> 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!