“Why don’t I give you a tour?” Tommy asked her, as gently pried the gift bag from her hands. She was still taking in her surroundings. Her hands clutched the tiny bag instinctively, not realizing what Tommy was doing at first. He stopped for a moment before she allowed him to take it from her. He set it on top of the small end table.

“Sorry. Yeah, a tour would be nice.” She blushed. She had been so entranced by Tommy and his home that she almost forgot she had been holding his gift.

“Oh! That’s for you. It’s a gift. A thank you gift.” She stuttered.

“For what?” Tommy asked with a smile. She hadn’t had to do that, he thought.

“Oh you know, letting me into your home, dinner, whatever . . . ” She trailed off. She was a nervous wreck. They were being so unbearably civil toward each other it was making her sick. Why was he still so nice to her? She groaned to herself.“Ahh, I see. And you’d like me to give you the device to do that?”

“No, I’d like you to throw it off the balcony! Of course I want you to give it to me!”

Finster winced at her high pitched scream. “Sorry. I’ll go fetch it right away.”

“Yes, you do that. I want to hit her while everything is fresh.” Rita rubbed her hands together, just thinking of everything she could say to Kimberly to lower her self-esteem even more.

Finster rushed back with the device and set it on a table near the balcony. “Here it is. Just attach this to your forehead…” he held out a long wire with a circular attachment. “This will read your brainwaves and transmit them into Kimberly’s mind. I’ll just set this to the frequency of Kimberly’s brainwaves. Just watch this screen here and it’ll show you everything Kimberly sees in her dream. As soon as she falls asleep, I’ll activate the machine.” Finster turned the dials and adjusted the viewing screen on the small box.        Kalen tapped the same two buttons back and forth, demonstrating her boredom and at the same time causing the Megazord to twirl it's staff. It was hard to say just who did what in a Megazord....sometimes it seemed as though the entire group had but one mind, and automatically knew what everyone else was thinking....like the way they seemed to become one with their own zords, but on a larger scale. And so it was hard to say who's decision it was to kick the monster square in the stomach, or who brought the staff -- the tail of the crocodile -- down directly on it's head.

         There was no question, however, that it was Fox who kneed the beast right between the legs.