Gourmet Night presents...

                             Power People Turkey

                   "The One Where Justin Really Loses It"

                        Parody of "The Robot Ranger"

[The Youth Hostel.  Ashley and Cassie are talking at a table.  Ashley is 
dressed in a very short skirt and short-sleeved suit.  Mnmn mmn.  Anyway, Hulk 
and Dull, both dressed completely in white, burst through the doors.]

Hulk:  Hello, ladies!

Ashley:  Uh oh.

Hulk:  Would any of you ladies be interested in a tennis lesson?

Justin:  Do either of you even know how to play tennis?

Dull:  Uh...

Hulk:  ... no?

Chris:  Then why are you even giving tennis lessons?

Dull:  We do it because we love the hours.

Hulk:  Let's see (practicing moves as he says them)   Forehand, Backhand...

[Hulk whacks Lt Stone, and the shakes he was carrying fly off and one sprays 
Ashley.]

Ashley:  Ooh!

Dull:  Hee hee...

Ashley:  Yuck.

Lt Stone:  Ashley, I am so sorry.

Ashley:  I'll be fine.  (grabs a towel and towels herself off, sitting next to 
Justin)  Hey Justin.

Justin:  Hi.

[Justin watches Ashley lovingly, but notices she's fixing the wires inside 
her-- arm?]

Justin:  Ashley's not real-- she's a robot.

Hulk:  Ashley, you ready for that tennis lesson?

Ashley:  Sure.  Justin, do you want to come?

Justin:  NO!!  NO!

Ashley:  OK...

Chris:  I'll come!

Ashley (sarcastically):  Oh yay...

TJ:  Hey Justin.  The girls are taking tennis lessons from Hulk and Dull?

Justin:  C'mon!

[Justin tugs TJ, who drops his walkman on the ground.]

TJ:  You broke my radio.

Justin:  Oh grow up!  I'll fix it.  Don't worry.  Come on, we've got to find 
Ashley!

---

[The tennis courts...]

Hulk:  Alright Ashley, we'll be videotaping the lesson so we can freezeframe 
pics of your rea-- so you can see what you're doing wrong.  And I think your 
skirt is a little too long, so I think...

Ashley:  Up yours, buttmunch.

Chris:  Um, could I possibly get a copy of this video?

Hulk:  Ballboy?  Turn the machine on.

[Dull grumbles and presses a button.]

Dull:  Machine on!

[The machine catches fire.]

Dull:  Whoops, OK, my fault.

[In the trees nearby, a certain peeping-tom conspiracy theorist Ranger and TJ 
are discussing the situation.]

Justin:  But I saw the wires...

TJ:  She probably just broke her communicator.

Justin:  TJ, you didn't see it.  Something's happened to the goddess we call 
Ashley.

[On the courts...]

Hulk:  Remember girls, it's OK if you're not too strong, just try to hit the 
ball over the net.

Chris:  Geez, if he was any more full of it he'd explode.

Cassie:  That's not really that far-off from happening.

Dull:  Fixed it!

Hulk:  OK, watch the master!

[Hulk tries to take a swing but flips over like a beached whale.]

Ashley:  Better let me try one.

Dull:  OK, here they come little girl!

[Ashley hits the ball and it flies over and knocks Kenny's head off.]

Hulk:  Oh my god, she killed Kenny!

[Just then, Kenny walks by his autmoaton-version corpse.]

Kenny:  How odd.

[Kenny walks off.  Back on the courts, Dull has accidently set the machine for 
'Kill-A-Man-Fastly mode'.  The balls keep firing towards Ashley, who manages 
to deflect every single one.]

Justin:  Did you see that?

TJ (staring at Ashley's rear):  Yeah...

Justin:  Not that!  ...well, that too... but Ashley's never had a tennis 
lesson before!

TJ:  So she's a natural, that doesn't make her a robot.

[On the courts, Ashley finishes deflecting.]

Cassie:  That was great.

Chris (drooling):  Yeah...

[Hulk takes Ashley's racket, which is now bent in several places and smoking.]

Hulk:  Dull!  Can we have another racket here please?

---

[The Spaceball...]

Divatoxic:  So the Rangers are burning some fat down there, eh?  Porko, bring 
me Bulbous Blubbershell.

[The doors open up and out steps a creature with a big fat head with a toaster 
shoved in his head and pieces of bacon sticking out instead of hair.]

BBShell:  Ho ho hello!

Porko:  This is Bulbous Blubbershell.  His specialty is wrapping his victims 
into little rolls of glazed fat and... well, just watch.

[BBShell shocks one of the Farfrommittrons and it turns into a thick ball of 
blubber.]

Divatoxic:  OH, very nice.

---

[On the tennis courts, BBShell, Smelgar, and several Farfrommittrons arrive on 
the scene.]

