Jason: “What happened?”

Tommy: “It’s like Jen said, “If one messes or screws with time, disastrous consequences tend to be the end result.” (They see Lord Drakkon sitting in the rubble, and witness the ships holding his army, waiting on his orders.)

Trini: “What’s he doing down there?”

Billy: “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Jason: “Where are the power crystals? And the ultimate morpher?”

Kimberly: “Somewhere under all of this mess.”

Jason: “Then we keep it that way.”

Zack: “You know it’s a trap that he’s planning to spring on us?”

Billy: “Affirmative.”

Kimberly: “And I really don’t care that much.”

Zack: “Good. Then as long as the six of us are in agreement here…

(all six morph)

Tommy: DRAGONZORD!

Zack: MASTODON!

Kimberly: PTERODACTYL!

Billy: TRICERATOPS!

Trini: SABRETOOTH TIGER!

Jason: TYRANNOSAURUS!

(All six are now armed)

Zack: Let’s make sure we properly kill this psychopath.” (Heading down to Lord Drakkon)

Lord Drakkon: “You six children couldn’t live with the failure of your promise. And where did that bring you all? Back to me. You see, I originally thought by eliminating the rebels, the innocent under my reign back in my world, would thrive; be content by the mercy that I’ve given them. But you have shown me… that’s impossible. For as long as there are those who remember what once was, as long as there are other worlds with people like that, there will always be those who are unable to accept what can be. To the point where they eventually will resist.”

Kimberly: “Yeah, we’re all loads of stubbornness. But you knew that about all of us, didn’t you?”

Lord Drakkon: “True, young Kimberly. But it turns out that I’m actually thankful and grateful to all of you. Because now, I know what I must do. (stands and grabs his Dragon Dagger and decapitated Saba) I will shred this universe down to the last individual molecule and then, with the legendary 15 power crystals, and the Ultimate Morpher that you’ve all gathered for me, I will erase the multiverse, and recreate it as a single lone universe; that knows not what it has lost, but only what it has been given… a grateful, single world. (The six rangers are prepared with their guards up.)

Jason: “A single world… born out of innocent blood.”

Lord Drakkon: “And they will never know it. (helmet forms on his head) Because you six won’t be alive to tell them all.”