The Shining Hills Art Museum had, by now, been completely rebuilt (after the fiasco in episode 7), and there were now more visitors than ever! Truro’s art work was now safe and sound back in its exhibit. At the Ranger Base, there was the frequent tapping at the keyboard in the computer room as Chris Burrell updated the Pencil Force website. Carly and Liz were already on their way to the art museum. As they went, they scanned the area, frequently, for any signs of misconduct . . . all was well! In the ZACC, Billy was conducting a clean-up operation. He rushed about here and there, polishing until the place flashed. “Got to be in mint condition!” he said. “Aye yai yai! That’s bright!” stammered Alpha. Zordon laughed silently. Down in the Zord Hangar, Dan was starting up the Tardizord motors. “This lever up . . . and this one to the right.” He murmured. Carlos, Carlnados and Cedric entered. “Hi, fellas.” Dan said. “We heard the motors, so we presume we’re going off on another adventure?” enquired Cedric. “Absolutely.” Replied Dan. Truro entered the Tardizord on the T-Machine. “Are we ready for take-off?” asked Dan. Truro, Cedric, Carlos and Carlnados nodded. “Then, here we go!” said Dan, pulling down the ignition lever. The familiar clock sound rang out as the Tardizord dematerialised from the Hangar, and back into the Time Tunnel. Carlnados, Cedric and Carlos watched the big screen on the wall, which showed live pictures of the Time Tunnel. “Any ideas on where we’re going, Dan?” asked Truro. “Nope.” Replied Dan, glancing at the Location/Date panel. Ten minutes passed, and the Tardizord emerged in a night scene and landed with a THUD! Dan looked at the Location/Date panel again. “Jehosophat!” he gasped. “This is interesting.” Dan made his way to the doors. “What is it, Dan? Where have we landed?” enquired Truro. “I believe we’ve landed . . .” began Dan as he opened the door, and peeped out. “. . . er, somewhere in Bigg City.” he finished. “What brought you to that conclusion?” asked Truro. Then, he glanced at the Location/Date panel. “Ah . . .!” he said, and cleared his throat. Dan was 100% accurate. They had, indeed, landed in Bigg City. The group found themselves amongst some warehouses as they exited the Tardizord, which Dan shrank and pocketed. Suddenly, an alarm rang. “Hello. There seems to be a fire nearby!” observed Carlos. Carlnados took a deep breath . . . and coughed! “Blimey! It’s coming from over there!” he spluttered and pointed out to sea. And, sure enough, there came a lot of smoke in the distance from out at sea. “Holy Toledo!” Cedric remarked. Then, the five noticed the Fire Chief racing to the scene of emergency. “That could take some time. The extinguishing of the flames, I mean.” said Truro to Dan. “Yes. He’ll need all the help he can get.” added Dan. Just then, they heard a whistle. “I say. What are you lot standing there for? There is a hazardous situation here!” came a voice. Dan and Truro turned around. “Hello, Top Hat.” they said. “Yes, we’re aware of the current state of emergency, but we’re unsure what started it.” “Now, I don’t intend to be nosey, but I don’t exactly know who you are or where you’re from.” pointed out Top Hat. The five explained themselves and Top Hat listened with interest. “Time travellers, eh? How intriguing.” he said. “Shall we go and see what all the fuss is about?” “Very well.” said Dan, and the five got onto Top Hat’s deck and they set off. When the eventually arrived at the scene, they saw that the blaze was coming from a tramper, heavily laden with full fuel tanks. Top Hat eased back. “By Jove! This is hotting up!” he spluttered. The Fire Chief and Warrior were trying to contain the blaze, but it raged, fiercely. “Keep spraying, Warrior.” “I’m trying, sir!” Dan looked around, quickly. “Let’s see . . .!” he said, thoughtfully. “What’s wrong, Dan?” asked Truro. “Nothing. I’m just seeing if there is a fire barge somewhere nearby.” Replied Dan. “Hey, Top Hat. I could do with some help, here!” called Warrior. “What? Are you implying that I should help?” asked Top Hat, indignantly. “Oh, the very thought!” Dan confronted Top Hat face to face. “Now, come on, Top Hat. I know your pride and your cleanliness is at stake, but right now, those two need the help they can get, and since you’re the only nearby tug . . . remember the night the Krakatoa sank?” “Oh, alright, alright!” huffed Top Hat, reluctantly. “That’s the spirit, Top Hat!” Dan grinned. Top Hat turned to starboard and made all speed to the fire station. As luck would have it, there were some fire barges moored up in case of emergencies. “Come on, lads. Let’s get these tied on!” instructed Dan as he took some rope and tied them to Top Hat. Soon, the others aided Dan and four fire barges were tied to Top Hat’s bow. “They’re secure now. Right away, Top Hat!” called Truro. “Very well, old chap!” called Top Hat, as he revved his engine and sped off back to the scene of disaster. Warrior and the Fire Chief were becoming filthier and filthier. “I’m nearly out of water, sir!” coughed Warrior. “Just keep spraying, Warrior. Keep going!”