Previously on...
I'll always be here.
Kendrix!
Protect my Saber.
Astromena.
You're not Astromena.
You are Karone.
Kendrix would be honored
to have you take her place.
That monster has my powers.
Your powers will be restored
beyond your imagination.
Red Armored Power Ranger!
[whistling]
[headphones]
[buzzing, crackling]
[whistling]
- Whoa. - I'm sorry.
- Damon. - Hey, what's up, Karone?
You're just the guy I was looking for.
- Come with me. - But I've got to finish--
It'll just take a minute.
Come on.
But-- I got--
- ## - [chattering]
Excuse me.
Sorry about that.
The job board?
- But I already have a job. - I know, I know, I know.
Check this out.
DAMON "Wanted"--
"Chief Mechanic for GSA."
So?
So everyone's always saying
How you're the best mechanic on the ship.
You'd be perfect for this job.
I don't know, Karone.
That's a pretty big position.
I don't think I'm qualified.
Of course you are.
It says here that you have to come up with a device
to improve Terra Venture.
You should go for it.
You? Don't make me laugh.
This is a real job, Henderson.
I've got no room for no grease jockey like you.
Besides, our boy Baxter here--
he's got that job in the bag.
Afraid so.
I wouldn't even waste my time, if I were you.
Oh, yeah?
Damon's going to come up with a device
that's going to blow everyone away.
Right, Damon?
Uh, yeah. I hope so.
# Power Rangers Lost Galaxy #
# Far, far away, deep in space #
# To a galaxy you'll go #
# Power Rangers, go, Power Rangers #
# Go, Power Rangers, go #
# There lies a key to the answer #
# And the powers you will know #
# Power Rangers, go, Power Rangers #
# Go, Power Rangers, go #
# Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah #
# Rangers #
# Turn on the power #
# Power Rangers #
# Lost Galaxy #
# Turn on the power #
# Power Rangers #
# Lost Galaxy #
# Turn on the power #
# Power Rangers Lost Galaxy... #
[electronic squealing]
Aah! Turn it off!
[whimpers]
Stop that noise!
That is enough! I told you to stop!
- [squealing stops] - Oops, sorry.
[groans] You should be.
Well, could you hear it okay?
I heard you, Decibat,
loud and clear.
Now, go to Terra Venture.
Sounds great.
Damon. Hey, hey, so what kind of device are you going to design?
Why don't you tell me? This whole thing was your idea.
Hey, how was the lecture?
[cackling]
Tune in to this, kids!
[people screaming]
[squealing]
[beeps]
Come on.
Go ahead, Alpha.
Unwanted visitor at the lecture hall.
Here we go.
- Ready? - BOTH: Go Galactic!
- Oh! - Kiai!
Rangers.
Some friendly advice--
get off Terra Venture.
Well, I certainly didn't expect friendly.
- So I brought these guys along. - Huh?
Kiai!
[kiaiing]
Time for you to go.
Don't think so, Pinky.
It's time for a special announcement.
- [squealing] - [Rangers screaming]
It's too loud!
I can't stand it!
We've got to stop them.
Kiai!
You blew up my woofer!
Now, get out of here!
You haven't heard the last of me, Rangers!
He got away. [groans]
- Great job. - Thanks.
But we need to figure out a way
to pull the plug on him for good.
- Don't pop too many brain cells. - Yeah, don't worry about it.
We'll see you at the celebration tomorrow.
I got it under control.
[sighs]
DAMON: It'll be an asset for Terra Venture's defense.
Why would an ultra-sonar trans-thingy
be good for Terra Venture?
Ultrasonic transmitter.
Terra Venture's going to need it.
Block that monster signal if it attacks again.
Perfect.
Get rid of the monster and get a new job at the same time.
- Exactly. - Hey, that's so great.
DAMON: Yeah, I'm going to get started up right now.
Ultrasonic transmitter.
That is a great idea.
[sighs]
It's already after 11:00.
- Hey. - [groans]
- You're still here? - Yeah, I still have a lot of finish.
Wow. It's getting really late.
You better get some rest.
I'll rest after the deadline tomorrow.
Okay. Hang in there.
Good night.
[object clatters]
Hello? Is anyone there?
Hm.
[yawns]
[birds twittering]
Oh, no. The deadline.
[sighs]
Where were you? You're late.
Go to get a chance to finish my plans. Come on.
Commander Stanton, sir,
these are the plans to my device.
now, they're not quite finished yet,
but the rest is all up here.
I'm sorry, Damon.
You're too late.
We already hired a new chief mechanic.
This is Mr. Baxter.
Him?
He came up with a fantastic proposal.
It's called the "ultrasonic transmitter."
