Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writer's Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.

If you haven't done so, please read the first two hundred stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet," and "Those Rangers Just Keep on Meeting."

This is story number one. It was requested by StupidArmidllo.

Dustin and Carlos

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Perfect!" announced Dustin as he reached the empty meadow. He had spent most of the day looking for a private place to practice his Earth Ninja Skills. No matter where he went he got zapped with lightning. Blake just couldn't forgive Dustin for calling Factory Red and Factory Yellow and telling them that Blake was using a super secret fuel to win his races. Tomorrow Dustin was going to call Factory Black, Factory Pink, and Factory Green. He was sure that would cover all of them.

"Hey!" cried Carlos from where he had been laying in the grass. "Stop stepping on us bugs!"

Dustin glanced over at the older man. "Oh, wow!" He quickly dove into the ground and popped up next to Carlos. "You're one of those Space Rangers that showed up in Angel Grove!"

"No more autographs," sighed Carlos. After all, he wouldn't be able to sell autographed Ranger photos on EBay if he gave them away to these yahoos for free.

"Fine, I don't want one anyway," retorted Dustin. He had already bought an autographed picture of each Space Ranger from EBay. He still couldn't figure out why Tori didn't have a beard and mustache like the female Space Rangers did

"Good, then let me get back to communing with my fellow insects." Carlos lay back down and began mumbling to a brown beetle.

"So, Dude," said Dustin. "Were you born insane, or did the space radiation do it for you?"

"Pardon me," Carlos said to the bug which was busy chewing on a blade of grass. "I have to get rid of this annoying human." He got up and walked threateningly over to Dustin.

"Whoa, hold up, Dude! Don't hurt me. I just don't see why you think you're a…ooooof!" gasped Dustin as Carlos attempted to crawl on him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Only Kapri's allowed to do that!" He had decided the best way to get back at Marah for tricking him was to date her sister. Unfortunately, he was now too terrified of Cam's meaner cousin to break up with her.

"So, how do you like me crawling on your arm?" asked Carlos. "Scared of creepy alien bugs?" He had never told the other Space Rangers, but he had enjoyed the fear and horror he was certain he had instilled in them during his stint as a Barillian Bug.

"What bug?" groaned Dustin as Carlos now sat piggy back on his shoulders. "Al I see is a guy who's loonier than Cam when he loses Internet connection." With a giant heave, he threw Carlos off him.

"Whump!" Carlos landed in an undignified heap on the ground. "You're right!" he sobbed. "I'm nothing but a third grade has-been Ranger. Both Andros and TJ are better. Red Rangers are always better!" He wasn't aware that he was repeating the recording that Andros and TJ had played by his ear every night for three months. "I even overheard them discussing the possibility of getting Justin's dad to allow him to replace me as the Black Space Ranger."

Dustin's face darkened. "Yeah, I know what you mean, Dude. I'll never be a great Ranger like Shane and Hunter!" He was also unaware of the two Rangers using the same recording on him.

Carlos slowly stood up. "But, when I got turned into a big Barilian Bug, they all feared me. They were all…"

"Looking for a giant can of Raid?"

"…intimidated. I want to be a giant bug again! I want respect!" Carlos threw himself back on the ground and began crawling toward an anthill. "Hi, neighbors! Room for one more?"

"Respect?" asked Dustin incredulously. "You're kidding, right?" He then dove under the ground and popped up through the anthill.

"No!" screamed Carlos. "You murderer! Murderer! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" He ran off. A half hour later, he was arrested for calling 911 for bogus reasons.

"Heh, heh, heh," chuckled Dustin. "Heh, heh, eeeeeeeeyowwwwwwwww!" He cried as he began ripping off his clothes to get rid of the fire ants.

AN: Well, I finally got the first one done. I guess I'm mentally slowing more as I get older and older.