MiSTied: "Nightmares" <an MMPR fanfic>, part 1/2
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<7th Season Theme>
<SOL>
<CROW is alone behind the desk. He's wearing a joy-buzzer
and laughing hysterically>
CROW: Hehehe... Oh, man I can't wait!
<MIKE and CROW walks in talking>
TOM: ...No, see, the briefcase was symbolic of-
CROW: HI, MIKE! Put'er there! <CROW sticks out the hand with
the joy-buzzer. MIKE can obviously see it>
MIKE: Hehee... No, I don't think so, Crow...
CROW: Oh, come on...
MIKE: No.
<Crow moves over to TOM>
CROW: Hey, Tom- put'er there!
TOM: I can't, Crow- my arms don't work.
MAGIC VOICE: Commercial sign in 15 seconds.
MIKE: Look, Crow, we're not gonna fall for the old buzzer
trick... Just give it up.
CROW: Buzzer? <CROW looks at his hand> What buzzer?
<MIKE and TOM look at each other. MIKE sighs and TOM shakes
his head>
MV: Commercial sign in Five... Four...
TOM: Hey, Crow- why don't you go try it on Gypsy?
CROW: Hey, yeah! GYPSY!
<CROW turns to go find Gypsy. MIKE hits commercial sign
light>
<COMMERCIALS>
<SOL>
<MIKE and TOM are talking>
TOM: No, see, when the woman said she was "in insurance"-
<CROW comes in. He's no longer wearing the joybuzzer>
MIKE: Hey, Crow!
TOM: <trying not to laugh> So, Crow <giggle>; did you try the
joybuzzer out on Gypsy?
CROW: <angrily> She doesn't even has arms, Tom!!
TOM: <sarcastically> Oh, yeah, huh?
CROW: Why you-
<CROW lunges at TOM. A fight ensues, made all the weirder
by the fact that neither 'BOTS arms really work>
<MADS' light flashes>
MIKE: Whoah! Down, boys! Adam Curry and Martha Quinn are
calling.
<MIKE hit's MADS' light>
<DEEP 13>
<Dr. Forrester is on the phone>
DR. F: No, I don't want a subscription to the New York Times; I
don't even live in New York! I don't care WHAT special
you're having this month- how did you get this number,
anyway? Look, wisenheimer, call me again, and I'll release
a deadly virus into your air duct system! <DR. F notices
MIKE and the 'BOTS> I gotta go, bye- don't call me again!
<DR. F hangs up and turns to MIKE, ET AL> Ah, Mike... We
meet again at last...
<SOL>
MIKE: Ummm... But, you called me just yesterday, Dr. F. We
talk to you all the time!
TOM: Yeah, whether we want to or not!
<DEEP 13>
DR. F: Oh, shut up, Nel-sissy! I'm in a _bad_ mood, and when
I'm in a bad mood, I like to share!
<SOL>
MIKE: Oh, I don't think that's really necessary, Dr....
<DEEP 13>
DR. F: Well, I _do_! So I'm sending you...
<SOL>
<MIKE and the 'BOTS are leaning forward, full of suspense>
<DEEP 13>
DR. F: A _Mighty_Morphin'_Power_Rangers_ fanfic!
<SOL>
CROW: AAAAHHH! <falls back in a faint>
MIKE: Oh, please, Dr. F, don't do this!
TOM: <sobbing> We'll be good! Honest!
<DEEP 13>
DR. F: Oh, shut up and get in the theater, ya big babies!
<Dr. F pushes the button>
<SOL>
<Movie sign lights, alarms, etc.>
MIKE: AH! Movie sign! Crow get up, we've got to get into the
theater!
*door* {6} /5/ <4> |3| [2] @
>Nightmares
MIKE: "What are stroies <sic> written by Stephen Ratliff?"
CROW: "What are movies by Coleman Francis?"
TOM: "What are MMPR fanfics?"
>by Kittie
>..........Rocky sat up with a gasp, swallowing a scream. He was
>covered in sweat, and his heart was pounding.
