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  GENETIC DRIFT  -OR-  GRADES OF SHAY
 
Written by:     Russell E. Billings  (rebill02@ulkyvx.bitnet)
                Robert W. Miracle    (rwmira01@ulkyvx.bitnet)
                Elizabeth Hildebrand (eahild01@ulkyvx.bitnet)
                David E. Brooks, Jr. (brooks@disk.uucp)
with help from: Scott Marusak  (usenetless)
 
  PRELUDE.
 
  #include 
 
 
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   The external shot fades to a view of the bridge.  Riker is in the command
   chair, Data and Wesley are at the forward stations, Worf is at the rear
   console, Gomez is at the engineering station, and a few unnamed crew
   members are milling around in the back of the room.
 
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  #include 
 
  WORF:     Commander, sensors have detected a small ship at extreme range.
  RIKER:    Can you make out what it is, Mr. Worf?
  WORF:     Not at this range.
  RIKER:    Mr. Data, are there supposed to be any ships out this far?
  DATA:     There are no Federation or Klingon ships in this quadrant.
  RIKER:    Except us.
  DATA:     Actually, sir, we are not out here, either.  At least not
according
            to Star Fleet Record.
  RIKER:    Then where do they say we are?
  DATA:     The only entry for us is "Coming soon to a theater near you!"
  RIKER:    So what do you all think about this?
  WESLEY:   "This"?  I think that this is an excellent word.  I use it all
the
            time to indicate what I am talking about.
  GOMEZ:    It could be a new life form that we have never encountered
before!
            I'm so exCITed!
  RIKER:    Calm down, Sonya.  It could also be the Borg finally.  [to
ceiling]
            Bridge to Captain Picard.
  V/PICARD: What is it, Number One?
  RIKER:    "It" is a third person singular pronoun that has no gender, Sir,
            but that is not important right now.  We have detected an
unknown
            ship in an unusual section of the galaxy.  We are investigating,
            but we need your skill at exploration in this.
  V/PICARD: On my way.  Picard out.
  DATA:     Commander, we could have easily handled a new race.  It is part
of
            every cadet's training at the Academy.
  RIKER:    Yes, but we have to let ole baldie do something, now don't we?
 
 
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   Data pauses, thinks the last over, and is about to say something when
   Picard enters the bridge.  Picard is shaving as he enters.  He hands the
   cordless razor to Riker, who is somehow cut on the thigh by it.
 
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  PICARD:   Bridge to Sick Bay.
  VOICE:    Yes?
  PICARD:   Doctor Bob, I am sending you your first patient.
  DR. BOB:  I have been *patiently* waiting for this.
 
 
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   Sound of three people in the background laughing.
 
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   View cuts to an operating room where a dog, a pig, and a member of the
   band are operating on the unconscious first officer.
 
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  VOICE/2:  But Dr. Bob, the patient is bleeding!
  DR. BOB:  Don't go hog wild on me Nurse Piggy.  If he could survive the
final
            episode of the second season, he can survive this.
  NURSE J:  Should we use the memory stimulation device on him again?
  DR. BOB:  I don't *mind* if I do.  [all three laugh]
  V/ANNOUNCER: And so ends another episode of Veterinarian's Hospital.  Tune
in
            next time when we hear Nurse Piggy say:
  PIGGY:    Shouldn't we put a tourniquet on the wound?
  DR. BOB:  Sure, but we'll need a lot of pressure.  Something very heavy to
            place on the wound.  [pases]  You're heavy enough, Nurse Piggy;
sit
            here and put pressure on the wound.
  PIGGY:    [Shouting in Anger]  Haaaaiii-YAH!  [Dr. Bob flies across the
room]
 
 
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   The curtains on the operating room close, and the scene changes to show
   two old men sitting in chairs.
 
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  STATLER:  Sick jokes. [Both old men laugh]
 
 
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   Scene shows Wesley talking to Gomez.
 
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  WESLEY:   Here are the options:  A neat sounding movie starring Arnold
            Schwarzenegger and Tom Cruise called CONAN THE BARTENDER; Freddy
            Kruger and the Muppets starring in A NIGHTMARE ON SESAME STREET;
            INDIANA JONES AND THE COUNTY OF BLOOM where the famed
archaeologist
            is searching for the legendary Banana PC, Jr.; or BATBOY
starring
            Michael Keaton and Adam West as Cincinati Reds.
  GOMEZ:    Go away Wesley.  [Exits]
 
 
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   A little green alien enters from the left side of the room and speaks:
 
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  KERMIT:   It's Star Trek: The Next Parody, with our special guest stars,
The
            Muppets!  Yeaaaaaa!
 
