PRDT FIC: Two Drabbles

[daylight_darknight]

Writing isn't the problem right now, just actually finishing something is. Ah... three more drabbles will possibly appear later tonight. First PRDT fics and at this rate, not the last.


Titles: For The Man Who Has Everything & Tommy And His Riding Mower
Characters: All the DT rangers
Rating: G

For The Man Who Has Everything
 

            It was such an innocent question.

            “Hey, Dr. O. Is the Megazord waterproof?” 

            The next question wasn’t.

            “Tommy, what have you done with the Dinozords?” 

            Nine long hours, eight frantic phone calls, seven exclusive news reports, six UFO sightings, five monster alerts, four million dollars in property damage, three police chases, two signs of the approaching apocalypse and several death threats from former rangers later, the four damp, bedraggled, exhausted but grinning, young rangers were finally in front of him once more. Besides them, creating a large crater in his front lawn was his old Dragonzord.

            “Happy birthday, Dr. O!”

Tommy And His Riding Mower

 

             One lazy summer day, Kira, Ethan, Trent and Connor found themselves sitting on Dr. Oliver’s front porch as they watched him going back and forth mowing his lawn. They’d been invited over to see his new riding mower.

 “It is kind of cool,” admitted Ethan.

Their four heads slowly turned in unison following as Tommy made another pass tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing his head up and down to non-existent music. 

“Come on.” Connor snorted. “He’s ridden way cooler stuff as a ranger.”

Tommy’s mouth was now wide as he enthusiastically sang thankfully drowned out by the roar of the engine. 

“Well, he certainly needs it with all this land,” Kira pointed out.

Somewhere, the former black ranger had acquired a cowboy hat and was now ridding the mower as if it were a bucking bronco. 

Trent frowned. “Guys, your ever think all those different ranger powers may have fried Dr. O’s brain?”

Breaking out of the nice straight lines, Tommy began swerving back and forth as he ducked down and made obnoxious car racing sound effects. 

“Vroooom. Vroom. Screech! Toot! Toot!”

Comments

[kikos-ai.livejournal.com]

LOL. I love it. Oh Tommy, you poor mental basketcase. :)

[lilly-pilly.livejournal.com]

*howls with laughter* Tommy, they're teenagers. You should have known better than to trust anything that comes out of their mouths.