We're still trying, Tommy.
Please!
Allow me to save you the trouble, Rangers.
(ominous music)
Oh, my gosh.
How'd he get in there?
I haven't got a clue.
Your precious Pink Ranger is here with me.
I'm having a wonderful time,
draining all the power out of her body.
It's quite a spectator sport.
By the end of today,
she will no longer be in the pink.
In fact, she'll be history!
See, she's already sleeping in quite comfortably,
which is nice work,
if you can get it.
[Zordon] I demand that you release the Pink Ranger.
Silence!
The only one making demands at this point is me.
What do you want?
Teleport me to your command center,
and I will tell you in person.
The command center is no place for the evil likes of you!
Do it now,
or risk harm to your precious Kimberly.
Zordon, we don't have a choice.
We have to.
For Kimberly.
[Zordon] I agree with your decision, Tommy.
Alpha, you may proceed.
(electronic beeping)
(ominous whirling) (dark foreboding music)
(Lord Zedd laughing)
Greetings, my friends.
Isn't anyone going to ask me how my trip was?
Get on with it, Zedd.
While you sit there, Kimberly's life is ebbing away.
Hm, not a bad place.
A little tacky.
When I take over, I'll have my darling wife redecorate it.
(Lord Zedd laughing)
Oh, Alpha.
You can come out of hiding!
I don't like you, Ed.
It's Zedd, you blinking bucket of bolts!
Lord Zedd!
Get on with it, Zedd.
What do you want?
Alright, Power Rangers.
(Alpha groaning) This is your dilemma.
You agree to pilot my new fleet of Zords,
and do all my evil bidding,
or you can refuse my offer,
in which case, we can all sit around and have a jolly time,
watching the Pink Ranger waste away.
I will never let you get away with this.
Safe your breath, Zordon!
I'm giving the commands around here.
Now, I'll give you moment to make your decision.
Tommy, what do we do?
We can't let anything happen to Kimberly.
She's one of us.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time is up now, heroes.
Or should I say, zeros!
(laughing) Oh, zeros!
That's a good one.
So now, what did you decide?
I can't wait to hear it.
(maniacal laughing)
(ominous music)
We'll pilot your Zords, Zedd.
Wise choice, Rangers.
You will report for duty at dusk,
with your new master:
me!
Get ready for the ride of your lives!
(evil laughing) See ya!