Where in the World is Benjamin San Francisco?

It was a dark day for Benjamin San Francisco. He had spent his last $5 on a cheap bottle of Pepsi. He was hovering in the alley between the Build-A-Bear Workshop and Victoria's Secret. He couldn't find his way to his home. He knew there were people looking for him. Searching. But he couldn't help them find him. Why? Because he didn't remember his name, his address, or what he had been doing just hours earlier. He had been hit on the head with a giant hammer, like the ones at carnivals to prove your strength. He had no memory to speak of and didn't know what to do.

Ben laid down in the alley hoping that in the morning all would get better.

THE NEXT MORNING

Things weren't better. Ben was soaked to the bone and crying. Then this beautiful lady walked past. He ran out of the alley and poked her really hard.

"LADY! HELP ME!"

BAM, she hit him with her purse and ran away.

Ben fell down to the ground crying and screaming. The pain he felt, the agony. Oh, the agony.

Ben started rolling and twitching on the ground. He was sad because he still couldn't remember who he was.

All of a sudden the local dog catchers drove past. They picked up Ben because he was foaming at the mouth and they felt they had a moral obligation to get him off the streets. They dropped him off at the town's insane asylum.

The workers at the asylum instantly took Ben in because they saw that he needed some serious help.

They locked him up in his own room and only fed him Princess Fruit Gummies for the next 40 years.

40 YEARS LATER

Ben remembered who he was. He was Benjamin San Francisco and before he had been hit over the head he had been working to become the Magenta Power Ranger. He had made up this Power Ranger all on his own because he really wanted to be one.

Ben told the workers at the asylum that he was a Power Ranger.

They never let him out.

Poor Benjamin San Francisco.