Captain Planet and the Planeteers

challenge requirements:
Setting: The moon
Date: 1900
Words to use: Captain Planet, Planeteers.

"That's one small step for me, one giant step for alien kind!" cried Rich triumphantly.
"Yep, ok. Whatever. Can you help with these bags?" asked Tim, struggling with the suitcases.
Rich sighed, put down his flag and grabbed some suitcases.
"Where's Paul?" he asked.
"Sure does!"
"�. Hey?"
"Never mind. He went round to the real estate agent to get the keys."
Rich floated along in his spacesuit and dumped the bags unceremoniously on the doorstep.
Paul appeared behind him. "Got the keys," he said, unlocking the door. The three of them entered the gravity-controlled house and breathed a sigh of relief as they dropped to the ground. They dumped the space suits on the floor and stretched, trying to get the feeling back into their bodies.
Paul pulled a letter out of his pocket. "I was told we have to read this before we do anything else".
He smoothed the paper out on the table and they gathered around it to read.

Hello boys. Your mission while here on the moon, is to watch over the inhabitants of the earth. They are damaging their environment and I need someone to stop them, before it's too late. (And while I'm on holidays.)
Don't bother complaining. This is your community service. Consider yourselves lucky you didn't get a harsher sentence after what you did to those dogs.

Captain Planet.

PS. Your rings are in the cupboard.

"What a load of shit" complained Tim while screwing up the paper.
"We better do what it says. I don't want to go to jail," said Rich timidly.
"Yeah, I guess" sighed Paul." We better get this cupboard open."
He went to the cupboard and struggled with the handle. The door swung open, and sitting on a shelf was 5 jewellry boxes, and a larger cardboard box, with a note on top.

Inside this box is a high powered telescope and binoculars. ONLY TO BE USED HELPING HUMANS!
"Damn" swore Tim.
Rich took one of the smaller boxes and opened it.
"Hello Richard. Thankyou for choosing me, the ring of heart. Use me well." came a voice.
"How is there this sort of technology in 1900?" asked Rich.
"Us aliens are more technologically advanced than humans. That's why we're here living on the moon, and they wont even set foot onto it for about another 60 years" Paul explained to all those who may be confused.
"Ahh" said Tim, picking up a box.
"Hello Timothy. Thankyou for choosing me, the ring of water. Use me well." Came another voice.
"Eeni meeni minni moe!" cried Paul picking a box.
"Hello Pau�oh fuck! " came a voice. "Thanks a lot guys" came a whisper with a lot of sniggering from the other boxes.
"Hey!" exclaimed an indignant Paul.
"Oh..um..I'm the Ring of Fire. Use me well."
"Fire? Woohoo!" cried Paul.
For the next hour, Paul and Tim ran around the house, Paul setting fire to things, Tim putting them out and Rich peering anxiously through the telescope and putting his clothes out occasionally.
Suddenly, a warning bell sounded.
"Attention Planeteers! Urgent help required at A16, B7" came the announcement, and a location flashed on a map on the side of the room.
"Your uniforms are in the wardrobes. Be careful and good luck"
The boys grabbed their clothes bags and went into separate rooms to change.

***

"Are you two coming out?" called Rich.
"Don't wanna" came Paul's muffled reply.
"I look stupid!" called Tim.
"But we have to go-o! Come out on the count of three and noone will laugh." Said Rich impatiently.
The emerged at once, and Rich tried to hide his grin. Someone with a sick sense of humour had designed the costumes. Lime green, orange and fluro yellow lycra swift-suit looking objects were NOT a good look.
The three covered their red faces from each other and went to the front door. Paul fiddled with some buttons on his belt, and suddenly with a bang, a burst of fire went off.
"Oh wow! Booster rockets!" he cried, troubles forgotten.
The other two pressed their buttons and flew out the door.

Richard read out he profile sheet as they flew. Once explaining the situation, Paul exploded. (Not literally, thank goddess)
"We're meant to help hippies destroy nuclear weapons!!" he cried. "What sort of a mission is that!"
Neither Rich nor Tim answered, and soon they found themselves on earth.
A strange looking man greeted them upon landing.
"Hello, my name is Flacco. I suppose you know the basic details?" he enquired.
Rich nodded, then looked around at he surroundings.
"What's going on here? I thought it was 1900?"
Flacco ahhed. "Something went terribly wrong a few years ago. Customs were transported from the future, which means we have hippies, nuclear weapons, television, and since there is television, we also have Big Kev in this time period. In fact, we believe it is Big Kev who designed the nuclear weapon. He is trying to kill the Brandpower woman, who wouldn't advertise any of his products." He explained, but was met by three blank expressions.
"Don't worry. All you need to know is that Big Kev and the hippies are in that warehouse there. You are meant to be *helping* the hippies, so don't kill them."
Paul frowned. "Ok then"
"Oh. I almost forgot. Big Kev has 5 hostages, but it doesn't matte is they die in the battle. It's only the Popstars. Good luck!"

They edged their way to the entrance of the warehouse.
"5 minutes till blast off!" cried Big Kev, to no one in particular. The hippies were gathered around together, not daring to come too close. The Popstars were tied to chairs, with Big Kev behind them, brandishing a gun.
The nuclear weapon was in the corner, ticking away like a bomb. (So what? It's artistic license!)
Tim jumped out from the hiding place. "Put that gun down Big Kev!" he exclaimed.
"Never! I'll kill one of them if you come any closer!" he said, motioning to the Popstars, who began to whimper.
"Don't worry. I'll save you the trouble! Tim said. He held his ring aloft. "WATER!" he cried.
A fine sprinkle of water fell all over everyone, and all 5 Popstars' skin began to bubble.
"We're melting!" they yelled, but to no avail, as soon they were a bubbling mess on the floor.
"It's just between us now!" Tim said as the nuclear weapon measured 3 minutes left.
The battle began and the seconds ticked down. All the hippies covered their eyes, unable to watch the violence. One, having an idea for once in her life, looked up at Rich hopefully.
"Use your ring Rich!" cried Celestial Harmony.
Richard looked at it thoughtfully then put his hand above his head. "HEART!" he yelled, and the fighting ended abruptly.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" cried Big Kev, hugging the Brandpower woman.
"Never mind that now! Defuse the bomb!" called Paul, still puffed after the battle. The timer said 30 seconds left.
"I don't know how to!" panicked big Kev. The fear was evident in everyone's eyes.
"What are we going to do?" cried Rich, running around aimlessly.
Everyone watched the timer. 20�15�10�5�"
Suddenly, someone else appeared on the scene.
"This looks like a job for an American!" cried Psycho Bob, leaping over the bomb.
Everyone covered their ears, shut their eyes and the blast sounded
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The all opened their eyes, expecting the worst.
They were all still alive. Well, all but the Popstars who were making a terrible mess on the carpet and Psycho Bob, who was in pieces around the room.
It was a job well done by the Planeteers.