Go, Go, Power Retards... Reborn!

[Raven]

Disclaimer: This work of fiction could be very offensive to the non-open minded readers out there. Unless you know how to take a joke, slur, distorted stereotype, etc, don't read. You have been warned.

Opening Theme: (Sung to the beat of the original Power Rangers)
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!
Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!

=====EPISODE ONE: CHRISTENING THE POWER RETARDS=====

It was one of those nights. You know, those kind of nights. A dark, dreary night you'd expect to see in the incredibly serious works of writers such as Edgar Allen Poe. The sky was dark and dreary, and lightning sounded from the sky. And yet, there was no seriousness on this night, no tension. Instead, tonight would be the night Retardon christened his newest team of Power Retards to protect the world from a proper education!

Retardon and his droid helper, Sped-5, were lounging around in their gingerbread command center as usual, watching PBS Kids while the rain slowly caused the roof to decay when Retardon realized he needed the help of a new squadron of Power Retards.

"Sped-5," Retardon, a massive head off a Gerber Baby Food jar floating in a stasis tube, started, "I need you to assemble me five of the most retarded teenagers you can find."

"Why, Retardon? Aren't I stupid enough for you anymore...?" Retardon's robotic cohort replied, an incredibly gay looking, rainbow colored robot.

"No, you blubbering buffoon!", Retardon snapped back, his shrill cry shattering one of the gingerbread windows. "Ms. Kean, the evil Teacher above all third-grade teachers, has escaped from her detention duty and is trying to educate the citizens of NewTard City!"

"Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee~!", Sped-5 shrieked as he spun around in circles, the assault of information overloading his circuits, "Whatever will we do, Retardon!"

"...WEREN'T YOU LISTENING YOU STUPID R-2 TRASH CAN REPLICA?!" Retardon bellowed, "GET ME SOME F*CKING STUPID AS ALL HELL TEENAGERS, AND DO IT FAST!"

Sped-5, his lenses broken from Retardon's screaming, waddled over to the control panel and pressed a shiny red button. Soon after, five teenagers were beamed into Retardon's presence, and he couldn't have been more satisfied with this group. They were slobbering everywhere, and flopping on the floor like dead fish. All except for one, who he decided would be the Red Power Retard. He was humping Sped-5 and calling him a blow up tuna can while slobbering into his circuits.

"Stop raping my robot!" Retardon bellowed to the most retarded of the five, causing the teen to stop and stare blankly at him, drool beginning to flow all over his t-shirt. "That's better. Now, my five young, completely and utterly socially unrefined friends. I have chosen you to become my new group of Power Retards, whether you like it or not!"

A morbidly obese teen in the back piped up at this point. "Do we get free beef dip and candy as Power Retards?"

"...Fine, whatever." Retardon replied, his incredibly short temper already having cost him enough in constantly checking his blood pressure today. "You five teens are Omnicron-Persei-Eight's last chance to remain incredibly dimwitted forever! We need you to use this power to protect us from the wicked Ms. Kean and her vile Teachers and Aides! And now, allow me to give you your powers..."

Five coins in protective cases from the USA mint float down from heaven and land in the hands of the five Power Retards.

"Tweek! You robot humping freak!", Retardon glares down at the blissfully ignorant idiot, "You're the Red Power Retard, and you gain power of the Mertard, and its MertardZord."

Tweek accepts the coin, and immediately begins to try to eat it through the casing. With what looked to assuredly be an attempt to facepalm without palms, Retardon moved on.

"Pengu, of nearly average intellect!" Retardon's vision moves towards the teen in glasses. "You are the Blue Power Retard! You have control of the Spedguin, and its SpedguinZord!"

The coin floats into Pengu's appreciative hands, as he stares at the distorted, obviously low-intellect parody of Flying Penguin depicted on it.

"Derpa Dave!" Retardon's gaze hardens as he turns to an incredibly tall and obviously homosexual idiot with blond highlights strewn through his stupid as hell looking short, dark hair. "You will be henceforth known as Goliath, and be the Yellow Power Retard! You will control the Elemental Crap Zord, and harness the power of Elemental Crap Avian!"

Goliath stares at the coin in his hands, and quickly shoves it down his pants with an oddly large smile.