MIKE: Sounds like Rocky had another one of "those" dreams.
> "This is
>the fifth nightmare in so many nights," he hissed frustratedly,
>jumping out of bed.
CROW: <as Rocky> If I'm not careful, I'm gonna start talkin' to
myself.
TOM: You just reffed _Star_Trek_V_! AAAHHH!!!
> He hit the floor with a thud; having
>forgotten how tangled up in the covers he was.
MIKE: Yeah, well, he never has been very bright.
> After he managed
>to get loose, and once he was sure no one else in the house was
>awake, he grabbed his communicator of the nighttable and
>teleported to the Power Chamber.
CROW: Ummm... Please tell me wearing _at_least_ a pair of boxer
shorts...
>.........."Zordon?" He called as soon as he materialized.
>"Zordon, are you awake?"
>..........The stasis tube lit up slowly, and Zordon's yawning
>face appeared. I AM NOW.
MIKE: <as Zordon, muttering> Rassa-frassin kids wakin' me up all
hours of the night...
> WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE TROUBLE, ROCKY?
TOM: Apollo Creed keeps beating me!
>.........."I've been having horrible nightmares, Zordon, and I'm
>wondering if it has anything to do with Rita and Zedd being
>back."
>..........WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
CROW: <as Rocky> You know; the weird, poorly-dubbed lady and the
guy with no skin? Well, they're back, see...
>.........."They're all about me and the guys... but I always get
>killed or something.
MIKE: Hey! I think I'm gonna LIKE this story!
CROW: Woo-hoo!
TOM: All right!
> The first one, there was this grey ranger who
>came out of nowhere, and I got hurt really bad in battle,
MIKE: <as Rocky, in whiny-little-kid voice> And there was this
big thing, and it was really scary, and it's all hot and it
hurts!
> and
>just before I died, I gave my Zeo Crystal to Billy.
MIKE: And this is... a bad thing?
> And then
>there was this other one, where there was a silver ranger, of
>all things, and he accidentally killed me with a whip-type
>thingy."
MIKE: "Accidentally"?
CROW: Well, you know- Freudian slip.
>..........HOW MANY OF THESE NIGHTMARES HAVE YOU HAD?
>.........."Five," he answered glumly. "The past five nights.
>And if I'm not dying in them, I'm at least being mortally wonded
MIKE: "Mortally wonded"?
TOM: OUCH! Sounds painful!
>or going insane or
CROW: How can you tell the difference?
> something like that."
>..........HMMM... THIS IS MOST PERPLEXING. ALPHA! ALPHA,
>WAKE UP.
ALL: Oh, God, no; please don't; NO!, etc...
>..........Alpha plodded out of his sleep chamber with a
>mechanical yawn.
MIKE: Robots don't sleep!!
TOM: <clearing throat>
MIKE: Oh... Sorry...
>"What is it, Zordon? Are we under attack?"
>..........NO, ALPHA. I WOULD LIKE YOU TO SCAN ROCKY
MIKE: <Beavis laugh>
> FOR THE
>PRESENCE OF A SPELL.
>.........."A spell? Why? Are you feeling all right, Rocky?"
TOM: <as Rocky> Oh, yeah, I love not sleeping, and getting woken
up in the middle of the night and dreaming about my
horrible, ghastly death...
>.........."No. I haven't slept in five nights."
>.........."Oh, poor Rocky!" Alpha ran a scanner up and down his
>body.
MIKE: <as Rocky> Woo-hoo... <laughing>...
CROW: <same> Oh, watch it! I'm kinda sensitive *there*!
> "I do not detect any spells, Zordon."
>..........WELL, ROCKY, IT APPEARES THAT THESE DISTURBING DREAMS
>ARE JUST IN YOUR HEAD. TRY TO IGNORE THEM, AND PERHAPS THEY
>WILL GO AWAY.
MIKE: Oh, _there's_ good advice!
>.........."I hope so, Zordon. After all, finals are coming up,
>and I need my sleep.
CROW: <as Rocky> I'll fail anyway, but I'll feel better.
