13x05 - Dogged

[bunniefuu]

What are you doing?

Mmm. Watching you read.

l don't want to ask you
why you're watching me read.

But could you at least do it
without chomping on your food?

Toast. Want some?

lt's buttey.

Buttey?

- Buttey.
- All right!

- Where is he, Z?
- Jack?

Sky? Cruger? Boom?

Gruumm? Am l getting close?

Peanuts!

All out of peanuts, but l got
some toast. Want some? It's buttey.

No. Peanuts!

You know, Peanuts, the stuffed animal
l've had since l was five.

- You've only had that thing for a year?
- Vey funny.

Now what did you do with him?

l didn't take your Peanuts.
End of conversation.

But he's gone. Who would've taken him?

[r_ster crowing]

No!

Good dog.

[Mora] Is it hot enough?

Good.

There you are, Mora.

- Did you come to play with me?
- l need your mind.

Fat chance. l need my mind,
and you're not getting it.

l meant, l need you
to think of a plan of action.

OK. Got one.

But...

...l'm not telling unless you have tea
with Cindy and me.

[laughs] l am the Emperor
of the Troobian...

- Empire, blah, blah, blah.
- Mora.

This gift l gave you, this deal l made!

lt can be taken away at my command.

OK, OK, sory.

But who is going
to have a tea pam with me?

- Good day, my emperor.
- Yes, Broodwing.

Silence, child.
l have business with Gruumm.

And l have a plan for Gruumm,

and if you don't have tea with me,
l'm not telling him.

- Fine with me.
- But not with me. Sit, Broodwing!

- l will not!
- Oh, you will sit.

OK. l'm sitting.

- Good Broodwing.
- [sighs]

OK, l'll be the mommy.

Gruumm is the daddy.

And Broodwing
is our little baby... bat.

- [growls]
- [Mora] Now, here's my idea.

Broodwing gathers
all the monsters he knows

and brings them...

You're not drinking your tea, Broodwing.

- l'm not thirsty.
- Drink it!

OK. l... l'm drinking.

Look, see? See?

Mmm. Mm. Mm.

Yum.

[man] You smelly little runt!

l know you have that formula,
now hand it over!

Settle down! l'll give it to you.

That's better.

[Piggy] Here, take it.

Now... [chuckles]

...a little payment
would be appreciated.

- Of course. Here's your payment!
- [screaming]

You weren't supposed
to turn back. You tricked me!

Well, you turned me into slime.

l'm not saying l didn't like it,
but we had a deal.

Rotten eggs?

- [sizzling]
- Oh, they smell absolutely putrid.

- They'll make a great omelette.
- Then give me the right formula!

- But you can't use it on me.
- Deal.

Here you go.

[sniffs] Mmm.

Hey, who's out there?

Oh, yes! It works!

Excellent.

[Syd] Bridge?

[electronic voice] Eight, seven, six,

- five, four, three...
- Why's the computer counting down?

- mo, one.
- Hi, Syd.

Look out!

Toast done.

[gasps] What was that for?

Toast? l thought your computer
was gonna explode.

Why would it do that?

l iust amped it up to make toast.
Want a piece?

No. l just came by to give you this.

[r_ster crowing]

- Leave me alone.
- [monkey howling]

lt was delivered to my room.
l figured it must be yours.

Finally, my new issue
o_ Extreme UMrade.

Boom and l are gonna upgrade
his computer with a super processor,

maybe even a waffle iron.

So there's a whole magazine
about customising your computer?

- How can l get a subscription?
- You can borrow mine when l'm done.

Wait, that was sarcasm, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- [bird chirping]

Stop it!

Doesn't this thing ever run out of
batteries? It's always following me.

l thought you liked dogs?

Of course l do. My family
raises pedigree Pomeranians.

This, however, is not a dog,
it's a glorified appliance.

[woman] Power Rangers, report
to the Command Centre immediately.

There have been several missing person
reports in the industrial district.

- [horse neighing]
- Not now, R.l.C.

l want you to investigate.

l could check out the area.

- Good.
- And we'll monitor for any signs

of alien activity.

- [elephant trumpeting]
- What is your problem?

Aw, he likes you.

Go away!

- [monkey howling]
- Oh !

You stupid robot,
Iook what he did to my uniform!

