There's a commotion on the moon. Our baddies at the base are very, very unhappy with the tide of the battle. In some cases, there's a group of punk kids fighting them without even morphing! In others, random new Rangers have reappeared.

"I thought you killed them all," roared one voice, a great commotion occurring as a staff was thrown.

"We did!" whined two smaller voices.

"Obviously not!" was the first one's response, and lo, he was taking over this fight for himself. He broke off the head of his staff, attached a magical grenade to it, and lobbed it right out the window and toward Earth.

There's now a giant Z-shaped snake-monster walking about on two legs, biting everything that comes near its mouth and trampling countless cars.

The Rangers then each hear a message---the morphed ones hear it within their helmets, and the ones who haven't yet morphed hear a ringing of their phone or other communication device. Alpha almost yelps at them, frantic.

Rangers, call your Zords! Use their power to defeat him!