> Thanks anyway."
>
>..........Ms. Appleby glared at Rock as he stumbled into class
>ten minutes late. "That's the third time this week, Mr.
>DeSantos. If you're not careful, your grades will be affected!"
MIKE: <as Mrs. Appleby> You might actually pass!
>.........."Sorry, Ms. Appleby," he replied, slouching over to
>his desk.
>.........."What's with you," Adam whispered as Rocky collapsed
>into his chair.
>.........."No sleep."
CROW: SLEEEEP!!
>.........."Again?"
>.........."Mr. Park! No talking in class!"
>.........."Sorry, Ms. Appleby." Adam busied himself writing a
>note instead. _Another nightmare?_
CROW: <as Rocky> No, thanks, I've had plenty...
>..........Rocky glanced at the note, then nodded slightly.
>.........._You died again?_
>..........Another nod.
MIKE: Adam proceeded to dance for joy.
>.........._What's up with that?_
>..........Rocky shrugged, then wrote a note of his own. _I
>talked to Z._
TOM: The Famous Teddy Z?
>.........._What'd he say?_
>.........."Gentlemen, are you passing notes?!?"
TOM: Hey, it's better than passing gas.
MIKE: Or stones.
TOM: Ewww...
>The class snickered as both Adam and Rocky flushed a bright
>pink. "I'll take that as a yes. Why don't you do your talking
>in the principal's office, both of you!"
>.........."Yes Ma'am," they sighed in unison.
>.........."Thanks a lot, Adam," glared Rocky as soon as the door
>shut behind them. "I really needed that."
TOM: <as Adam> Heh! Fine, see if I help _you_ again!
>.........."If you didn't want to communicate, you should have
>ignored me," retorted Adam. "Besides, I'm worried about you."
>.........."You should be. I'm gonna fail for sure."
MIKE: Well, duh... What does that have to do with anything in
this story?
>.........."Why don't you just tell Ms. Appleby the problem?
>Maybe she'll give you a break."
CROW: Preferably the left femur.
>.........."Yeah, right."
>.........."It could happen. She likes you."
MIKE: Ummm... Isn't that illegal??
TOM: Well, if the PR fans are trying to hook Justin up with-
MIKE: Don't...
TOM: Sorry.
>.........."Not anymore."
>..........Adam thought about this, and had to concur. "Well,
>maybe she will again once she finds out what's going on with
>you. It's worth a try."
>.........."I guess."
>..........They reached the benches outside Principal Kaplan's
>office and took their seats. Rocky yawned and rested his head
>against the wall, falling almost immediately into a deep sleep.
TOM: Kind of like the audience reading this story.
>
>..........**They were all playing baseball, he and the gang.
ALL: <singing and swaying> Take me out to the ball game... Take
me out to the field...
>Aisha hit the ball into the woods, and Rocky, ever willing,
CROW: Especially when it came to Aisha!
>trotted out to retreive it.
MIKE: He's a horse now?
> He watched the scene unfold
>reluctantly, knowing something terrible waited in those woods,
>but not sure what. He got his answer soon enough--**
>
TOM: Which was...?
>.........."Aaaiiigh!" Rocky sat straight up, screaming,
>clutching his hand in deep pain.
>..........Beside him, Adam jumped and fell off the bench.
CROW: <as Adam> Football practice!
>"What?!?"
>..........Rocky couldn't breathe. "Wolf! Wolf... got me!
>Big... wolf!
TOM: Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
MIKE: Oh, who didn't see THAT coming?
> Yellow--!"
TOM: I thought he was the Blue Ranger?
>.........."What are you talking about?" Adam looked around
>nervously as people began to stare.
>.........."Yellow eyes! Glowing.... Big--!"
CROW: Big! Bad! Big, bad thing! Big...!
>..........Adam slapped him.
ALL: <cheer, clap, etc.>
> "Get ahold of yourself!"
CROW: Oh, I think he's been doing a little _too_ much of that
lately...
>..........Rocky grabbed at his cheek, the nonexistent pain in
>his hand forgotten. "What? Where am I?"
