Mighty Morphin Power Rangers is owned by Saban. Almost everything in
this series is owned by Saban. Mind you this is not your typical MMPR
fanfic.



		   REALITY BENDS
		written by Shaun Garin



Los Angeles, 1994 AD

	Sui-kyaaaaa!” With a vicious spin kick that didn’t really 
connect, a putty patroller flew backwards into a pile of mats. 
	Then, a gruff voice called out “CUT! PRINT!”
	Jason David Frank removed the helmet that covered his face 
and wiped a trickle of sweat. Spandex or not, this was a hot costume. The
director, aging and pudgy ran up with a big smile on his face. “Incredible
Jason!” he enthused, “This will make the best episode of Power Rangers
yet!”
	“Thanks,” he said before taking a towel from Amy Jo who
stood to the side at the table of food. “Thanks Amy.”
	“No problem,” she replied. “Nice kick by the way.”
	“It’s nothing.”
	She shrugged before saying, “Oh, David is arranging a party in
the park. Wanna come?”
	“Sure, just have to get changed out of this costume then I’ll
meet you guys there.” With that, he snagged a donut and ran off towards
wardrobe.


Moon, same day.

	“AAAAHHH! AFTER TEN THOUSAND YEARS I’M FREEE!”
	Rita Repulsa turned to the assembled monsters and sneered at
them. “Finster! Goldar! Squatt! Baboo! Prepare for an invasion!”


Los Angeles Park

	“Heads up!” A spinning frisbee soared overhead towards Steve
who caught it in a showboat forwards flip. David Yost grinned a bit.
During filming, they never really had much fun. Steve Cardinas, a slightly
hispanic actor played Rocky De Santos on the series they all worked on.
	“Steve! Over here!” Karan Ashley called to the short man.
	Steve wound up and tossed the frisbee....
	...only to be knocked out of the air by a energy bolt and a
shower of sparks.
	“What the heck?” Johnny Yong Bosch shouted in shock, as a
platoon of putties appeared from out of nowhere, accompanied by a
familiar golden monkey.
	Amy Jo stood up and addressed the monkey, “get a life. What’s
with borrowing the Goldar suit off company time?”
	The supposed Goldar snickered a bit before firing a bolt that
carved a small trench before her feet. Amy leapt back with a yelp as he
laughed. “Emperess Rita will conqour this world! And you can’t do
anything about it! Putties, attack!”
	With a bubbling sound, the putty patrollers ran forwards,
closing in on the actors. Karan blocked a front kick before the putties
grabbed her, tossing her into a tree. “OW! These guys are real!”
	“Real enough huh? Lets see if they can handle actors! Lets
go!” The six rushed into battle, hands and feet spinning. Soon though,
it came to a sick realization that these Putties wern’t playing around,
and they wern’t actors. Or stuntmen.
	As Jason pulled his fist back in shock from where the Putty
had broken apart from a particularly solid hit, he looked up into the
air. “No way...” he breathed.
	Goldar snarled a bit. “So, you teenagers will defy Empress
Rita? Well you won’t live long enough to do so!” From his eyes, twin
ruby beams lanced out, crashing against a tree, sending it toppling down
atop the Teens heads.
	Goldar laughed before dissapearing from view in a rush of
gold fire.
	Soon, Johnny’s hand pulled the rest of his body from the
tangle of tree branches with a heave. “Ah geez, that’s going to leave
a mark.”
	Amy was helped from the pile of leaves and branches, a
nick of blood marring her temple. “Goldar. Do you think he really
a monster?”
	“Dunno,” Jason said. “David, any thoughts?”
	David shook his head. “I can’t tell. I’m not Billy Cranston.”
	“Maybe some kind of lunatic?” Karan said. “But those
pyrotechnics are too...real to be fake.”
	“Man, and I thought acting was dangerous,” Steve sighed
in exhaustion.
	“We’d better get some rest. I have a feeling that Goldar
will be back next time,” Jason said, his eyebrows knotting into an
angry crease.


Next Day

	“You okay Amy?” Jason asked of the shorter girl. “You
seem jumpy.”
	“Yeah, I guess I am,” she admitted. “The putty attack
really put me on edge. How are you handling up?”
	“Not so bad,” Jason said. “But what about the putties?”
	Just then, a grey hand tapped Jason’s shoulder. He yelped
before pulling it over his shoulder into a flip. Drew fell to the ground
with a thump and a cry of shock. “Hey! Whadja do that for?” he
exclaimed.
	“Sorry man, been a little edgy.”