"Debochin~San, with a freakishly large forehead!" Retardon calls to get his attention as a coin depicting a steel chair floats into the teen's reach. "You are the Pink Power Retard, and hold the power of the Pro Wrestler. You will command the Pro Wrestling Zord! "

Debochin~San grabs the coin with glee and sews it onto his shirt, stuffing a paper bag on his head and declaring himself "El Foreheado Libre".

A final coin floats to the morbidly obese teen in the back. "Fatass!" Retardon starts, "You are the Black Power Retard, and control the FlubbaZord, a machine made of pure body fat!"

The flatulent man is able to grab the coin after several failed attempts, and gazes at the intricate drawing of what may as well be an ameba before stuffing it under one of the folds on his chest.

"Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee~!" Sped-5 shrieks and begins to spin around, interrupting the ceremony. "We couldn't have picked a better time to do this, Retardon! Ms. Kean has sent Math Teacher and some Teacher's Aides to attack NewTard City!"

"Oh just f*cking great..." Retardon whispers under his breath, before turning to the Power Retards. "You five, hold your Retarded Coins in front of you and call out the name of your Village Idiot in order to turn into the Power Retards! Quickly, so we can teleport you to town and have you prevent them from getting a proper education!"

"Alright guys, let's do this!" Tweek says, spewing spit everywhere as he takes control of the situation and holds his Village Idiot Coin in front of him. "Let's do it!"

"Flubba!" Fatass cries as he pulls the coin out from the depths of his fat.

"Pro Wrestler!" Debochin~San says as he puffs out his chest.

"Spedguin!" Pengu shouts as he hold shis Village Idiot Coin out in proper Power Rangers style.

"Elemental Crap!" Goliath gargles on spit as he reaches his hand down his pants, pulling out his Coin.

"Mertard!" Tweek barely squeaks out after succesfully swallowing his coin and beginning to choke on it.

=====END EPISODE ONE: CHRISTENING THE POWER RETARDS=====

[Nagatsu]

Lmfao off I just saw Tweek and I died good revisit this classic A2ZG humor fic

[Raven]

Disclaimer: This work of fiction could be very offensive to the non-open minded readers out there. Unless you know how to take a joke, slur, distorted stereotype, etc, don't read. You have been warned.

Also, since I forgot to say this in chapter 1. The original six Power Retards are based on people I know or knew IRL. New additions will be based on a combination of forum-goers and IRL people depending on how necessary I feel their inclusion to the fic is.

Opening Theme: (Sung to the beat of the original Power Rangers)
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!
Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!

=====EPISODE TWO: POWER RETARDS, TRANSFORM!=====

The team landed, fully morphed, in NewTard City park. They flop around on the ground like fish out of water for several minutes, before standing up and bumping into each other for a good five minutes before becoming oriented enough to speak. Their uniforms were that of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers... truly a mockery to the latter's excellent name, given as the Power Retards were currently doing a chicken dance while discussing the situation.

"Why are we doing this retarded dance?" Pengu asked, annoyed, "It makes me feel like I have a wedgie... and Tweek is right behind me..."

"Pengu," Tweek explained in an incredibly sad attempt at sounding smart, "we're being retards. This is our life. Also, it'll attract those pesky Teach... Teach... things we're supposed to kill."

"But... I'm not retarded." Pengu retorted.

"We know..." Goliath said seductively as he leaned up to Pengu and began to rub his chest, "You're our super hunky genius, silly, don't you remember?"

Pengu immediately throws Goliath off him and runs a good thirty yards away, before yelling out, "DO NOT EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, GOLIATH!" Tweek began to smirk inside his helmet in victory before Pengu continued, "AND YOU TWEEK, DON'T EVEN ATTEMPT IT! I'LL GIVE YOU A REASON TO BE A FLAMING HOMO B*STARD!"

Tweek was about to begin crying loudly when Debochin~San chimed in, "d**nit guys, my Retard outfit has a kilt on it!"

Pengu walked back over, being the only one who knew what the apparel attached to Debo's outfit really was, and began to explain. "Debo, my poor, poor, retarded buddy. That's not a kilt... it's a mini-skirt."

"WHAT?!" Debo exclaimed loudly, pulling on the ends of the embarrassing thing stuck around his waist. "THIS CANNOT BE A MINI SKIRT! HOW CAN I JUMP OFF THE TOP ROPE IN A F*CKING MINI SKIRT?!"