Get out of the way, R.l.C.

[donkey braying]

Hmm?

- Don't wory, it's only coolant.
- He must really like you, commander.

Why do we even keep
that malfunctioning beast around?

He's useless,
not to mention totally annoying.

Unfortunately, R.l.C# s technology
is practically obsolete.

lt won't be long
until he will have to be deactivated.

What? Commander! Are you kidding me?

Well, if you ask me he's been ready
for the scrap heap for a while now.

Syd, that's pre_ cold. Even for you.

You heard the commander, he's outdated.

OK, R.l.C. may not be perFect, but
he's still part of the S.P.D. family.

lt's a machine, not a pet.

lt's broke, so we replace it.

lf it's a matter of money, l'm sure my
father would be happy to write a check.

- Whatever, people. l have work to do.
- [chuckling]

[goat sounds]

What are you doing here?

l don't need you
messing up my investigation.

You stay in here, got it?

[r_ster crowing]

- [screaming]
- [maniacal laughing]

You're not going anywhere.

l'll take that.

Looks like trouble. Come on.

- Hold it right there!
- Who's gonna make me?

One, S.P.D. Red!

Two, S.P.D. Blue!

Three, S.P.D. Green!

Four, S.P.D. Yellow!

Meet my friends.

Gear up, Rangers!

Let's do it.

Delta Blasters.

There he is.

Not so fast!

[Jack] Got 'em!

Yeah!

Whoa!

You'll never stop me!

E_.

Piggy, can l talk to you for a minute?

[chuckling] Well, if it isn't
the little S.P.D. princess.

l thought l smelled something... clean.

lt's called soap. Ty it sometime.

Please!

People have been reported missing.
Did you see anything unusual last night?

Let's see.

A three-headed Sorian eating a car.

Verma, the worm woman,
out walking her snail.

No, nothing unusual.

[howling]

- What's that?
- Deodorant.

Put that away!

Maybe l do remember
some little skirmish last night.

Check out over there.

Hmm. Green slime.

Kat should have a look at this.

Hmm. l don't think so.

Huh?

[squealing]

Fist of Stone!

Oh, no, what did they do to you?

- R.l.C.!
- [goat sounds]

[Kat] Hmm. Interesting.

Hmm. What is it, Miss Manx?

l'm not sure, some sort of
petroleum-based energy fluid,

but there are definitely traces
of human DNA.

Hmm. Well done, Cadet Drew.

This could help us
find those missing people.

l would've never been able to bring it
back if it weren't for R.l.C. How is he?

l'm afraid the damage was extensive.

Most of his parts
aren't even made anymore.

What are you saying?

lt was a difficult decision,
but we had to deactivate him.

l'm sory.

[man] All D Squad cadets
please report to training ground...

- Hold it, cadet.
- Yes, sir... ma'am.

What are you doing?

Taking some cyberiunk,
old computer parts,

stuff like that,
to the recycling centre.

Recycling as in crushing, melting,
turning into something else?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Stand back, cadet.

Cadet, did you sort the Earth metals
from the galactic metals?

- No.
- Earth plastics from protein plastics?

The glass from the ultra glass?

- l didn't know.
- l'll take over from here.

You can go back to the S.P.D. manual's
chapter on recycling. Cary on.

But l...

What part of ''cary on''
do you not understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Remind me again why this
is the best way to solve a problem.

Gravity causes ideas
to go downward to your head.

That way your brain
can soak 'em up better.

- Oh. OK.
- Bridge, get offyour butt...

...or your head.

- l have a proiect for you guys.
- What? What's going on?

How would you and Boom like
to do the ultimate extreme upgrade?

- [electronic bleeps]
- Pliers.

[sparking]

[sighing]

[Gruumm] Next!

My plan is to turn people into parsnips
and plant them in the ground.

Mm-mm.

- [screaming]
- [crashing]

l'm thinking evil hand puppets.

- [growls]
- [shrieks]

[growls]

- Emperor.
- This one better be good.

Your plan, remember?

Mmm.

For you.

Hm?

Slime? You bring me slime?

My emperor, this is energy fluid,

made from a most
interesting source: humans.

Nice.

[Cruger] Many more people
have disappeared.

This has become a city-wide crisis.

