GRAFFITI supplies are scattered around as Benjamin and Pico work on a vibrant mural. The art is a burst of color against the dingy brick. They are in the Alleyway as they want to get creative and inspire others to reach their dreams. They have been best friends since Elementary throughout High school.

Pico:Just a little more red on that corner, Ben. Make it pop.

Benjamin:It's almost perfect.

Benjamin smiled as he continued his art. Suddenly, a wave of grey, shifting energy washes over the city skyline. Where it touches,vibrant colors drain to dull grey.

Pico:What the hell was that?

Benjamin:I don't know but it's coming this way!

The grey energy hits the alley. Their mural turns a sickly, flat grey. Benjamin stares, horrified.

Benjamin:My art...

Benjamin whispered in concern.

Benjamin and Pico shield themselves as the grey wave surrounds them. The ground shakes. Suddenly, five metallic objects thunk onto the ground near their feet. They are the Morphers.

Pico:What are these?

Benjamin:They look like... paint palettes?

They pick up their respective Morphers: one RED, one BLACK. The center dial on each has a unique symbol. Benjamin's is a paint brush and Pico's is a spray can.

Pico:They fit our wrists. Weird.

They strap them on. The Morphers suddenly project a holographic message.

"To restore color,you must connect to the Morphin' Grid. Infuse with creativity. Shout your color, then MORPHIN' TIME!"

Benjamin:The Morphin' Grid?

Pico:I don't know but I see monsters coming this way and they're grey.

Grey,humanoid figures shamble towards them.

Pico:Let's try it. What's your color?

Benjamin:R-red. I think?

Pico:Black. Alright,ugly! It's about to get colorful!

Pico pushes a button on his Morpher. The dial spins.

Pico/Black Ranger:BLACK RANGER, MORPHIN' TIME!

A surge of black energy engulfs him. He reappears in a sleek, black Power Ranger suit with a spray-can motif on the helmet. Benjamin,inspired pushes his button.

Benjamin/Red Ranger:RED RANGER, MORPHIN' TIME!

A surge of red energy. He transforms into the Red Ranger, paintbrush motif evident. The Rangers fight the Grunts. Pico is a natural fighter,using agile kicks and punches. Benjamin struggles at first, then realizes the suits grant them enhanced strength and agility.

Pico/Black Ranger:You okay,Ben?

Benjamin/Red Ranger:Yeah! These suits are amazing!

They activate their unique weapons from the Morphers: Benjamin gets a large, energy-bladed Paintbrush Saber, and Pico gets a powerful Graffiti Blaster. They defeat the Grunts. The monsters dissolve into brief bursts of grey smoke. The grey wave affecting the mural starts to recede slightly, colors returning faintly.

Benjamin/Red Ranger:Look! The color's coming back! Our creativity,it powers us!

The two stand before Alpha-Z as they demorphed themselves.

Alpha-Z:You have proven worthy, Benjamin Fairest and Pico N. Grounds. The Morphin' Grid flows through your artistic spirits.

Pico:Who are you? What's going on?

Alpha-Z:I am Alpha-Z, guardian of the Morphin' Canvas. Your city, no, your world is threatened by the Specter of Grey. It seeks to consume all that is vibrant and unique. You were chosen because of your dreams,your hopes and your raw creativity that even abuse could not dim.

Benjamin flinches at the mention of his parents. Pico puts a protective hand on his shoulder.

Benjamin:We're not alone in this, are we? There are other Morphers.

Alpha-Z:Indeed. Three others were sent out. You must find them. Only a united Spectrum team can defeat the Specter.

Benjamin and Pico walk out of the cave, which is cleverly hidden behind a billboard. The city is a little brighter than the night before.

Pico:Power Rangers. Never thought that would be my life.

Benjamin:We can do this,Pico. We have to. For our art,for our freedom,for everyone who can't stand up to the "grey" in their lives.

Benjamin looks at his hand, then back at the city, a determined look on his face. The Red and Black Rangers' symbol flashes over the screen as the iconic "Go Go Power Rangers" theme song swells.