Pengu sighed and pulled a Pickard Facepalm before looking at his 'friend' again, "Debo, your Power Retard outfit covers anything that would be shown under your skirt. It's a full-body suit, after all, something you should know all about..."

"Oh..." Debo mumbles, as realization hits him. "OH! I know what you're talking about now! Thanks a lot Pengu!" Debo tried to hug Pengu, only to be met with a swift dodge then boot to the crotch from the latter.

"NONE OF YOU!" Pengu roared, "WILL EVER TOUCH ME! GOT IT?!" Pengu turned to Fatass, who had been abnormally quiet up until now, only to discover him with his helmet off and gorging on three boxes of Twinkies simultaneously. "Jesus, what did I do to deserve being grouped with these idiots..."

"You flunked my Maths Class, Pengu! That's why you're with them!" An older man's voice called out in reply as a figure dressed in casual-business attire seemed to drop in from the sky.

"Mr. Houston... my third grade math teacher!?" Pengu exclaimed in shock as a loud noise that couldn't be mistake for anything other than him sh*tting his pants roared out from his suit.

"That's right, Pengu... but I am no longer just your math teacher... I am THE Math Teacher!" The man, now discovered to be Math Teacher, said as he took a standing position and fixed his glasses. "And now... my Teacher's Aides will teach you the power of a proper education!" Mr. Houston snapped his fingers, and five more figures descended from the sky.

These five men stood up with incredibly hunched backs. Their appearance could only be described as "dork", "nerd", "geek", "acne-ridden waste of flesh", etc. They shuffled their feet left and right as they swayed in place, their arms outstreched in a bad attempt at a fighting stance. They could be heard muttering "one plus one is two" and "I before E, except after C!", among other common classroom phrases.

"Guys..." Tweek started as he turned to the other Retards. "These guys have IQs! We're all gonna die!" He began to cry and wail excessively at this point, "Let's have one final group hug before they take us and make us contributing members of society!"

"I SAID I REFUSE TO TOUCH ANY OF YOU, SO SHUT UP!" Pengu ran over to Tweek, and gave him a hard jab to the stomach to shut him up. "Now, anyone with a real plan, let's hear it cuz we need to beat these guys!"

"I've got it, Pengu!" Debo replied as he ran into the thick of the Teacher's Aides. "Vertical Suplex! Pile Driver! Figure Four!" Debo began to yell out numerous pro wrestling moves as he quickly turned all five Teacher's Aides into bloody piles on the ground with his supreme pro wrestling skills.

"Good Job, De-" Goliath began to congratulate him, before noticing the five Teacher's Aides begin to rise as if nothing happened. "WHAT THE F*CK?!"

"Of course... OF COURSE!" Pengu began to exclaim as he turned in anger to Debo, "PRO WRESTLING IS FAKE, ARTARD!"

It was too late, however, as the five Teacher's Aides began to swarm Debo, forcing a notebook and pencil into his hands as they began to teach him numerous subjects at a swift pace.

"Take this, you educated as$holes!" Fatass yelled as he rushed into the action, hurling a wedding cake at the five Teacher's Aides and knocking them of Debo.

Pengu was left speechless, and could only ask, "...where did you get a f*cking wedding cake?"

Fatass turned to Pengu, surrounded by a serious aura as he replied, "...My as$."

Pengu was again speechless as the Teacher's Aides again rose, unharmed from the cake. Fatass stood shocked, yelling out "How did that not hurt them?! That cake was filled with sulfuric acid!"

"...How do you know what sulfuric acid even is?" Pengu asked in reply, to which he only got a shrug as the logic behind its failure beeped on in his head. "Also... your cake didn't work because the cake is a lie."

"Cake? A lie? Never, my fine skinny friend!" Fatass defended as he pulled out a fork and sthingy, ready to engage in hand to hand combat with the Teacher's Aides when Tweek blundered his way back over to them.

"What do you want, Tweek?" Pengu asked with a sigh, the situation looking bleak and his temper wearing thin.

"We can beat them by Sped-Monkeying on the ground!" Tweek exclaimed triumphantly.

"...What?" Pengu replied. He could feel himself being half-speechless too often with this group.

