected more from him. He just couldn�t fathom the idea of disappointing her. But that horrible tickling � Divatox would keep changing techniques, keeping his tortured nerve endings from becoming desensitized to any one technique. She had currently found a maddeningly sensitive area right where his arches ascended to meet the balls of his feet, and was whisking that area mercilessly with feathers. He started to despair that he would never get out of this without surrendering to the Pirate-Queen�s awful will.
The other Rangers� minds were not wholly on the task at hand. Divatox�s Water Wings monster managed to successfully place three more of those ominous mystery devices at various places about town; the Resovoir, the Aquatic Center and at the lake. The four teens fought hard, but the monster and his Pirhanatron troops were too much for them. Those losses, and the apparent death of Justin, had all of their spirits low. Depression settled over the Power Chamber as they watched the four devices on the monitor screens, trying to figure out what they would do.
Suddenly, Ashley thought of something.
�Alpha?� she asked, turning to the small robot, �can�t you track Justin�s Morpher and Key? I mean, if he was� well� you know. . . . . wouldn�t they be in the lake somewhere?�
�Oy, yoi, yoi! Ashley! I nevah even thought o� that!� Alpha 6 said in its odd New-York-style speech. �Scanin� now.�
The Rangers and Dimetria waited anxiously as the little robot tapped and clacked away on the keyboard.
�No trace.� he finally announced.
The Rangers moan sadly, their slim hope of finding their young friend foiled.
�No, Rangers; I don�t think you understand,� said the etherial Dimetria, �Alpha would be able to detect them unless the signal was somehow being blocked.�
�Divatox!� they all cried in unison.
�She must have them!� Carlos said excitedly.
�And maybe Justin, too!� Cassie exclaimed, tears of hope welling in her dark eyes.
�So, how do we find Divatox�s submarine?� T.J. said determinedly, trying to keep the others from seeing that even he had moist eyes from the news that their twelve year old companion may still live.
�Well, ya could try following Water Wings the next time it attacks,� offered Alpha.
�Hmm. We�ll need help,� T.J. replied, thoughtfully.
�Then I think my arrival is most fortuitous.�
The Rangers turned to see a familiar grey-suited figure.
�Phantom Ranger!� Cassie cried excitedly.
�Soon, all eight Hydro-Gravitic Generators will be in place, my Lady,� announced Porto as Divatox returned to the bridge. �Were you able to get the Turbo-Morpher from the Blue Ranger?�
�No. The little worm is much more stubborn than I expected,� she said calmly, flipping her lock of purple hair back over her shoulder. �He fainted. We�ll try again when he wakes up. Not to worry, we have all the time in the world, so long as we have his Key. Speaking of which� Elgar!!�
Divatox�s nephew popped up from behind a bank of equipment, bashing his pointy head into a tray of tools as he stood up.
�Ow!! Yes Auntie?� he said, rubbing his head.
�Did you find that blasted key, yet?�
�Well, um,� almost�� he stammered.
�Well, FIND IT!!� she screamed. Elgar jumped at the exclamation, and quickly dropped to his knees again and continued probing under the equipment to find the dropped Key.
�Now,� Divatox said as she composed herself after that bellow, �Porto, send Water Wings to plant the fifth Hydro-Gravitic Generator. When they go off, Angel Grove will be submerged in water, and no one will be able to withstand my Pirhanitron Shock Troops! HA HA HA HA HA!!�
Justin slowly opened his bleary eyes. He had hoped it was all a bad dream, but alas, he really was a helpless prisoner of the Pirate-Queen Divatox. Somehow, he had managed to withstand the horrid tickle torture she had been inflicting on him without relenting to her demands to surrender his Turbo-Morpher. He had dearly wanted to give up, just to stop the unbearable, insidious, endless tickling of his defenceless feet, but he remembered the promises he had made to Zordon when he first received the power of the Blue Ranger, and that memory gave him the willpower to endure until he finally passed out from exhaustion.