 
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   The curtains roll back revealing a stage.  The entire crew of the
   Enterprise is intermixed with various fuzzy aliens.  Music starts up and
   everyone begins to sing the following song:
 
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  CHORUS:   It's time to play the music.
            It's time to dress up right
            It's time to get things started
            on the Star Trek show tonight!
 
            It's time to fire Photons
           It's time for Warp Drive
            It's time to engage engines
            on the Parody tonight!
 
            It's time to put on make-up
            It's time to light the lights
            It's time to get things started
 
  AUDIENCE: Why don't you get things started?
 
  KERMIT:   It's time to get things started
 
  CHORUS:   On the inspirational
            celebrational
            muppetational
            Star Trekational
            This is what we call the Parody!!!!!
 
  GONZO:    [blowing horn]  BREEEEEEEEEEEP!  [He looks at the horn in shock,
it
            never worked before]
 
 
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   Scene cuts to the second ST:TNP introduction.  We watch the moon drop
   into Warp Drive and fly away from the earth, the light shows on the
   correct side of Saturn, but the rings are missing.  The Enterprise flies
   by several times, always in a rush, but never getting anywhere.
 
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        Space, the final frontier.  These are the voyages of the
        Starship Enterprise.   It's ongoing mission:  To explore
        strange  new comedy,  to seek out  new life  forms under
        cinema cushions,  to boldly go where  no parody has gone
        before.
 
 
 
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   COMMERCIAL BREAK
 
   1.  Joe Isuzu drives back and forth in front of a competitor's showroom
       saying things like "Ask him if it has better milage."  to the
       customer.
   2.  This week we'll make: Stomped Steak.  No other plastic bag can do
       that.  Next week, Creamed Berries.
   3.  Humpty Dumpty cinch sack - yet another garbage bag company.
   4.  Hi!  I'm Fenchurch, one of the operators here at MQ, and I'll be back
       with an exciting offer right after this:
 
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Message #6172 "(55) ST-TNG"
Date: 19-Sep-89 21:10
From: Russ Billings
To:   All
Subj: ST:TNP "Genetic Drift" pt 2 of 5
 
AREA:STTNG
 
 
From: rebill02@ULKYVX.BITNET (Russ Billings)
Date: 18 Sep 89 22:17:00 GMT
Organization: University of Louisville
Message-ID: <30rebill02@ULKYVX.bitnet>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek
 
Star Trek : The Next Parody "Genetic Drift" part 2 of 5
 
  SCENE 1.
 
 
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   The bridge is shown from the back.  Picard and Riker are standing up to
   get a better view of the approaching spaceship.  Wesley and Data are
   sitting in their usual places.  To the right of the screen and about ten
   feet above the rest of the bridge is a box with two old men sitting in
   it.
 
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  RIKER:    Mr. Crusher, have you determined what that ship is yet?
  WESLEY:   What does this console look like, a science station?  Ask the
            witch.  [Indicates Gomez, who snubbed Wesley for a date]
  RIKER:    Right.  Ensign Gomez, have you determined what that ship is yet?
  GOMEZ:    No sir.  It does not fit any known starship design.  If I did
not
            know any better, I would say that is was shaped like a great big
            pig.
  PICARD:   Good grief.
 
            Open Hailing Frequencies.
 
 
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   The scene cuts to a picture of a Pig-shaped spaceship with three jet
   engines.  A voice in an echo chamber says:
 
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  VOICE:    And now it's time for,  PIGS .. IN .. SPAAAAACE.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   The scene cuts to the bridge of the other ship.  Three pigs (two males
   and one female) are visible behind their consoles.  Suddenly, large
   chunks of ice start to fall from the ceiling.
 
