Five weeks had passed since the eradication of the Stupordhast brothers, and Carly, CB and Liz were feeling refreshed after their long recovery. Truro was out for a stroll in downtown Shining Hills. Dan was doing some work on the Tardizord Console. Everything had to be kept well in order. He then proceeded to clean the walls on the interior, and the woodwork on the exterior. Soon, the Tardizord was sparkling inside and out. He had just exited the Tardizord, which was parked in the ZACC, when the viewing sphere came on. “We have had reports of a giant airship in the shape of an alligator flying above downtown Shining Hills” came the announcer’s voice. Sure enough, the ship was indeed in a shape of an alligator. “Oh my god!” Carlos gasped, climbing onto Dan’s back and clinging on with his coils. “Alligatrons!” Dan sneered. “What are Alligatrons?” enquired Billy. “A bunch of metal alligators.” Dan explanined. “Truro, Carlos and I fought against them on the planet Serpentopia to get rid of those metal loonies!” Dan, with Carlos still on his back, beckoned Carlnados into the Tardizord. “We’ll give them a welcome they’ll never forget!” he grinned. The Tardizord door closed, dematerialised from the ZACC and materialised in the landing site of the Alligatron ship. Truro ran over to where Dan, Carlos and Carlnados were standing, just as the ship landed. “No . . . no, it can’t be!” Truro gasped. The doors opened and out came hoards of Alligatrons. Dan pulled out his notebook and pencil, and drew out a water gun. He fed his pencil through the paper, and, as always, it became solid matter. The Alligatrons formed 3 lines, facing Dan, Truro and the nagas. Their eyes flashed red as they stood still. “We destroyed you, and yet you will not get lost? You are really starting to p*** us off!” Truro yelled. “TRURO!” Dan growled through clenched teeth. “Sorry, Dan!” Truro said quietly, going red slightly. An alligatron let loose a red laser, which hit Truro in the arm. “Aaaagh . . .Shhh. . . .ugar!” he roared, as the force sent him into a nearby alleyway. Carlos and Carlnados went to see if he was OK, and helped him up. Truro winced. “Agh! Careful, guys!” he gasped. Dan turned from Truro to the Alligatrons. He had had enough! With a disdainful look in his eyes, he readied his water gun. “That’s it! Now, I’m completely and utterly cheesed off! I demand to know why you are here. ANSWER!!!” he demanded. An Alligatron’s mouth opened. “We have come to enslave your planet!” it replied in a Dalek-ish type voice. “Why?” Dan asked. “Because you destroyed us, boy.” came an oily voice. The Alligatrons parted, and out from the ship came a humanoid Alligatron in a wheelchair. What? An Alligator version of Davros? Give me a break! thought Dan to himself. “Who the Dickens are you?” he asked. “I am Dr. Al. E. Gator, creator of the Alligatrons.” Dan raised an eyebrow, thinking what an utter prat Gator seemed. “You created these . . . these . . . worn out hunks of metal!?” he started. “I did.” replied Gator, coolly. “I repeat my question: Why are you here . . . on Earth?” Dan demanded. “To enslave your planet!” replied the Alligatrons. “You told me that already!” Dan huffed. “Why?” “You foiled our plans to conquer and enslave Serpentopia, by protecting the planet and destroying my proudest creation. So we’ve come to enslave your planet instead.” explained Dr. Gator. “Well, not on my watch!” Dan growled. “I suggest you get out of here or perish!” “What if I refuse?” demanded Gator. “EXTERMINATE!” roared Dan, and jets of water shot out from the water gun. Instantly, the Alligatrons crackled, buzzed and blew up. “NO!” cried Gator. “I warned you! I warned you, but did you listen to me, oh no! You had to start conquering two planets which don’t belong to you! YOU ARE A DISGRACE!”  Dan yelled, turning red. Truro looked on, aghast. “Blimey! He’s going mad!” he said. “And I thought I was the only one with a temper . . .”  “Fine!” sneered Gator. “If we can’t take Earth, we’ll take you instead!” He raised a clawed hand, and electricity came out and shocked Dan “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” “DAN!” Dan looked back, sparking. “Don’t . . . worry about . . . me!” he called, sparking between words.” “I . . . will contact you . . . in the Tardizord . . . agh!” Carlos and Carlnados had a worried expression on their faces. “Don’t worry, guys!” called Dan. “I’ve been . . . in worse incidents . . . than this!” The electricity formed a sphere around Dan and it floated into the Alligatron ship, which disappeared. “The swine! That Alligator SWINE!” Truro’s voice echoed throughout the universe.