BBShell:  OK, people, let's get cooking!

Hulk and Dull:  Aaagh!

[Those two run off.  Ashley, Chris, and Cassie strike dramatic action poses.  
Ashley's is such that her rear is visible from where Justin and TJ are 
hiding.]

TJ:  Come on Justin, let's go.

Justin:  No wait, if that's not the real Ashley, then she can't morph!

TJ:  No time for that!

[TJ joins the others.]

BBShell:  Glad you could join us, babe.  Now this one's going to be real 
flambe!

TJ:  Beta, we need Carlos now!

Ashley:  Paste into Turkey!

[Ashley, Cassie, TJ, and Chris morph.  Then they start fighting.  Carlos lands 
next to Justin.]

Justin:  Carlos, am I glad to see you.  Ashley CAN morph!

Carlos:  No one ever said she couldn't.

Justin:  Paste Into Turkey!

[Justin morphs with Carlos, and they start battling the villains.]

Smelgar:  This is crazy.  Never send a piece of fat to do an idiot's job.  
(Begins messing around with the ball machine)  Now how does this work?

Carlos:  You want a tennis lesson?

[Smelgar starts firing tennis balls at them.]

Ashley (deflecting balls with her hands):  Someone shut that thing off.

Justin:  Right!  (leaps into the air and lands next to Smelgar, then kicks him 
away.  The other Rangers join him.]

Cassie:  It's all over, Smelgar!

Chris:  Road ends here!

Smelgar:  That's OK, I've got to go.  (leaves)

Justin:  Aw man!

[The Rangers rush over to help TJ, who is battling BBShell.]

TJ:  Hey, come back here!

BBShell:  Eat ya later babe!  Love ya!  (runs off)  Oh, my thighs are chafing!

Chris:  You OK, TJ?

TJ:  I'm fine.  Let's get him!

[The Rangers give chase.]

TJ:  There he is.

[The Rangers pose on a ledge.]

BBShell:  Great, six Rangers and no toothpicks.

TJ:  The only thing you're going to eat is your words when we're done with 
you!

BBShell:  Sorry, I'd get gas!

[The Rangers leap into the air and punch BBShell back.  He flops on the ground 
and gets up.]

BBShell:  I think I'll roast you for a light snack!

[The toaster in his head turns on and shoots toast at the Rangers, who all 
flop in order to avoid them.]

BBShell:  Great, now for my mian course.

TJ:  I've had it with this guy!

[BBShell shoots more toast and the rangers are wrapped up with sausages acting 
as chains.]

Cassie:  Can't move.

Ashley:  Getting tighter.

TJ:  Aw man.

Ashley:  Who's touching me?

Chris:  Sorry!

BBShell:  I'll roast you all!

TJ:  I doubt it.

[The Rangers free themselves and duck as the toast is shot again, reducing 
three more Farfrommittrons into literal butter balls.]

BBShell:  Uh oh.

TJ:  Hey, taste this!

[The Rangers shoot their lasers at BBShell.]

---

[Spaceball.]

Divatoxic:  Launch the torpedoes!

---

[BBShell is enlarged to giant size.]

TJ:  We need Fescue MegaHunkaJunkaZord power now!

[The six Fescue zords' bolts come loose and some parts droop, then the six 
fuse together.]

BBShell:  Hey, I'm the big guy round here.  I can't cook metal.

TJ:  Yeah, let's send this guy back to his oven forever.

All:  Obituary Power Now!  Obituary Power Fire!

[The Megazords' cannons fire and cook up the monster.]

Chris:  You know what they say; 'fat always looks better cooked.'

TJ:  Amen for that.

---

[Spaceball...]

Divatoxic:  Blubberface down there was a big fat waste.  Porko, get over here.  
Hurry up before I turn you into a s'more.

Porko:  I have just the thing, my queen...

---

Justin:  Ashley, can I talk to you for a second?

Ashley:  Sure.

Justin:  I just wanted to apologize.  I was thinking some pretty funky stuff 
about you.

Ashley:  Like what?

Justin:  Never mind, it was too wierd.

Ashley:  Did it involve any scenes from 'Titanic'?

Justin:  I would never confess to that one.

Ashley:  Oh.

Carlos:  Hey Justin, I was doing some math homework and... can you come here 
for a second?

Justin:  Sure.

[Justin walks off.  TJ, Chris, and Cassie meet with Ashley.]

Cassie:  Does Justin suspect?

Ashley:  I think he saw the wires.

Chris:  I say we kill him.

TJ:  Not yet.

---

[The Spaceball...]

Divatoxic (speaking on the phone):  No, she played me in the Movie!  There's a 
difference!  OK, I gotta go.  Yeah, my minions.  I know.  Talk to ya later.  
Bye!  (hangs up phone)

Porko:  My queen, I have the perfect monster for you.  Meet Circusfreak...

