[color=purple]"You think you're safe behind your shield of Lava Dudes Infernus? Well lemme show you my shield mortar mouth!"[/color] Charlie yelled as he began punching and kicking at some bags of road salt. He really took to the whole super powered crime fighting thing but the downtime in between was killing him. 

He was brought back to reality when he heard the all to familiar ding of the store door opening up. Heading out from the store room and to the front counter, Charlie was greeted by none other than the Yellow Ranger himself, pushing a stroller with a toddler. He gave a wave and got ready to start up a conversation when Mitchell decided to try to introduce the kid to Charlie but proceed to take off after Sam began to cry.

[color=purple]"Didn't know you had a kid."[/color] Charlie said to nobody as the two were already outside of the small shop. 

After nodding off more than a few times in the backroom, Charlie was startled awake by his communicator going off. His eyes lit up as he scrambled to his feet and ran for the door, spinning the open sign around and locking up before booking it to his 2007 Chevy Impala. He practically leapt behind the wheel and burned off towards the park.

[color=purple][i]"It's Morphin Time!"[/i][/color]

Charlie pulled up to the park, taking up two stalls with his quick parking job. He scrambled out of his car and dashed for the source of all the commotion. He showed up just in time to see Mitchell get launched and Jake Morph. 

[color=purple]"Don't worry fellas, ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ Ranger is on the scene!"[/color] Charlie half exclaimed, half muttered as his hand shot into his pocket to get his coin. His face turned white though as his coing was completely absent from his pockets. He frantically patted them down before yelling [color=purple]"I'll be right back!"[/color] and taking off for his car again. Once there he began rummaging around in his car, thinking it might have slipped out of his pocket while he was driving or something but with no luck his eyes instead fell on his welding gloves from shop class.

[color=purple]"Good enough."[/color] he muttered to himself as he slipped the gloves on and took off the action again. 

[color=purple]"You guys think Zordon keeps extra coins laying around?!"[/color] Charlie called out to his compadres as he took a swing at one of the lavamen, managing to knock him around a little but not doing nearly as much damage as he has wished. The lumbering, earthen eradicator let out a loud grunt and nearly knocked Charlie off his feet if he hadn't dodged the blow.