It's just the thing we'll need
if that monster attacks the colony again.
Terrific idea, Baxter.
Thank you, sir.
Hey, but that idea is--
[groans]
Great, really great.
Congratulations, Baxter.
You must be real proud of yourself.
Uh, yeah.
Thanks.
Hey, wait.
Why didn't you tell him that was your idea?
If Baxter wants that job so badly
that he has to cheat,
then I feel sorry for him.
He can have it.
I don't play like that.
But...
[sighs]
Do you know what you're doing?
Of course I do.
Blast those Rangers!
Kegler, when will you have this blowhard repaired?
The repairs are finished.
Now I'm tweaking him
to make it louder than ever.
Whoo-hoo! I like the way you think.
We need to generate all the power we can
for maximum range.
Uh, you and you.
How did you get in here?
Baxter, there's something you need to know.
- [sighs] - My plans, the ones you copied?
I didn't have a chance to finish them.
I fell asleep that night.
Plans? What plans?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I designed this transmitter.
You're just jealous that i got the job instead of you.
It's not about that.
If you build that transmitter,
it could be dangerous;.
Look, I don't have time for this.
I've got work to do.
You're fired.
Time to pump up the volume.
Let's rock this town.
[screaming]
[cackling]
He's back.
It's time to put that device of yours to the test.
Yes, sir.
Let's go!
[groaning]
Let's move out!
Hear this!
Kiai!
What? Not glad to see me?
Told you I'd come back.
A decision you'll regret.
[kiaiing]
Wait. I got him.
Whoa!
[kiaiing]
Enough cutesy stuff!
Aah!
He's even louder than before.
Yeah, we need to use the Lights of Orion.
We can't without Damon.
Where is he?
[cackles]
STANTON: All right, Baxter, let me know when you're ready.
Transmitter locked on target.
Stand clear! Go.
- What's going on? - Aah!
BAXTER: He's overloading!
[squealing stops]
It's working.
What's going on?
- Uh, well-- - Baxter! Get back!
Go on!
[humming]
Clear the area! Move it!
[groans]
Kiai!
Stop! I haven't finished with you!
What happened?
I-- I don't-- I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
You designed it.
Well?
Actually, sir,
the truth is...
I...
The truth is, sir,
he needs more time.
Maybe I can help.
Really?
[clucks] Let's go.
Bypass the burnt-out terminals on the panel.
I'm tired of this game.
Full power!
- Damon! - Baxter, you can do it!
[cackling]
[screaming]
[machine humming]
Aah!
[noise stops]
[people chattering, cheering]
Baxter...
you did it, man.
No, we did it.
I think you can take it from here.
Damon, thanks.
No, my lovely speakers!
Your singing days are over, Decibat.
Kiai!
You guys okay?
- We are now. - Ooh, the Green Ranger.
We're tired of your noise.
ALL: Lights of Orion, activate!
Kiai!
I think I'll be going now.
Kiai!
Power up mode!
Aah!
Kiai!
Can you hand me that wrench?
You know, that job should be yours.
I can't believe you let Baxter get away with it.
You know, the funny thing is,
Baxter's actually a pretty good guy.
Baxter? A good guy?
[clears throat]
Hey, I've been looking for you.
Well, if it isn't the chief mechanic.
You mean, former chief mechanic.
I made up an excuse.
I told Stanton that I thought it would be too much work for me.
I just resigned.
You what?
I guess I wanted that job so badly
that I'd do anything to get it,
even cheat.
I wasn't cool. I'm really sorry.
Forget about it. We're cool.
Anyway, I told Commander Stanton
that I thought you should be chief mechanic.
You deserve it.
Hm, maybe he's not such a jerk after all.
Come on in.
W-wow.
This will be your new office.
Not too shabby, huh?
And here is your desk.
Desk?
Of course, to do all your paperwork.
No more dirty hands.
But I like getting dirty.
[chuckles] Very funny.
You can finally get rid of those old coveralls,
and here's your new suit.
Me in a suit?
Come on.
This'll look great on you.
Hey, Baxter,
come on in.
I've been thinking.
You should have this job.
Me?
Yeah, I insist.
You should take this job.
The job is still yours if you want it.
Well, all right, then,
I'll take it.
Excellent.
Good luck and goodbye.
Wait!
[panting]
Next time on...
I am the Guardian of the Book.
It doesn't belong here,
and it's your destiny to help me.
Someone started to recite the Keonta spell.
[Deviot reciting]
Deviot's got the book!
Had the entire spell been spoken...
reality ends, time is tossed,
as galaxies found become galaxies lost!
...The result would have been unimaginable.
Where are we?
We're in the Lost Galaxy.
Next time on...
Captioned by Grant Brown