Somewhere in the local music cafe, vibrant and bustling with low-level background music,a mix of hip-hop and electronic beats. Boyfriend,wearing his signature blue cap,is bouncing in a booth. Girlfriend watches him with a smile. Pico is sketching near the counter. Skid and Pump are practicing spooky poses by a vintage jukebox.

BF:Bap skbep bep boop?

GF:You'll find someone to battle BF. Patience.

Suddenly,a low,ominous hum starts. The lively background music abruptly cuts out. All chatter stops. Outside the windows, the vibrant colors of the city seem to subtly drain to a dull grey.

Pump:Hey,where'd the spooky music go?

Skid:It's not spooky, it's just... quiet.

DJ Master H:It's begun.

DJ Master H who is a 60s,retired rocker with a wise face rushes from behind the counter, a look of urgency on his face.

DJ Master H:Quick,all of you! Back room! Now!

The teens, sensing the unusual urgency, follow him into the back, which reveals a sophisticated, glowing music studio hidden behind a plain door. In the center of the room, five sleek, futuristic music-themed devices glow on pedestals.

GF:Whoa...what is all this?

DJ Master H:Lord Harmoni is draining the world of its music, its rhythm, its very soul. That droning hum... that's the sound of his power growing. This equipment... this is your only defense.

Master H gestures to the glowing objects:a stylized microphone, a pink and red boombox,a green synthesizer gauntlet and two orange/black drumsticks. Boyfriend's eyes widen at the Mic Morpher since he loves to inspire everyone with his music.

BF:Beep bop... mic?

DJ Master H:The Rhythm Grid chose you five. You have a unique connection to the core frequencies of sound. Take your Morphers. The world is relying on the Rhythm Force.

Pico:"Rhythm Force"? Seriously? This is a joke, right?

DJ Master H:Look outside! Is this seriously a joke to you?

The teens glance back at the window, confirming the unsettling, silent grey world. An alarm blares. A large screen flashes to life, showing generic grey sludge-monsters,aka the monotones,attacking the local park, absorbing sound waves and color.

Pump:The park! They're draining the colors!

Skid:We gotta do the spooky dance to stop 'em!

DJ Master H:Not this time! You need real power. Grab your gear! Hold the center button and shout: "Rhythm Grid, activate!"

The teens hesitate for a moment, looking at each other. Girlfriend takes the Boombox Blaster. Boyfriend takes his Mic. Pico grudgingly grabs the Synthesizer Saber. Skid and Pump grab the Nunchucks together.

GF:Okay. Let's make some noise!

BF:Bap!

They press the buttons simultaneously. A brilliant flash of colored light and a massive sound wave fills the room. The five teenagers land in heroic poses. They are now clad in sleek, musical-themed POWER RANGER suits. Red,Pink,Green and Yellow (for the duo). The Monotones turn to face them, letting out a dull growl.

Boyfriend/Red Ranger:B-b-b-bop!

Pico/Green Ranger:Right. Let's drop the beat on these guys.

Skid and Pump/Yellow Rangers:SPOOKY RANGERS ATTACK!

Skid and Pump click their DRUMSTICK NUNCHUCKS together. They glow with yellow energy, crackling like static. They charge into the fray, swinging their weapons like actual nunchucks, doing their signature spooky dance moves while fighting.

Skid and Pump/Yellow Rangers:Yah! Woo! Get spooked!

The Nunchucks connect with a Monotone, which shatters into tiny, colorless particles, leaving behind a small burst of grey dust.

Pump/Yellow Ranger:It's worked!

Pico/Green Ranger:My turn.

Pico activates his SYNTHESIZER SABER. A sharp, green blade of light extends from the synthesizer gauntlet on his arm. He charges a group of Monotones, slashing through three of them with rapid, precise strikes that sound like sharp electronic 'stabs'.

Boyfriend is faced with the largest Monotone yet. It lumbers toward him, making only that dull thump-thump-thump sound.

BF/Red Ranger:You got no flow,man!

He raises his MIC MORPHER and starts spitting rapid-fire rap lyrics. Red sonic energy blasts fire from the top of the mic with each beat.