If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation...
Picard:
- Sigma Indri, that's the star,
- So, Data, please, how far? How far?
Data:
- Our ship can get there very fast
- But still the trip will last and last
- We'll have two days til we arrive
- But can the Indrans there survive?
Picard:
- LaForge, please give us factor nine.
LaForge:
- But, sir, the engines are offline!
Picard:
- Offline! But why? I want to go!
- Please make it so, please make it so!
Riker:
- But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
- We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
- The danger here is far too great!
Picard:
- But surely we must not be late!
Troi:
- I'm sensing anger and great ire.
Computer:
- Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!
Picard:
- The ship's on fire? How could this be?
- Who lit the fire?
Riker:
- Not me.
Worf:
- Not me.
Picard:
- Computer, how long til we die?
Computer:
- Eight minutes left to say goodbye.
Data:
- May I suggest a course to take?
- We could, I think, quite safely make
- Extinguishers from tractor beams
- And stop the fire, or so it seems...
Geordi:
- Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
- Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!
Picard:
- Mr. Data, thank you much.
- You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.
Troi:
- We still must save the Indran planet --
Data:
- Which (by the way) is made of granite...
Picard:
- Enough, you android. Please desist.
- We understand -- we get your gist.
- But can we get our ship to go?
- Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.
Geordi:
- There's sabotage among the wires
- And that's what started all the fires.
Riker:
- We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
- We need to go! We need to go!
Troi:
- We must seek out the traitor spy
- And lock him up and ask him why.
Worf:
- Ask him why? How sentimental.
- I say give him problems dental.
Troi:
- Are any Romulan ships around?
- Have scanners said that they've been found?
- Or is it Borg or some new threat
- We haven't even heard of yet?
- I sense no malice in this crew.
- Now what are we supposed to do?
Crusher:
- Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
- They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
- I can't just sit and let them die!
- A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!
Picard:
- Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
Crusher:
- They may be dead by Tuesday noon.
- COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
- HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?
Worf:
- The saboteur is in the brig.
- He's very strong and very big.
- I had my phaser set on stun --
- A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
- He would not budge, he would not fall,
- He would not stun, no, not at all!
- He changed into a stranger form
- All soft and purple, round and warm.
Picard:
- Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
- Did you see this creature morph?
Worf:
- I did and then I beat him fairly.
- Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.
Riker:
- My commendations, Klingon friend!
- Our troubles now are at an end!
Crusher:
- Now let's get our ship to fly
- And orbit yonder Indran sky!
Picard:
- LaForge, please tell me we can go...?
Geordi:
- Yes, sir, we can.
Picard:
- Then make it so!
THE END