 Zordon had seen the incident from the ZACC. “He isn’t dead, is he?” asked Alpha. “Dead? No, of course not.” Zordon replied. “Just paralyzed and unconscious.” Truro, who was in the Tardizord with Carlos and Carlnados, started working the controls, his eyes shining with grief. “That alligator git will pay! He will pay if he’s killed Dan!” he growled through clenched teeth. He winced at the pain in his wounded arm.

 Zordon was right. Dan was not dead. He was in fact alive, but in a sticky situation. When he came to, he found himself in a cage cell, face down. He opened his eyes, hazily. “W-where am I?” he croaked. “You are in a prison cell on board the Alligatron Ship.” came a man’s voice in the back of the cell. “I can tell.” Dan replied weakly. “Oh, my head!” he gasped, holding his head. “Not meaning to be rude or anything, but who are you, if you are there?” enquired Dan. “I am Cedric.” came the voice. Dan’s vision went back to normal, and he could just pick up an outline of a naga. He rubbed his eyes and gazed. He remembered that Carlos said something about a Cedric he knew.  A glistening albino python tail slinked out from the darkness and helped Dan to his feet. “Tell me. Are you friends with the naga called Carlos?” asked Dan. “You know Carlos?” asked Cedric. “You bet I do.” replied Dan. "He became friends with me and my friend when we got rid of the Alligatrons on Serpentopia." "How did you get to Serpentopia?" asked Cedric. He came into the light, and Dan could see that he was a mid-age man in a scientist/doctor suit, with the body of an albino python. "By a space/time-travel machine I built" Dan replied. "Intriguing!" said Cedric. "By the way, the name's Dan. I'm the Blue Fan Art Ranger." Dan said. Cedric shook Dan's hand. "Now that we know each other, I think it's time we got out of here!" Dan said, looking at the cell door. "How? Those bars are 100% metal!" Dan pointed his sonic screwdriver at the bars, and they shattered. "That's how!" Dan grinned as he came out. "Come on!" he added, holding his hand out to help Cedric out of the cage. "Ooooh!" he groaned, as he stretched his tail and arms. "I was beginning to get dreadful cramp in there!"  Meanwhile, in the Tardizord, Truro was thinking of a plan to get rid of Dr. Gator as vengeance for Dan, when Dan appeared on the central column.  "Boo!" called Dan. Truro jumped. "Don't do that!" seethed Truro. He recovered. "Are you all right, Dan?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm fine" Dan replied. "What happened after you got electricityfied?" "Well, I was put in this cell at the back of the ship, and I found myself face down inside it. And when I came to, I found I wasn't alone. Someone had been locked up in the cell I was in." "Who?" asked Carlos. "Hey, Carlos!" came Cedric's voice. "Cedric!" Carlos gasped. "You mean he was still taken captive by those alligator buggers?" "Yes, that is true." Dan answered. "Well, don't move, guys. We're coming into land." "Righto." Dan replied. "Better stand back, Cedric! This, you're gonna like!" Both Dan and Cedric moved back a few spaces as the familiar ticking echoed through one of the corridors of the Alligatron ship. There came a flashing light, and the Tardizord appeared. Truro opened the door, walked out and tapped Dan on the head. "Ow!" Dan gasped. "Yes, I'm still in one piece." "OK, I'll buy that! You are definitely in one piece!" Truro conceded. He urned and noticed Cedric. "Ah, so this is Cedric up close? He's taller than those two." "I think he knows that!" laughed Carlos.  Truro and Cedric shook hands.