“You like?” Kimberly asked, twirling around. She was wearing a cocktail dress, with a strapless, sweetheart top made of varying shades of pink, layered chiffon. The skirt of the dress hung loosely, following her spinning movements as she modeled the dress for Jason. The hem came right above her knees. Her feet adorned with 3-inch, silver gladiator sandals that were laced up her toned legs. But it was her face that Jason could not take his eyes off of. Her glorious mane of honey tinted hair fell over her tanned arms and glistened as it framed her delicate features. Her make up was subtle. She hadn’t put much on. But her skin glowed, even in the awful florescent lights of their hotel room. She had chosen not wear any jewelry either, letting her beautiful face and billowy dress speak for themselves.“Oh shut it. I’m going to take a nap. Don’t you dare disturb me with your cackling.” His eyes flashed a brilliant red as he noticed Rita mimicking his every word. “Why you…” he stomped off, cursing under his breath.

“My queen, here is the putty you asked for,” called Finster. A gray Putty followed him, making small noises.

“Perfect. Now give me the formula,” replied Rita.

Finster handed the bottle over and Rita showed it to her Putty. “Listen to me you pile of clay. You will take this potion to the locker room at Kimberly’s gymnastic compound. You’ll pour it in her water bottle in her locker. Then you’ll return here. Understand?” The putty nodded dumbly and took the bottle. “You’ll transform into a teenager gymnast while on this mission. Do it now!”        "Are you going to fight us and die now, or go away and die later?" The Silver Ranger asked. "I'd like to get this over with. I've got a date."

         Ornyk tilted his head, not used to talking to Rangers who didn't heartily object to being flatterred by the 'villian'. Most tended to take it as an insult, which was, of course, the entire point. Interesting...very interesting...

         Ornyk snapped his fingers and became a ball of blue flames, but, just before his head was engulfed, Deacon, acting on impulse, swung his sword, neatly severing the chain that held Ornyk's compass. The magical locator fell to the ground as Ornyk shot across the sky.

         Jareth walked over and picked it up, leaving Deacon to pick up Myk.