>.........."You're at school," whispered Adam, truly disturbed by
>Rocky's pale and sweaty face. "You had another nightmare."
>.........."Oh man...."
MIKE: I dreamed I was trapped in a bad fanfic and couldn't get
out!
> Rocky dropped his head into his hands
TOM: Grossing Adam out to no end!
MIKE: Ewww...
>and tried to slow his pounding heart. "What is wrong with me?"
CROW: Adolescence is like a storm raging inside you...
>..........Ms. Appleby stalked up to them, ready for a lecture,
>but stopped as she saw the state Rocky was in.
TOM: Arizona?
MIKE: Iowa?
CROW: Minnesota?
> Suddenly concerned,
>she knelt before him.
TOM: <solemnly> Our Father, who art in Heaven...
> "What's the matter?"
>..........Rocky just moaned, so Adam took it upon himself to
>answer. "He hasn't been sleeping well, Ms. Appleby. Really bad
>nightmares. He just had another one."
MIKE: Thank you, sir; I'll have another...
>.........."Rocky?
CROW: <as Rocky from _Rocky and Bullwinkle_> Again!?
> Are you feeling all right?"
>..........He looked up vaguely, his face still pale. "Not
>really."
>.........."Why don't you go to the nurse," she helped him to his
>feet, "And we'll forgot this morning's incident ever happened,
>all right?"
TOM: Considering Rocky's intelligence, he probably already
has...
>.........."Okay," he nodded drunkenly, and allowed himself to be
>dragged away.
MIKE: By men in white coats.
>..........Adam waited until they were out of sight before
>ducking behind a plant
MIKE: And whispering "Dogs barking, can't fly without umbrella" to
John Wood.
> and activating his communicator.
>"Zordon? Rocky's getting worse. I'm kinda worried."
>..........I HAVE BEEN MONITORING HIM,
MIKE: <as Zordon> At least until he gets that restraining order
out on me.
> AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR
>CONCERN. HOWEVER, I CAN DO NOTHING UNTIL HE HAS LEFT THE SCHOOL
>BUILDING.
>.........."I understand."
MIKE: <as Adam> Oh, and could you stop shouting? You're giving
me a headache...
> Adam was about to sign off when he
>had a thought.
TOM: Yeah, I thought I smelled something burning.
> "Zordon? I wonder... there might be someone who could
>help us...."
MIKE: The Amazing RANDO!
TOM: Mike, will you _stop_ with the "Amazing Rando" stuff?
CROW: Geez, ever since _This_Island_Earth_...
>
>..........After school was over, Adam went to the nurse's office
>to collect
MIKE: Protection.
TOM: <as gangster> You got a real nice office here, lady... I'd
hate for anything to have to happen to it...
> Rocky. He was sitting straight as a rod over by the
>main window, his eyes wide open in an attempt to stay awake.
>"Hello," he slurred.
TOM: Yes, folks, Rocky is hopped-up on goofballs!
>.........."Yeah, hi. Nurse Gayser?
CROW: And relation to Paul Michael Gayser?
> I'm gonna take him home, if
>that's okay."
>.........."What about his parents?"
TOM: This is _Mighty_Morphin'_Power_Rangers_- adults don't
matter!
>.........."I drove him here," lied Adam. _Does she know I don't
>drive? Oh man..._
>..........His fears were abated when she smiled at him.
CROW: So, before his fears were abated, was he waiting with
bated breath?
>"All right, go ahead. Feel better, Rocky."
CROW: Again?
TOM: Oh, no...
>.........."Uh-huh," he muttered, and allowed Adam to drag him
>outside.
>.........."Listen, Rocky," Adam told him as soon as they were in
>the clear. "I'm taking you to the Power Chamber, okay? We're
>gonna try something."
>.........."Okay."
Continued in part 2
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The story "Nightmares" is the property of Kittie, and is used
with her kind permission. This MiSTing is not meant as an
attack on MMPR, and certainly not Kittie <who's done many fine
MMPR fanfics>; it is merely something I did for fun.
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