“I just finished adjusting these.” He said, as he repositioned the rearview mirror once again. “You have a mirror on your visor you know.” He told her, reaching for the upholstered flap above her head. He pulled it down to reveal a tiny mirror with a little light bulb resting on top of it.

“See, and you have a light too. In case you need to reapply at night.” He mused. Girls and their make up habits. He never understood it. Sure, they looked good when they had the make up on, but why they felt the need to keep putting more and more on their faces, he’d never know.

Kimberly just groaned again. She was too busy contorting her tiny body in the passenger seat to find all the little toiletries that had escaped from her purse during Jason’s tickling attack.

“You are the master pest.” She grumbled. She had managed to recollect all of her things and tossed them haphazardly back inside her bag. As she sat back in her seat, readjusting her seatbelt, she heard Jason cackle. She turned to look at him, wide eyed.

“What is so funny?” She snapped. Jason’s face was beyond amused. She had used the exact same phrase Tommy had to describe him. And while the comment wasn’t necessarily complimentary, he found the irony far too enjoyable to be offended.“Where have you two been!” yelled Rita. “You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago!”

“Sorry my queen,” mumbled the two.

“Now, let’s get down to business. Finster, did you do what I asked you?”

“Yes. The new Tenga warriors are almost complete. A few difficulties, but I do believe that I have fixed any new problems that will arise.”

Rita looked skeptical. “What exactly will these new Tenga warriors be able to do?”

“Well, I have increased their intellectual capability, thus increasing the chance of overpowering the Rangers in battle or, in this case, Kimberly.

“Is that it?”"About time you showed, Tommy," she said. She looked a great deal like a female version of Jareth, except that her hair was lighter and her skin darker from spending a good deal more time in the sun.

         "Tommy, this is my sister, Mara. Mara, Tommy." Jareth said, yawning.

         "Nice to meet you, Tommy. I'm the Pink Ranger."

         "No kidding," Tommy said, glancing at her shockingly pink outfit. "What's the problem?" he asked, glancing at the pulsating orb from which Zord-1's voice emanated..

         "Three problems, actually." The large window at the front of the bridge split into three viewscreens, each displaying a different image. Then, the image on the far left grew, covering the other two. A strange, humanoid, wolflike creature was wandering a vast desert, every so often consulting what appeared to be a compass hanging from his neck.

         "First of all," Zord-1 said, "Prince Ornyk of Zorn is on the planet of Polaria. I believe he is seeking a magical artifact of signifigant power. The purpose of this cannot be other than detrimental to us, therefore it is imperative that we not allow this quest to come to fruition."