�Welcome back, Blue Ranger,� a gravelly voice said next to him.
Justin turned his head and saw Rygog standing next to him. The heavily-armoured alien looked like a walking, talking explosive mine, and had a temper to match. He leaned over Justin, his glowing red eyes staring directly into the boy�s eyes.
�Are you ready to cooperate, or do we pick it up from the start?� he said in a quiet, menacing voice.
�nononono�,� Justin whimpered. It had taken all his endurance to keep from relenting the first time. There was no way he could withstand another tickling session. He would either die, or go mad from the despicable tickling torment, unless he gave up his Morpher.
�I suppose that means that you are not willing to submit,� Rygog says, chuckling evilly. He walked over to where Justin�s defenceless feet awaited, and picked up a pair of Divatox�s hairbrushes.
�Oh God, no!!!� Justin cried.
He struggled vainly, trying to get away, but to no avail. In his efforts, he realized that his bondage was somewhat different than what it had been before he passed out. His left arm now emerged from the coils, and was held outward from his body at a right angle. A tight cuff encircled his wrist, but it rotated easily within the clamp that held his limb stretched out. He could easily summon his Turbo Morpher.
Rygog started running the stiff brushes up and down his tender, sensitive soles, slowly and thoroughly. He patiently ran them all over the small, squirming feet; along the sides, over the ankles, and even on the tops � all of which proved to be insanely ticklish, much to Justin�s hysterical horror. With his feet crossed, it was hard to coordinate his effort to try to protect one vulnerable foot with the other, so all he could do was laugh, scream and beg.
�All you have to do to get this to stop, is to summon your Morpher,� Rygog said in a calm, reasonable tone of voice. �And it�s so easy to do, and then no one will tickle your poor little feet any more.� The brushes were now whisking around Justin�s impossibly ticklish toes, sending the boy into such intense laughter, that no sound was emitted other than staccato gasps.
�We�ll just keep tickling you over and over until you give it up,� Rygog continued his sensible-sounding advice. �Besides, it�s useless to you now, without the Blue Key. What good is it to you now? The Morpher will stop the tickling. The Morpher will stop the tickling�� he repeated that over and over as he continued his sadistic tickling of Justin�s writhing feet.
Justin was incoherent, aware only of the horrible, unbearable, endless tickling, and the insidious mantra that was echoing in his ears.
The Morpher will stop the tickling.
Water Wings appeared with his contingent of Pirhanitrons at the Angel Grove Water Bottling plant. As the gurgling creatures installed the alien device to one of the storage vats, the winged monster watched for the inevitable arrival of the Power Rangers. Sure enough, four streaks of coloured light arced down from the sky, forming into the Red, Green, Yellow and Pink Rangers.
�Ready to get blown away again, Power Pussies?� Water Wings taunted.
�We�ll beat you this time,� Red Ranger said confidently.
The battle joined. While the Rangers had their hands full fighting the superior numbers of Pirhanitrons, Water Wings switched on the force field that prevented others from tampering with the Generator. With that, it turned and fired a volley of explosive wing-missiles into the melee, knocking down friend and foe alike. With a maniacal chuckle, Water Wings ran off into the darkness, leaving the Pirhanitrons to keep the Rangers too busy to follow it. It didn�t notice the odd quicksilver ripple in the air that followed it.
�Diva! I�m hoh-ome!� Water Wings cried out as it entered the control room of the sub. �Number five placed without any trouble at all!� it exclaimed proudly.
A pitiful, plaintive wail of ticklish torment echoed loudly throughout the sub. Moments later, Rygog emerged from Divatox� private quarters. The blue monster had a faintly chagrined expression on his face.
