(engine revving)
- Okay, rangers.
Oran said that sketchy crock pot
should be right below us.
Might as well jump.
- Maybe we should morph and teleport down instead?
That's a long fall and we haven't -
- Surf's up! Yeah!
- Affirmative.
- Sorry, Green.
Woo!
- Ugh, fine.
(dramatic music)
(sizzling)
- [Red] Ow!
Hot, hot, hot, hot , hot, hot, hot.
- Ow!
We're already burnt to a crisp.
We gotta sour up now!
- That's loser talk, Green.
We can top this pot no sweat.
Form up!
- Ow
(groaning)
- Anyone got a first aid kit?
(bubbling)
(explosion)
- How about a first pain kit?
(evil laughing)
- Red, I think we've gotta sour up now.
- Good thinking, Pink.
Time to sour up.
- Am I talking to myself over here?
- Pink pumpkin!
(laser sounds)
(energetic music)
- Yellow squash!
(laser sounds)
(energetic music)
- Green courgette!
(laser sounds)
(energetic music)
- Red zucchini!
(laser sounds)
(energetic music)
(thunder)
- You took forever to morph,
so I'm off to go steal your powers.
Have fun with my kids.
Chive on.
Steal our powers?
(record scratch)
- Oh, that can't be good.
(roaring)
(battling)
- They're too powerful.
- This is not our day.
- There's too many of them.
- Look, up there!
(light chimes)
(intense music) (martial arts grunting)
- Hi ya.
Who are you?
- I am Dorsay, keeper of the Great Chowder.
You must be Oran's Rangers.
- Yeah, but what does it have to do with you?
- And why aren't you wearing like, any clothes?
- You aren't wearing any clothes.
- Holy smokes!
She's right.
- Shh, don't ruin this for me, Yellow.
- I'm afraid Oran's base was attached.
By Chiven Stews.
- Wow!
Simmer down, dude.
(lightening)
- Once he did that, the powers were stolen.
Now the kitchen's as good as his.
- So, how do we stop him now?
- By harnessing the Great Chowder.
(uplifting music)
Gather around.
(increasing energetic music)
(increasing tempo laser sounds)
The Great Chowder will be a fine addition to your powers.
But it's true strength lies within each of you.
Pink, you're bubbling agile, like an oyster.
- Awe.
- Yellow, you are smart, swift, like the clam.
- Don't really see the connection, but okay.
- Green.
- Oh, come on!
- And Red, you are strong.
- Like the mussel?
- Like the mussel.
- Yes!
All right, Rangers.
We've got a kitchen to save.
- Looks (splat) like you're plum out of luck.
(maniacal laugh)
(laser sound)
- Leave that fruit alone, Chiven.
All right, guys.
We've got new chowder gourds.
Let's use them.
- Chowder, oyster, gourd!
- Chowder, clam, gourd!
- Chowder, whatever my new power was, gourd!
- Chowder, mussel, gourd!
- Super, mega-gourd, power up!
(energetic music)
(lightening)
(explosion)
- Super, mega-gourd sour up!
(laser sounds)
(engines revving)
(laser sounds)
- Guys, I just want to say how proud I am
that we jumped to the gourd so quickly.
Usually we -
(crash)
- Ah, eyes up front, Green.
- You're dragging us down again.
- I hope you weren't clamping on to this whole
Chowder idea, Rangers.
(evil laugh)
(electricity popping)
- I can't break loose.
- We've got to do something.
- Should I press the emergency button?
- Yes!
This is definitely an emergency.
(laser sounds)
(blast)
(explosion)
- Looks like soup's off the menu.
- You bruise.
You loose.
(coughing)
- Way to go, Sour Rangers.
- Oh no.
Plum's not gonna make it.
- Wait, remember what we learned?
(patriotic music)
The Great Chowder's true power is still inside us.
Come on.
(uplifting chimes)
(rubber stretching)
(explosion)
- Ewe.
- Let's get outta here.
(blasting off)
(upbeat guitar music)