[The doors open.  Out steps what appears to be the living version of a 
stereotypical Carnie (y'know, Circus folk?).]

CF:  Ha ha!  Hello madame, I see by your beauty that you're in charge and I 
happily place myself in your service.

Divatoxic:  I like his style.  What does he do?

Porko:  He, uh..., has that whip...

Divatoxic:  Can he short out the rangers with it, or cause them to be flung in 
the air and into another dimension?

CF:  No, it just... it just hurts people.

Divatoxic:  Oh.  Well, I guess that's good enough.

Porko:  Good!

---

[Angular Grove High School.  Justin and Ashley are walking, talking.]

Ashley:  Is that a new radio?

Justin:  No, it's TJ's.  I broke it, and I fixed it.

Ashley:  YOU fixed it?  You can't even use the Microwave without setting a 
small European nation on fire.

Justin:  How did you know that?

[Ashley walks away.  Justin looks around and sees TJ's arm is plugged into an 
electrical outlet in his locker.]

Justin:  TJ, you're a robot?

TJ:  Affirmative.

[TJ, Ashley, Cassie, and Chris begin to close in on Justin.]

Justin:  You're all robots!

[Justin rushes off.  In a matter of mere seconds, he's all the way to the 
Youth Hostel.  He opens the door and smacks Carlos straight in the nose.]

Carlos:  Jesus Justin, that hurt!

Justin:  That hurt?  Then you're really you!

Carlos:  Justin... you're confusing me.

Justin:  I know this will sound wierd, but the others are robots.

Carlos:  Sure, and I have all the Sailor Spoon Otaku toys.

Justin:  I mean, they've been replaced by Robotic versions of themselves.

Carlos:  Ha ha, very funny.  You must take me for some kind of idiot.

Justin:  Not that big of an idiot.

[The comms beep.  The two of them step back into the trees.]

Justin:  I think a dog just pooped here.

Carlos (into comm):  We read you.

(TJ):  Guys, we need your help.

Carlos:  We're on it!

Justin:  We can't go.  It's a trap.

Carlos:  Shut up.  Paste Into Turkey!

---

[The Park.  Carlos and Justin arrive and start helping the rangers fight the 
Farfrommittrons.]

CF:  Hello, Rangers.  You're going to get a real charge out of me!

[As the Rangers fight, Justin watches.]

Justin:  Huh?  What's going on?

[After beating up Carlos, CF whips Justin.]

Justin:  Ow!

[CF gets the whip ready again and whips Ashley on the rear.]

Ashley:  Ow!

[CF whips Chris.]

Chris:  Rawhide!

CF:  Now you're going to be electrified!

[CF whips them all and they fall over a hill, roll down, and when they reach 
the bottom, de-morph.  The Rangers regain themselves, but Carlos appears to be 
searching for something.]

Justin:  Carlos, are you OK?

[Carlos turns around to reveal that his face is off, and we can see the gears 
and systems inside of him.]

Justin:  You're one of them!

[Carlos finds his face and slips it back on his head.]

Justin:  No!  You're all robots!

TJ (into communicator):  Beta, teleport us to the Power Chambre.

Justin (into communicator):  Beta!  Don't!  They're not Rangers!

[Justin tries to rush off, but the Rangers grab him as they teleport out.  
When they get back in the Power Chambre, Justin breaks loose and rushes to 
Beta.]

Justin:  Beta!  All the others are robots!

Beta:  Yeah, and what's wrong with that?

Justin:  No I mean, they're attacking!  It's an invasion!

[Suddenly, the sirens begin blaring and the Rangers rush out from several 
ports in the Power Chambre, rushing fastly.  But since they're not going 
anywhere, they just stop short, sucking all the rest of the drama out of the 
situation.]

Justin:  Oh no!

Chris:  Aw shut it.

Justin:  What?  What's going on?  Beta?  Dimitria?

Dimitria:  Lose the sugar, Justin.  This is merely an experiment.  These 
scrapheap rangers were built by the lowest bidder on Elkar.

Justin:  Scrapheap rangers?  There's even a robot me!

Chris:  We really need another one of them.

Other Chris:  Hey we have two of you.

Chris:  Ain't it great?  And there's too Ashleys!

Second Justin:  I'm not exactly a robot.  We needed a control subject.  
Y'know, a robot who didn't know he was a robot.

Justin:  I'm a robot?

[Justin reaches into Justin's chest and presses a few buttons.]

Justin:  What are you doing?

Other Justin:  That should reboot your basic memory programming.

TJ:  We wanted to know if the scrapheap Rangers had enough cynacism to battle 
evil.  It's hard, because we have so much that it may not be able to be 
contained in a robotic shell.