"Sped-Monkeying! Flopping around on the ground like retarded fish and screaming 'DEE-DEE-DEE' repeatedly!" Tweek explained, "You've never heard of it?"

"...You still seriously think I'm retarded, don't you?" Pengu leered at Tweek through his helmet for a minute, before continuing, "...Nevermind, don't answer. Let's just try it, since we're screwed anyway, at this rate."

The five Power Retards hit the floor and begin flopping around, screaming "DEE-DEE-DEE" and slobbering like crazy in their helmets. The Teacher's Aides try to approach and educate them, but their sheer retardedness causes them to disintegrate the second they touch any of the Power Retards. Pengu stood up first, followed by the others. He, at least, was awestruck.

"...That actually worked! Tweek, that was possibly the smartest retarded idea you've ever had!" Pengu praised as Tweek tried to hug him and hump his leg, to which the latter met with a swift boot to the balls. "...I said, never touch me. f*gg0t."

"Well, well, well, Power Retards..." Mr. Houston started, as a cannon loaded with Math Textbooks apparated in his hands, "You defeated my Teacher's Aides in... surprising... style, yes, but now I'm going to educate you good!"

Goliath gulps and lets out a squeal of "Mommy!" as Math Teacher pulls the trigger to his cannon and sends a textbook flying at high speed into Goliath's face, shattering the glass in his helmet.

"HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BEAT THAT?!" Pengu exclaimed, turning around to see Debo holding a rather thick branch from a tree. "...What are you planning?"

"Just watch, Pengullina." Debo said confidently as Math Teacher fired another round from his textbook cannon, directly at him. Using flair he could have only learned in Little League Baseball, Debo smashes the textbook right at Mr. Houston, nailing him square in the head and tearing off a piece of his skull. He threw down his 'bat' in celebration, "Touchdown!"

"...It's 'home run', you retard." Pengu said, half annoyed and half relieved his former math teacher was dead... or was dead, until a bellowing female voice could be heard from the sky.

"My Math Teacher! How dare you!" The voice of Ms. Kean roared from the clouds, "Powers of the Board of Education, make my Teacher GROOOOOW!!!!" She yelled as a bolt of lightning broke through the clouds, hitting Math Teacher's corpse. He quickly healed and grew to monstrous proportions, laughing confidently as the Retards looked amongst themselves hopelessly for a way to defeat him.

"Power Retards!" Their communicators piped up, the voice of Sped-5 speaking into their ears, "Call your Zords to fight Math Teacher in his final form! You can do it!"

"Okay, guys," Tweek said, trying to take command, "We need Retardzord Power NOW!"

"Flubba!"

"Pro Wrestler!"

"Spedguin!"

"Elemental Crap!"

"Mertard!"

As they cried for their Zords, a mechanical roar could be heard from just beyond the mountain line that surrounded NewTard City.

=====END EPISODE TWO: POWER RETARDS, TRANSFORM!=====

[Nagatsu]

that about covers it and Pengu almost raep multi times lmfao

[unlockheart]

Lol, read both and Pengu (Who isn't a retard) owns, I wasn't sure if this was my kinda story or humour but Pengu makes up for it.

I say bring on the next part to episode 1!

[Pengu]

XD at the chap. you're doin' good, Joe, keep it up. also, might I suggest giving Pengu steel-toed boots? > >

[Raven]

Disclaimer: This work of fiction could be very offensive to the non-open minded readers out there. Unless you know how to take a joke, slur, distorted stereotype, etc, don't read. You have been warned.

Opening Theme: (Sung to the beat of the original Power Rangers)
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!
Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
Dee-Dee
Go, go Power Retards!
You Mighty Morphin' Power Retards!

=====EPISODE THREE: WE NEED MEGAZORD POWER, NOW!=====

The Five RetardZords began to enter the city, a combination of mechanical grinding and digital "DEE-DEE-DEE"s in their wake.