�Let me guess, Rygog,� Divatox said impatiently, �You couldn�t get Little Boy Blue to give up his Morpher.�
�No, my Queen,� he replied contritely, �but next time I shall surely��
�Nothing! You�ve had your chance, you metal pincushion!� Divatox raved. �We are not going to approach the threshold of my greatest victory only to have my day spoiled by one stubborn kid!�
At that moment, Elgar stumbles past behind Divatox, tangling with what looks like a giant monster rat. Loud crashing is heard, and then the mutant stumbles back again, his pointed head halfway inside the rat�s fanged mouth. More crashing is heard, followed by a belated �ow.� from Elgar.
�I take that to mean that you still haven�t found the Key,� Divatox said without ever looking at the scene that her moronic nephew was making.
�Let me try to get the Morpher from the Blue Ranger, Divatox,� Water Wings requested. �No one is better at interrogating a young, ticklish boy than me!� it bragged, fanning out its four pairs of wings.
�Why not?� Divatox said dejectedly. �Tag in the next loser,� she said sadly. Justin�s unexpected fortitude and strength of will was managing to depress her, despite the current success of her main plan to conquer Angel Grove, and then the planet Earth.
Water Wings gurgled a happy tune (it sounded like Rubber Duckie) as it entered the room where poor Justin was being held captive. Divatox sighed, and put a determined look on her face.
�We�ll have all the time in the world once we�ve flooded Angel Grove. With its populace driven out by the water, we can use its resources to build an unbeatable war machine to take over the Earth! Rygog, Porto, Elgar! Take a contingent of Pirhanitrons with each of you and place the last three generators.�
The three henchmen hurried to comply; Elgar still with the giant rat chewing on his pointed ear. They each teleported from the sub using their own unique transporters. Divatox yanked down her periscope, and monitored her minions� activities.
She wasn�t able to see the odd liquid-like flowing of the air that pulled the Blue TurboKey out from under the edge of the only un-trashed piece of equipment in the corner where Elgar had been searching. The Key was enfolded in the cloaking effect. Moments later, the door to Divatox� Chambers discretely opened and closed.
Justin revived to the horror that he was still a helpless captive of Divatox. His eyes still weren�t focusing too clearly, but he felt someone hold a straw to his lips. The boy sipped experimentally, and found himself drinking cool, fresh water. He gratefully slaked his thirst. By now, his eyes had cleared, and he was surprised to see the Water Wings monster standing over him, holding the water for him.
�Had enough, kiddo?� it asked when the brunette youngster released the straw. Justin nodded his head, and then laid his head back down on the pillow. �Okay, then. Back to business,� it said, spreading out its crystalline wings. �Ready to give up your Morpher?�
Justin�s eyes darted from the array of feathers that the monster presented, to his own much-abused feet, and back again. After several tense minutes, he closed his eyes tightly and answered.
�no.�
�Good!� Water Wings declared happily, �I was so looking forward to having a chance at you. You got to play with the amateur league � get ready for the pro!�
Water Wing�s feathers proved to be quite stiff, but still velvety soft as it whisked a pair of it�s wings across Justin�s ticklish feet. The young Ranger had no endurance left, so he immediately flicked his head from side to side, laughing uproariously.
�Nooo hooo hooo!! Don�t! HAHAHAHA!!! I� Uwah ha ha ha ha ha!! PLEEEZZ! STOP!!�
�We haven�t even got started yet,� Water Wings taunted. Another pair of wings swept forward and started brushing back and forth between Justin�s toes. The boy�s helpless laughter jump up three steps in pitch and intensity. He couldn�t take it any more. He turned his head towards his left wrist and started to twist it.
�Oh, oh!� said Water Wings when he saw that Justin was about to break, �Wait for it! You haven�t seen the best part yet!�
With that, its other two pairs of wings reached up the captive youth�s body, and the tips started worming their way in between the restraining cable. One unerringly probed into his navel, sending the boy�s laughter soaring into the high upper registers. A pair of wingtips slid back and forth along his helpless ribs, turning the screeching laughter into barking coughs of silent hysterical wheezing. When the final wing started stroking the underside of his extended left arm, right up to the arm pit, Justin marshalled all his concentration, and desperately twisted his wrist and willed the summoning of his Morpher.