Justin:  I'd say we have a few glitches.

Chris:  Well, that's why we're called 'Scrapheap' Rangers and not 'Flawless' 
rangers.

Dimitria:  Worry not.  We're not planning some kind of alternate future like 
in the 'Terminator'... ... bu hu hu ha ha!

Ashley:  That's unsettling.

[The sirens start again.  The twelve rangers investigate.]

Beta:  Divatoxic launched her torpedoes.

[The disco globe shows CF enlarging.]

TJ:  We've got to stop them.

Other TJ:  Let's do it.

TJ:  Wait a minute, who's the real TJ?

[Silence.]

(Director):  Flip a coin!

TJ:  We'll go.  We're human.

Justin:  I thought I was human.

Chris:  I doubt all of any Justin's humanity.

TJ:  Paste Into Turkey!

---

[The city.]

Justin:  OK, you've had it!

CF:  Yeah right.

Justin:  We need the Fescue Zords now!

[The Fescue Zords are launched, and the rangers land one-by-one into the 
appropriate cockpits.]

Justin:  OK, let's get him before he scraps the whole city!

[Justin's zord drives up and converts to Stand-Up mode.]

FC:  Ha ha!  You'll have to do better than that!

[FC's whip grabs around the zord's arm and electrifies it.]

Justin:  Ug!  That was close!

[The Zord shoots out ray beams and shoot FC back.]

Justin:  OK, guys, let's bring 'rm together!

[The zords fuse together again.]

FC:  Oh, big charge!

[The cannons appear in the Megazord's hands.]

FC:  Hey wait!

All Rangers:  Obituary Power, Fire Again!

[The cannons shoot out and destroy the monster.]

Chris:  ha ha!  Whipped to perfection!

Justin:  Do you always have to make those stupid jokes?

---

[The spaceball...  Smelgar is taping the Farfrommittrons dancing.]

Smelgar:  This is great, excellent, wonderful!  OK, take five guys!

Divatoxic:  Oh, I can't believe the waste!  Two monsters in one day.

Smelgar:  Yeah.  It's almost as if they had two sets of Rangers.  But that 
would be silly.

Divatoxic:  Two sets of rangers?

Smelgar:  Oh hold that pose (starts taping).

---

[The Power Chambre.  The Rangers are saying their goodbyes to their robotic 
counterparts, who are all decked out in black.]

Justin:  Dimitria, do they really have to go?

Dimitria:  Their fragile machanical shells were not able to hold the amount of 
cynacism required to be Power people.  Their decision to become Amish was 
their own.

Amish Chris:  Aye.  The Ranger game was a bit too much for us to handle.

Chris:  You realize you can't have prenuptial sex?

Amish Chris:  That does it.  I'm out of here!

Justin:  Sorry we didn't tell you.

Amish Justin:  It's alright.  I'm glad I got the chance to be a real boy.

Justin:  I really wanted to teach you how to play soccor.

Amish Justin:  Really?  That's what we could do next time.  And go through 
dirty pictures of Ashley--

TJ and Amish TJ:  Justins!

Beta:  Yo, Robot Rangers.  Ready for teleportation to the Amish country?

Amish TJ:  Ready as we'll ever be.

Beta:  Say goodbye to technology.

[The Robot Rangers are teleported out.]

Justin:  Do you think we'll ever see them again?

Chris:  Let's hope not.  Life was pretty hectic with those gratuitous machines 
getting in the way.  Now, what was this about dirty Ashley pics?

                             executive producers
                                CHRIS NEUMANN
                            JEAN-CHRISTOPHE KARIM

[The Amish Country...]              | TJ
                                    |  Shellfish Ward
Ashley:  It's so hot out here...    |
                                    | Justin
Chris:  Aye, surely 'tis not the    |  Blake Fosters Beer
reason we pilgrims chose this 'ere  |
style o' life.                      | Carlos
                                    |  Roger Tobasco
TJ:  This bites.                    |
                                    | Ashley
Cassie:  Let's get out of here.     |  Tracy Lynt Crud
                                    |
---                                 | Cassie
                                    |  Patricia Ya Man
[A 7~11.  The Robotic Rangers       |
have ditched their old clothes      | Chris
and are enjoying the normal         |  Guy Innomnate
qualities of life.]                 |  
                                    | Hulk
Justin:  They don't make these      |  Paul Frier
muckies like they used to.          |
                                    | Dull
Chris:  Hey Ashley, you want to     |  Jason Marvy
get a cappucino?                    |
                                    | Lt. Stone
Ashley:  No.                        |  Greg Bullet
                                    |
Chris:  Why not?                    | Written by *
                                    |  Chris Neumann
Ashley:  Even as a robot, I can't   |
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Carlos:  I hear that!               | copyright laws and are not intended 
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