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  DOC STRANGEPORK: We are being hailed!
  LINK:     [Thonk!]  Well, answer them.
  PIGGY:    But there is no one on this ship named "Well", Captain.
  LINK:     [Thonk! Thonk!]  Then you do it, First Officer Piggy.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   View cuts back to the bridge of the Enterprise.  Link Hogthrob, Miss
   Piggy, and Doctor Strangepork are all visible on the viewscreen.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  PICARD:   This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise
            representing the United Federation of Planets.
  LINK:     Who is?  You did not point at anyone.
  PICARD:   I am.
  DOC STRANGEPORK: But you said "This is" and you did not indicate anyone.
By
            the way, who are you?
  PICARD:   *I* am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise,
            representing the United Federation of Planets.
  TROI:     [Aside to Picard]  Captain, we may have to speak to them in
their
            own language, like that other race when you first played Dixon
            Hill.
  PICARD:   [Aside to Troi]  Shut up, you'll give the writers ideas.
 
 
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   COMMERCIAL BREAK
 
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       new offer from Mortician's Quarterly.  Order now at 1/3 the newsstand
       price, and receive this fabulous faux dirt ABOSULUTELY FREE.  And if
       you are one of the first 20000 lucky callers, we'll even throw in
       this beautiful cockroach shipped all the way from Cambodia.
   2.  The 7up dots hide out as pepperoni on pizza.
   3.  Join the Weekend Anchor team every night at 6:00 here on Channel 1.
   4.  Hi, I'm Fenchurch, one of the operators at K-Tel.  I'll be back in a
       minute with an offer that you can't refuse.
 
       Yes, now you can own Jukebox from Hell, a collection of the all time
       most annoying songs ever played on the Radio.  Here are some samples:
       o   Afternoon Delight
       o   Let's hear it for the boy
       o   Smooth Criminal
       o   Don't Worry, be happy.
 
       Hi, Fenchurch again.  Order now, and receive the entire T. Baker
       album collection absolutely free!  To order, call 1-900-555-4283 now.
 
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Message #6173 "(55) ST-TNG"
Date: 19-Sep-89 21:12
From: Russ Billings
To:   All
Subj: ST:TNP "Genetic Drift" pt 3 of 5
 
AREA:STTNG
 
 
From: rebill02@ULKYVX.BITNET (Russ Billings)
Date: 18 Sep 89 22:21:00 GMT
Organization: University of Louisville
Message-ID: <33rebill02@ULKYVX.bitnet>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek
 
Star Trek : The Next Parody "Genetic Drift" part 3 of 5
 
  SCENE 3.
 
 
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   The chickens (having escaped Sweetums in 10-forward) are seen entering
   the Leisure Bridge.  The bridge is totally empty, except for them.  They
   settle in the Helm and Navigation chairs, and begin to play Chopsticks on
   the consoles.  The ship lurches, and the chickens are thrown from the
   chairs.
 
   Picard, Riker, Worf, Data, Gomez, and Wesley come charging onto the
   Bridge to find out what is going on.  Seeing no one in the command
   chairs, they run to their places to regain control of the ship.  Picard
   remains standing.
 
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  PICARD:   Mr. Data, report!
  DATA:     Aye aye, sir.  [Makes a sound like a large cannon being fired]
  RIKER:    He meant, "What is the status of our ship?"
  DATA:     [Giving Picard that "Why didn't you say what you meant, Putz"
look]
            Oh.  It seems that we are travelling at a velocity of Warp 12.1.
  RIKER:    12.1?  That's impossible.  No ship can travel that fast.
  WESLEY:   Apparently *WE* can, but we have to be flying in reverse.
  PICARD:   In Reverse?
  WESLEY:   .reverse in flying be to have we but ,can *We* Apparently
  PICARD:   Intriguing.  [Starts to sit in his chair, without noticing the
            chicken]
  CHICKEN:  BROWK! Squawk!  [Picard stands up, and the chicken runs away]
  PICARD:   Mr. Crusher! Get these chickens off my bridge!
  WESLEY:   Aye, sir.  I'll put them somewhere where they'll be no tribble
at
            all.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Scene changes to show Riker sitting at a table in 10-forward.  He is
   showing Data how to pick up a woman.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  RIKER:    Miss, can I borrow you for a moment?
  PIGGY:    Sounds simple enough.  [All three head to a table]
  RIKER:    [to Data]  Start with something like this: [to Miss Piggy]  You
are
            the most beautiful woman in the world.  [pauses]  But that may
not
            work.
  PIGGY:    Yes, yes it would.
  RIKER:    You don't know how long I have wanted to say that.
  PIGGY:    But you were afraid ... of us?
  RIKER:    No, but of what our children might look like.
  PIGGY:    [Having finished with the small talk she grabs Riker] Come
along.
  RIKER:    [being drug by the foot]  DATA!  SOMETHING'S GOT ME!!!
  SWEETUMS: [Speaking as Data starts to help Riker]  Touch him, and he
flies.
  DATA:     You botched the quote.  The oil slick said "Touch him, and he
            dies", not "flies".
  SWEETUMS: Sorry.
  SAM:      More appropriately, "Touch him, and you die".  Commander Riker
            notoriously commits despicable acts with multiple feminine
beings.
            He is probably carrying millions and billions of microbes that
can
            infect and destroy entire ecosystems of life in minutes.  He is
a
            threat to Intergalactic Health, and possibly as deadly as the
            comedian bear that we are so unfortunate to have to sequester.
  DATA:     Did you say that you all have a comedian in your crew?
  SAM:      Yes.
  DATA:     Where is he? Can I meet him?
  SAM:      Talk to the frog.  He'll know where the bear is.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   COMMERCIAL BREAK
 