The first to appear over the mountain was surprisingly the FlubbaZord, a machine made of nothing more than a single blob of gelatinous, transparent yellow fat with a small mechanical cockpit in the upper center. Second was the ProWrestlerZord, an incredibly retarded looking caricature of Stone Cold Steve Austin in a speedo who ran in, gesturing as if he were waving to an invisible audience before his next match. Next was SpedguinZord, an exact mechanical replica of Yu-Gi-Oh!'s Flying Penguin. It entered by sliding down the rocky mountain slope on its stomach, which left it with very obvious scrapes and dents from the stones lining the way down. Penultimately was the Elemental-CrapZord, a yellow version of Yu-Gi-Oh!'s Elemental Hero Avian, which came soaring into the battlezone from the sky... while simultaneously twirling around like a ballerina.

The most embarrassing of the bunch, though, had to be the MertardZord. It had to be the most retarded, disfigured looking merman ever envisioned by the most retarded of retarded five year olds who ever envisioned mermen. It also swam through the sky... upside down, with one finger in front of it, twirling around in Galactic Doughnuts. This Zord, however, didn't stop the stupidity there. It also had no collision detection or sense of direction... within minutes, it had 'swam' through several of NewTard City's finest buildings, turning them to rubble and causing more damage than Math Teacher's entire attack so far. It was truly a Zord worthy of the Red Power Retard.

Once the Power Retards had been teleported into their Zords, they immediately picked up the tinker-toy inspired controls and got to work figuring out how the hell to drive them. It wasn't pretty. FlubbaZord was sitting on top of a large parking lot, slowly eating the metal off the cars within it via osmosis. Elemental-CrapZord and ProWrestlerZord were in the middle of a sissy fight, slapping each other senseless. SpedguinZord was scuttling around the city as fast as it could, the MertardZord chasing after it in hot pursuit in an attempt to catch and hump it.

"...You guys really are true retards, aren't you?" Math Teacher asked, his jaw dropped at the scene. After recovering his composure, Math Teacher readied his textbook cannon and let off a shot, nailing the MertardZord in the side and sending it careening into a near by School Bus Depot. "Well..." he started, realizing what his action just did, "Ms. Kean won't be happy with me when I'm done here for doing that..."

"Well then, my fine intellectual friend..." Fatass said with obvious strain from the strenuous age 5 and up controls of his Zord, "let me clean this mess up for you!" Fatass then moved his FlubbaZord on top of both the MertardZord and the bus depot, slowly eating away both of them with his osmosis.

Goliath decided now was a good time to go on the attack, and rushed forth with his ballerina-dancing Zord. "Take this, you over-intelligent fiend!"

The Math Teacher waited calmly for Goliath's approach, and gave him a swift backhand as the Elemental-CrapZord almost got close, which caused the retarded looking Birdman ripoff to go spinning and fall to the ground, crushing several people's houses.

"That's it, Debo's in the house now!" Debo yelled out as he ran towards the Math Teacher, grabbing him in what was intended to be a figure four. After several minutes of trying this while the Math Teacher stared at him blankly, Debo began cursing. "Why... can't... I... take... him... out... F*CK?!"

The Math Teacher looked down at him, almost benignly, and gave a solemn reply. "We went over this with the Teacher's Aides..." he began to explain, as he aimed the textbook cannon directly at the ProWrestlerZord's head, "...Pro. Wrestling. Is. Fake."

"IT'S NOT YOU THICK HEADED IDIOTS!" Debo began to cry out, "IT CAN'T BE! PRO WRESTLING IS MY LIVELIHOOOOOOD!!!" Debo began to break down and sob as Math Teacher cocked his cannon to fire. Suddenly, however, Math Teacher's eyes went wide as he let out a shrill, painful scream.

Behind him stood the SpedguinZord, holding a spiked metal bat, now bloodied with the inner fluids of the Math Teacher's skull. "I told you, Mr. Houston, " Pengu explained, "I'm NOT RETARDED!" With that, Pengu's Zord fell on top of the Math Teacher, pummeling his skull and back with blows from the spiked sporting instrument until blood had coated the SpedguinZord, the ProWrestlerZord, and the metropolitan area of NewTard City. "Well... that was satisfying." Pengu said smugly to himself as he waddled off with his Zord, the five Retards preparing to return them to the Gingerbread Command Center. Suddenly, however, they heard a raspy voice from behind them.