Where is Cadet Carson?

Ladies and gentlemen...

And assorted extra-terrestrials.

May we present...

[both] R.l.C. Version .O!

- [barking]
- [Syd] Yay!

l knew you guys could do it!

Oh, you have no idea.
Check out his mad new skills.

OK, you got your basic CD/DVD player,

a projector, a refrigerator...

Amusing new additions.

l'm sure he would be
great fun at a pam.

But he isn't an asset to S.P.D.

Au contraire, mon Commandeur.

l amped up his,
like, his w*apon systems.

And l upgraded his
surveillance capabilities,

and l installed new tracking so Mvare.

His sensoy capabilities
should be off the chain.

Then he can help us
find more ofthis stuff.

Uh... yeah, the thing is,

we haven't really had a chance
to test the new programs...

[Syd] Come on, R.l.C. Find it.

[barking]

- [Boom] Whoa!
- [Bridge] Um...

[Cruger growling]

[sirens sounding]

[Syd] Don't lose him, Z.

[sni_ing]

There! He found something!

Good job, boy!

[barking]

Come on!

ls this the spot?

[grunting]

[whining]

- [Jack] Come on, Syd. Give it up.
- Just a few more minutes.

l hate to say it, but he obviously
wasn't able to trace the scent.

We're not sure of that yet.

l told you, Syd, we didn't have
enough time to test the program.

lt's still kinda buggy.

But he seemed so sure.

[Sky] There's no use in all of us
wasting our time out here.

Come on, guys.

Come on, R.l.C.

[whining]

[thunderclap]

l don't know what happened.

Something in his mainframe
must have had a glitch.

lt's OK, Bridge.
R.l.C. will still make a good pet.

Even if he
isn't exactly S.P.D. material.

[whining]

[groaning]

Whoo.

- Whoo!
- [rumbling]

[screams]

Oh, my goodness.

Wow!

l knew it! R.l.C. was right!

[groaning]

l am so going to the spa
when this is over.

You're so not going anywhere!

OK, l'm filthy, cranky,

and my new shoes are trashed.

Do you really want to mess with me?

[growls]

S.P.D. Emergency!

S.P.D. Pink!

Yaaa!

- You want more of the same?
- Time for some backup.

Looks like you're on your own.

[screams]

[beeping]

- What's going on?
- His sensors are all messed up.

- [alarm sounds]
- [Jack] Syd needs help.

[Cruger growls]

l just had that fixed.

Whoa!

You Rangers are useless.
Why don't you just give up?

Eveyone thought R.l.C. was useless too,
but he came back strong.

lf he can do it, so can l!

Time to finish this game!

Didn't see that coming.

- R.l.C.!
- Who invited you?

[barks]

Get off!

Deltamax Blaster!

Hornpedo, fire!

My horn! My beautiful horn!

Oh, get over it!

Good teamwork, boy.

Looks like R.l.C.
sensed she needed help.

You're right.
She wasn't able to call us.

- l'm not finished yet.
- l got this one.

Hold on, Syd. Why don't
we let R.l.C. take it from here?

- What?
- R.l.C., fetch it, boy!

- How cool is that?
- A Canine Cannon. l love it!

You'll pay for destroying my horn!

l think it's you who's gonna pay.

Let's see what the
judgment scanner says about you.

- Huh?
- Judgment Mode.

Guilty.

- Let's do it.
- No!

- Canine Cannon.
- Fire!

Ahh!

- This way, eveybody.
- Keep going!

- Hey, let me out!
- [Syd] Not a chance.

- Power down.
- [barking]

l guess that makes us even, huh, R.l.C.?

[Jack] Another case solved
by the brilliant B Squad.

l knew R.l.C. would come through for us.

But don't forget,
you came through for him too.

[woman] Power Rangers, report
to the Command Centre immediately.

Now what did we do?

[Cruger] For extraordinay service
in the line of duty,

a special commendation to our
Robotic Interactive Canine, R.l.C.

A most valuable member
of the S.P.D. team.

[all cheering]

R.l.C. Version .O is great,
but, you know,

l kinda miss the old R.l.C.

Well, we didn't change
all his programming.

There's still some old R.l.C. in there.

[Cruger] l can veri_ that
to be true, cadets.

[all laughing]