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  SCENE 4
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Data is sitting in 10-Forward.  The little green alien is talking to him.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  DATA:     So you're saying that your comic has "knocked 'em dead" for
years?
            Does that indicate how good he is?
  KERMIT:   Well, in a manner of speaking.  His punch lines are so bad that
we
            had to register his jokes as lethal weapons last year.
  DATA:     Did he get his license to kill?
  KERMIT:   Only on UHF.
  DATA:     Ah.  I'd like to meet him, if I may.
  KERMIT:   Fozzy!
  FOZZY:    [entering from the right to the sound of trumpets] Hiya hiya
hiya!
            Hey, nice starship you got here.  Do you do music by Grace
Slick?
            [Drums: Ba-doom-doomp]
  WALDORF:  There's nothing slick about your act.
  STATLER:  Yeah, it's about as rough as Picard's razor stubble.  [Both old
men
            laugh]
  FOZZY:    Guys, can't you leave me alone long enough for me to show him
            [Indicates Data] how comedy should be done?
  WALDORF:  Well, that'd be a little hard.
  STATLER:  Yeah, you don't know how comedy should be done.  [Both old men
            laugh]
  FOZZY:    [to Data]  Don't mind those two.  They like doing this to me.
  DATA:     [Awed voice]  Impressive.  I had always heard that it was
            impossible to get those two to laugh.  You have done it in less
            than 2 seconds.  Can I have your autograph?
  FOZZY:    Me?  My Autograph?  Sure!  [signs the paper]
  FOZZY:    Thanks, Dah-tah.
  DATA:     Data.  My name is Data.
  FOZZY:    Data, Dah-tah, what's the difference?
  DATA:     [Thinks for a second]  One is my name.  The other is snot; and
Dr.
            Pulaski used the last of my Kleenex.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Picard, Troi, Crusher, LaForge, Dr. Bob, and Worf enter 10-Forward.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  PICARD:   Wait a minute!  Who is on the Bridge?
  WESLEY:   Commander Riker is up there.
  PICARD:   Can he handle it alone?
  WESLEY:   Don't worry.  He has good instruments.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Temporary View of the Bridge.  Riker and Zoot are playing a saxophone
   duet with the rest of the Dr. Teeth Band backing them up.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  PICARD:   "Don't worry".  How can I be happy if my crew says "Don't
worry"?
 
  #include 
 
  PICARD:   Mr. Data, Report!
  DATA:     [pulls a strip of paper out of his mouth - It is stacked and
            collated]  Here you go, Sir.
  PICARD:   [Takes report and hands it to O'Brien]  O'Brien, what do you
make
            of this?
  OBRIAN:   This?  I can make a hat; or a broach; or an Airplane; or ...
  PICARD:   [Taking crumpled report from O'Brien]  Gimme that.
 
            Mr. Data, what was that beep about?
  DATA:     That beep was about 440 Hertz, but that is not important right
now.
            The computer reports that there is an immense power drain coming
            from the food dispensers.
 
 
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   Scene changes to show a blue alien standing in front of a dispenser.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  COOKIE MONSTER: Cookie!  [a cookie forms in the dispenser and the Monster
            eats it]  Cookie! [and so on ten times]
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   COMMERCIAL BREAK
 
   1.  A supermarket shows lots and lots of vegetables being splashed with
       water - accelerating the rate that the food will rot at.
   2.  Some twit wrestler wearing green and yellow war paint shouts about
       softdrinks that only Ernest would love, Vern.
   3.  The Bic Macroscreen Dischargeable Razor.  Shaves as close as a blade,
       or I'll give you your stubble back.
   4.  And the Lady Bic, the perfect gift.  Shaves without a Borg.
 
