Dan and Truro were the only rangers present in the Zord Hangar. A newsflash appeared on a TV screen. “
This is SHN, and here is a newsflash . . .” announced the newsreader. “Riot at the Art gallery. A thief broke
in to the art gallery today and made off with some rare art and left chaos and destruction in his wake.” Truro clapped
a hand to his face. “D’oh!” he complained. “What?!?” Dan gasped. “Eyewitnesses at the
scene described the suspect as tall with a big bushy tail.” The newsreader droned on, and Dan turned off the TV set.
“ Well, At least we know who we're looking for.” He said to Truro. “Three guesses who, “ agreed Truro.
Let’s do a scan of the whole city and track that werefox down.” “Great idea. Are you ready?” Dan asked.“Yep.”
Answered Truro. “BLOODY SCANNER!” called the two rangers, hitting their morpher buttons. “North Western
Master- Red Fan Art Ranger!” called Truro. “Enemy of Cybermen and Daleks - Blue Fan Art Ranger.” called
Dan. They both fed their pencils through some paper and their mopeds appeared. They hopped onto them and revved them up. “Hi
ho Blue-er, awaaaaay!” called Dan, and roared away. Truro blinked. “Blue-er?” he puzzled. Shaking his head,
he motored after him. At the art gallery, Kitsune was chuckling to himself. “And now for the red pencil twerp ranger's
paintings! Muahahahahahahahahaha!” he laughed. He was about to lay his greasy gloved paws on Truro’s beloved works,
when . . . “Halt! The games up, Kit - loony!” “That's Kitsune, to you” snarled Kitsune to the Blue
ranger. “Drop the paintings fox! They won't do you much good where you're going!” Truro sneered. “Oh really?
Try me!” taunted Kitsune. “You asked for it!” Dan said, drawing his screwdriver from his pocket. “Did
I? I don't think so!” laughed Kitsune, sending a bolt of lightning towards Dan, who was propelled backwards and out
of the window. “Damn it!” Dan groaned. Kitsune turned round too late to hear the cry of “Shining
Foil!” “Oh bloody hell! Not again!” snarled Kitsune, drawing his sabre. “Stoner Dragons! Arrive!”
The Stoners arrived and surrounded Dan, who was now standing in the middle of the field. “Truro! I'll deal with this
lot.” called Dan. “OK, Dan” Truro called back, ducking from a stab from Kitsune. The fight drew on. “What?
With a dinky little screwdriver?” taunted Kitsune. “Nope. With a pencil and pad!” Dan replied. Kitsune snorted.
Dan drew a sledgehammer on the paper and fed his pencil through it. The sledgehammer became solid matter. “Alley-oop!”
he called as he swung the sledgehammer. Clannnng! Went the sledgehammer, which crashed into a stoner, which crumbled. “Ah,
smashing!” grinned Dan. “Keep him busy, Truro!” he called. “Okay. SWORD OF LIGHT!” called Truro.
The broadsword appeared in Truro’s hand. Meanwhile, the Stoners were tiring. “Aww. Are the ickle wickle dragons
to tired? No? Well come and blooming get me then, granite breaths!” taunted Dan. 30 Stoners surrounded Dan, but as the
Countdown music played from the clock on his shirt, Dan smashed them up, one per second. Meanwhile, Truro was about to use
his S.O.L. Technique. “Hissatsu- NEKO ME SURRASHU!” he called. “Oh *bleep*!” yelled Kitsune. He yelled
as Truro’s attack hit him squarely in the chest, which caused him to vanish in a huge puff of smoke. “He’s
history!” Truro grinned in his visor. “Um, hold that thought!” Dan said, pointing up. “Look!”
“What the Dickens?” gasped Truro. The smoke floated outside and Kitsune reappeared, and was now the same size
as the megazord. “Oh bloody hell!” Truro said through clenched teeth. He boiled with rage, as a meter on his morpher
began to grow. “Holy CECIL! It’s Kitzilla!” Dan gawked, his eyes popping madly. Kitzilla cackled. “Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
No one can stop me now!” And with that, he took a swipe at a nearby building, and flattened it in seconds.” “Geez!”
Dan yelled, jumping a mile. Meanwhile, Truro, still red in the face, was making a decision. “Normal Megazord, or the
new one? Normal I think. I'll save the new one for the next episode! All right Truro, calm down. Remember your
breathing... F.Art Zords! Arrive!” “Hang on! There's only two of us here at present.” Dan cut in. Truro
closed his eyes at let out a loud “D’OH!” The two rangers got into their zords and began the battle. “Blue
Spark! Fire!” called Dan, hitting a big blue button on the control pad in his zord. “Furnace blast!” called
Truro, hitting a big red button on his console, but the attacks were wasted, for Kitzilla teleported behind the Tardizord.
“Oh, crud!” Truro gasped and sprayed Kitzilla with fire. “Aaaaagh! You’ll pay for this!” roared
the big overgrown vulpine twit. “You're fired!” called Dan. “Hot next? Oh yeah. My turn to heat him next!”
Truro groaned. Dan’s puns were too tough to take, as well as Kitzilla wrecking the whole town. “Cut it out, Dan!”
he pleaded. “All right, all right” Dan replied. He composed himself and saw a button in a glass case on his left.
On the case it said “To be used in emergencies only.” “Perfect!” grinned Dan. “Oi, foxbreath!
Fancy having a bit of Time Vortex?” he called to Kitsune. The Tardizord lamp lit up and a colourful vortex rotated on
top of it. “Fancy a little light show?” “Oh, Double *bleepity bleep bleep bleep*” Kitzilla swore under
his breath. He shrank as the vortex accelerated. “Your turn, Truro! Use your Furnace blast to turn the vortex into a
portal! The Portal leads to a different dimension!”” “Right. FURANCE BLAST!” replied Truro. The vortex
now became a portal, and Kitzilla got sucked in. “I'm gonna get you Blue and Red Rangeeeeeeeerrrrrrr!” called
Kitsune, bitterly as the portal closed behind him. “Not blooming likely!” Dan grinned in his visor. “Hah!
Excellent ending!” Truro grinned inside his rather clouded visor. The Fart Zords returned to the Zord Hangar. “Rennacs
Ydoolb!” called Truro and Dan, and de-morphed. They took their mopeds and rode back to the flat.