�Yes!� exulted Water Wings, stopping his mindless tickling, much to poor Justin�s relief. It moved over to the boy�s arm, and started trying to remove the Morpher unit. The monster grunted in frustration when it failed to find a way to remove the device.
�Oh, well. We can get that after I activate the Hydro-Gravitic Generators and permanently flood Angel Grove, and Diva�s the only one around with a submarine! Tickle ya later, kid!�
Leaving the helpless, exhausted child as he was, Water Wings returned to the control room, yelling out his success to Divatox.
Tears of bitter disappointment flowed out of the corners of Justin�s eyes now, mingling with the tears of ticklishness. How could he ever make it up to Dimetria and the other Rangers that he had surrendered his Morpher. He was startled when he heard the familiar whisper of his Key being inserted into the Morpher. He looked to his left, and was shocked and relieved to see the Phantom Ranger standing there, turning the Blue TurboKey and revving up the turbine in the Morpher.
�Do it, Justin,� the Phantom Ranger said quietly, �before they return!�
�Mountain�� Blast�er�� T-Turbo ��� Power!!� Justin said weakly. The Phantom Ranger stepped back as a bright, flaring light from the Morpher enveloped the boy. The sounds of snapping cables and splintering wood was heard, and when the light faded, the adult physique of the Blue Ranger stood where Justin�s former prison had stood moments ago.
�Thanks, Phantom Ranger,� Justin said, clapping the mysterious figure on the shoulder. �I�ll never forget this!�
�The Rangers need you now.�
�Right!�
With that, Justin activated his teleporter and the Phantom Ranger�s cloaking field enveloped him again.
�The kid finally gave up, Divie-Baby!� Water Wings said as it entered the control room.
�Yeah, good,� she replied shortly, �But it�s time! Get to your position!�
�You got it, babe!� the monster replied as it turned and left the room.
Divatox smiled eagerly as she watched from her periscope.
�Soon, Angel Grove will be mine! ���� �Divie-Baby!?�� �
She looked back towards the exit from the sub�s main room, but the monster was already gone. There was a slight lurching and crashing sound that echoed through the sub, but it subsided quickly. Divatox looked about momentarily, then shrugged her shoulders and returned to watching the scene above the water.
The Rangers were not doing well. With three different attacks going on at once, they were spread out dangerously thin. Cassie and Ashley fought a score of Pirhanitrons, helpless to stop Porto from installing a device at the Angel Grove Sewage Treatment Plant. T.J. was too overwhelmed by Divatox� aquatic troops to prevent Rygog from placing a Generator at the nearby dam. Carlos was too busy trying to get free of a Pirhanitron pile-up to devote any attention to Elgar, who was sticking the tenth and final Hydro-Gravitic Generator in the sewer main.
The Rangers finally managed to regroup when Divatox� Henchmen led them a merry chase that led them all to the fountain in the center of town. When they all arrived, the four Rangers were seized by reinforcement Pirhanitron troops. They were forced to watch helplessly as a wave of water arced up out of the fountain, and formed into Water Wings.
�Oh, so I get an audience for my big performance,� it gloated. �When the timers on the Generators reach zero, I push this button,� Water Wings held up a control box with a big blue button on it, �and it�s high tide time for Angel Grove!�
The Rangers struggled vainly as Water Wings counted down the last fifteen second. When the monster reached �two�, a beam of energy flared from above, striking and destroying the control box. Everyone looked up towards where the blast had come from, and they saw a blue figure perched on a nearby roof, holding a pair of huge blasters.
�I don�t think so, Water Wings!� the figure called down.
�Justin!� the Ranger cried in happy relief.
A quick barrage of well-aimed blasts sent the Pirhanitrons holding the other Rangers scrambling away. The Blue Ranger jumped down next to his friends.
�We are so glad to see you!� Ashley exclaimed.
