"Might as well start from the beginning," the villain said. "That's where I fell in love with the franchise, after all."
With a mild exertion of his will, and a shift in reality, he appeared in Angel Grove, not too far from the Angel Grove Youth Center - Gym and Juice Bar. Whistling, he strode over to the building... only for Putties to start swarming the city.
"Talk about your timing, check this action out," the villain said, chuckling. He watched the chaos for a few moments, only for some of the Putties to notice him. He smirked at them. "Oh, you boys wanna go?" he said, beckoning to the claylike creatures. "Please, feel free. I'd love the exercise."
Unintimidated, the Putties charged him, leaping in to attack. Not removing his hands from his pockets, the villain retaliated, defending himself with powerful kicks and dodges, sending the clay monstrosities flying.
There's a flash of color, and in a streak of red, Jason Lee Scott, the Red Ranger, appears before him, slashing apart the Putties in a few quick moves. He turned to the villain. "You okay, sir?"
"Fine," the villain said, grinning. "I had things in hand, but I'm grateful for the help."
"Heh," Jason chuckled. "I saw those kicks. You've got some good moves, but its best to leave monster fighting to the professionals."
"If you say so," the villain said. "I just arrived in town like twenty minutes ago."
"Damn, that's bad timing," Jason said, shaking his head. "Still, hope you don't get too bad a first impression from all this. I kinda need to rejoin my team, so please take shelter in the Juice Bar."
The villain nodded. "Good luck with the monsters," he said.
"GAHAAHAHA!! I AM DISCOMBOBUTRON!" came the cackling voice.
"Thanks," Jason said sardonically. "We'll need it." He ran off, a fast moving red streak joining other colorful streaks heading for the source of the voice.
The villain just stared for a minute, mouthing the word 'Discombobutron' in mild amazement and a great deal of amusement. He snickered, shaking his head, and made his way to the Juice Bar, crushing the head of a Putty that survived the Red Ranger's assault underfoot.
He found everyone hiding in various places inside the bar, the proprietor of the place, Ernie, quickly motioning for him to come over and join them. "Hurry, please!" he said.
The villain cooperated. "I picked a helluva day to first come to Angel Grove, didn't I?" he laughed, giving a fake name. "The name's Phil T. Richman. And yes, my parents had a sense of humor."
Ernie chuckled weakly, introducing himself. "Yeah, your timing's a little bad," he said. "I'll give you a free strawberry smoothie for your troubles."
"I'll take the smoothie, but I'll pay for it. I insist," the villain said. "I'm more fascinated than scared, honestly."
Ernie smiled at him. "Then you're a braver man that I am Gunga-Din," he said.
The villain just grinned lazily.
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