"I... am not... done yet... Pengu... and you pile of... f*cking retards..." The Math Teacher began to groan as he slowly rose to his feet, surrounded by a puddle of his own blood. The Power Retard's Zords were even shaking in fear at the man's hollow eyes as a laugh began to cackle from his throat. "And now... Power Retards... I will show you my true power!" Taking a stance reminiscent of a show that can only be recalled as SpedBall Triangle, the Math Teacher began to glow a bright golden as a field of energy engulfed him and healed his wounds. Blue bubble numbers, as well as bubble plus, minus, multiplication, and division signs began to spawn from the ground and flow out into space, the Math Teacher's raw power educating the world about the ability to know that one apple plus one apple is two apples via a supercharged osmosis. This was indeed a crisis, one that the Power Retards were ready to face...

"...I want my mommy." Goliath squeaked as his Zord got to its feet and began to run the other way, the Spedguin and ProWrestler Zords behind him. The others would have ran as well, but Tweek was busy exploring the inner workings of a soda can while being crushed by the FlubbaZord, the latter of which was becoming green and sickly from attempting to digest the MertardZord. A voice suddenly rang on their communicators.

"Power Retards, this is Retardon!" Their boss and mentor-type person explained, "Under each of your seats is a giant blue square, and on each of your control panels is a giant square shaped hole. If all five of you put the square in the hole, your Zords will automatically go into Megazord sequence, giving you the power you need to defeat Math Teacher Hyper Mode!"

The rangers immediately dove under their seats, and five minutes later four of them had placed the squares into the respective slots. Tweek, however, was still trying to put it into the slot shaped like a circle. "It won't fit, guys!" He told them pleadingly, as Math Teacher made the rest of the world smarter and smarter.

"Tweek," Retardon said bluntly, "try the hole one to the left of that one."

Tweek tried it, and the square instantly slid in, causing the speakers in their Zords to chime "Average Human Being Megazord sequence has been initiated."

MertardZord and ProWrestlerZord entangle themselves into several sensual positions, eventually triggering sequence that causes them to combine and form a torso and set of arms for the Megazord. The Spedguin and Elemental-Crap Zords contort and rectanglify themselves until each of them is a foot-like structure, that fit over each of the now-stubby looking legs of the ProWrestlerZord. Finally, the FlubbaZord slimes itself onto the mangled contraption and becomes like a very heavy coat of osmosis-inducing armor as the rest of the Megazord savagely rips off the MertardZord's tail to use as a sword. Math Teacher, like the rest of us, is again left speechless at the sheer stupidity of the contraption.

"...You retards expect to beat me with that?!" He asked, half-annoyed at their antics.

"Hey, we're not retards anymore!" Tweek fired back, "With an IQ of 200, the five of us combined are smarter than Einstein!"

"...You only have an IQ of 40 each?!" The Math Teacher is again left speechless, almost losing concentration during his power up sequence.

"Actually..." Pengu begins to explain, "I have an IQ of 80. These idiots actually have an IQ of 30 each."

"DEE-DEE-DEE!" The other four Retards ring out, as if proud of their low as all f*ck IQs.

The Math Teacher can't help but pull a Pickard Facepalm before raising his now Hyper Mode textbook cannon at their Megazord. "Ready to be educated, Retards?" Math Teacher lets off several volleys from his cannon, only to have each one bounce off the incredibly thick, gelatinous fat of the FlubbaZord armor the Megazord was coated with.

"I thought you'd be smarter, Math Teacher..." Fatass started cockily in between bites of a pumpkin pie, "My raw fat is thick enough to repel any projectile!"

"What?!" Math Teacher replied, with a highly sarcastic startle, before pulling a pencil and a pocket protector and lunging at the Retard's Megazord. "Looks like I need to educate you personally!"

"Tweek!" Pengu said, "Use the Megazord's finisher before he reaches us, or you four will be educated!"

"...What about you?" Debo asked.

"Eh, I already failed his class." Pengu explained, "He'll probably just kill me."

"Alright then!" Tweek said as the Megazord pulled it's Mertard Blade back, and swung it forward. "Mertard SLASH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH!!"

As the Math Teacher was torn to shreds and let out an obnoxiously geeky death cry, Pengu couldn't help but turn to Tweek and ask, "Was repeating the SH sound five extra times REALLY necessary?"

"Yes."

=====END EPISODE THREE: WE NEED MEGAZORD POWER, NOW!=====

[Nagatsu]

roflmao epix Ramen just epix