�Me too, but we gotta deal with Water Wings,� he answered. All five Rangers drew their weapons and advanced on the four monsters.
�AARRGGHHH!!! How did he get away?!� screamed Divatox as she watched her well-planned scheme again start unravelling into defeat. �I won�t let this happen! FIRE TORPEDOES!!�
Her voice echoed throughout the sub, but all her flunkies were up facing the Rangers.
�I said, FIRE� THE � TORPEDOES!!!!� she bellowed without looking away from the periscope. The furry head of the monster rat that had been attacking Elgar popped up and looked around the empty sub. Shrugging its shoulders, it slapped the Launch Button with its paw.
Two torpedoes jetted out from the sub and broke the surface of the lake, eventually striking Water Wings, turning it into a sixty foot tall menace. Porto, Rygog and Elgar teleported away to safety and the Rangers responded by calling up their Zords, and assembling them into the Turbo MegaZord. Water Wings fought to the best of its ability, but unfortunately for it, it was Justin that manned the weapon systems on the MegaZord, and the twelve year old Ranger had payback in mind. Water Wings fell under the heavy bombardment of the Ranger�s awesome main guns, wrapping up the plot that almost brought Divatox victory.
Back at the Power Chamber, everyone made a big deal over Justin�s return. When he triggered his Back-Blast, and the Turbo Power of the Blue Ranger left him, the extreme exhaustion of his ordeal hit him again and he collapsed into T.J.�s arms. The black youth helped the weakly protesting boy to one of the Chamber�s examination beds.
�Thank-you so much, Phantom Ranger,� Cassie was saying to their anonymous ally. �We can never thank you enough!�
�It�s okay, Pink Ranger; although I was confused about what happened there.�
�What do you mean?� Carlos asked, taking interest in the conversation now that Alpha had confirmed that Justin was fine except for being very tired.
�Divatox was trying to get him to surrender his Morpher, but her method of, um, persuasion was the most unusual I have ever seen. They somehow made him laugh by rubbing and stroking certain parts of his body: his feet, under his arms, along his sides,��
T.J. snorted in laughter. �They were tickling him!� he declared with a bright smile on his face. �I didn�t even know you were ticklish, Justin,� he said as he looked towards where the youngster laid.
�Oh, you poor kid!� Cassie said sympathetically as she patted the boy�s head. However, she couldn�t keep the smile off her face, nor the laughter out of her voice as she said it.
�That�s interesting,� said the Phantom Ranger dispassionately. �I�ve never known of another race that was �Ticklish�,� the grey figure said, stumbling somewhat over the unfamiliar word. �Anyway, I�m afraid that I must go. Be well, Rangers!� With that, the Phantom Ranger cut in his cloaking device and vanished from the Power Chamber.
�She tickled you? The whole time?� Ashley asked Justin, shuddering sympathetically, �But we�re so proud that you held out until you could be rescued!�
�Wellll, actually��,� he said in a quiet, woeful voice, �I did give in, just before the Phantom Ranger saved me.� He looked up at the others in the room with big, soulful eyes, awash with nervous anticipation.
"That s okay, buddy,� T.J. said, tousling the boy�s long hair. �That was over twenty-four hours that Divatox had you! I think any one of us would have given up as well!�
"Maybe even sooner,"Ashley added.
"Not me," quipped Carlos, "I'm not ticklish."
"Yeah, right!" added Cassie sarcastically.
The playful argument continued as Justin gratefully drifted off to sleep, blissfully happy to be free and among friends again. He wished the others hadn't learned he was ticklish; that group of knuckleheads was sure to take advantage of it sooner or later. Oh, well. The last thing he heard before the fugue of sleep claimed him was Alpha 6.
"Hey, Rangers! D'ya think Justin would let me study his ticklishness?"
I apologize for the atrocious punctuation errors but I had to copy this off of a site I had it posted on. What you see here is how I found it. Any who want to feel upset, I understand.