If Dr. Seuss wrote for
Star Trek: the Next Generation...
By John Robinson, jrobinso@athena.valpo.edu
| 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? |
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| 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! |