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Message #6174 "(55) ST-TNG"
Date: 19-Sep-89 21:12
From: Russ Billings
To:   All
Subj: ST:TNP "Genetic Drift" pt 5 of 5
 
AREA:STTNG
 
 
From: rebill02@ULKYVX.BITNET (Russ Billings)
Date: 18 Sep 89 22:23:00 GMT
Organization: University of Louisville
Message-ID: <35rebill02@ULKYVX.bitnet>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek
 
Star Trek : The Next Parody  "Genetic Drift"  part 5 of 5
 
  SCENE 5
 
 
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   External shot of the Enterprise ... still flying in reverse.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  V/PICARD: Captain's Log, supplemental.  I am retreating from the hectic
            situation on board my ship.  This crew of the Starship Henson
has
            nearly driven me nuts.  However, I am about to witness a new
            medical procedure that may stop these parody writers from
abusing
            my personal appearance.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Scene shows Picard entering a laboratory.  Two men in lab coats are
   visible, one with long red hair, and one with glasses but no eyes.  The
   one wearing glasses turns to greet the Captain.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  HONEYDEW: Hello, I am Dr. Bunsen Honeydew of Muppet Labs, where the future
is
            being made, today.  [He is holding a clear liquid in a bottle
that
            looks remarkably like no-wax floor cleaner] Today My assistant
            Beaker and I will demonstrate a hair growth product that will
            revolutionize the entire personal grooming industry.  When this
            lotion is applied to bare skin, as my assistant Beaker is doing,
            there will be instant new hair growth in that location!
 
 
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   Beaker puts some on his hands, and rubs it on his chin.  Immediately, a
   beard begins to form.  It grows at a high rate.  Unfortunately, hair is
   also growing on his hands.  This has alarmed Beaker.
 
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  BEAKER:   Meep! Mee-mee-mee-meep!  MEEP!
  HONEYDEW: Of course, you should always put on rubber gloves before you
apply
            the lotion, as the hair will grow anywhere.
  PICARD:   [watching Beaker]  I'll take it.  [He applies it and his hair
            starts to grow.  Picard smiles and exits]
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   10-Forward.  Picard enters, with a full head of red hair.  He is smiling
   very broadly as he sits next to Dr. Teeth and Floyd, the baseplayer.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  FLOYD:    Hey, Dr. Teeth!  Animal finally showed up.
  DR. TEETH: Quick!  get the collar on him before he gets away.  We have a
gig
            to play with that Riker dude in 30 minutes.
  FLOYD:    O.k.  [Slaps the collar and chain on Picard and hands him two
drum
            sticks]
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   All three exit as the REAL Animal is seen talking to Troi.  Troi hits him
   with a right-cross and exits.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  ANIMAL:   What a WOMAN!  [passes out]
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   The scene changes to display the Enterprise Ballroom.  A band is playing
   a waltz, to which many couples are dancing.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  TROI:     [Waltzing into view with Floyd.] I hear that you play in the
band.
            Are you important?
  FLOYD:    Yeah.  You could say that I am the BASS of the whole group.
[Both
            laugh, and waltz out of view.]
  PIGGY:    [dancing with Riker]  So your name is William T. Riker.  What
does
            the "T." stand for?
  RIKER:    Time.
  PIGGY:    Time?
  RIKER:    Yeah.  Time for a dip [Dips her off screen]
  GEORGE:   [dancing with a purple alien]  I hate these ballroom dances.
  MILDRED:  Then why do you come?
  GEORGE:   I'm the janitor.  I have to clean up afterwards.  [They waltz
out
            of view]
  LAFORGE:  [Dancing with Gomez] I don't know about all of the aliens
running
            loose on our ship.
  GOMEZ:    Why not?
  LAFORGE:  They seem to be taking control of all of our social functions.
            [Animal cuts in and dances with Gomez.  Geordie hasn't noticed]
            They may even take you [he notices] away from me...  Rats!
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   VOOSH!  10 rats appear around LaForge
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  PACKRAT:  You called?  [Laforge exits, followed by the rats]
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   A view of the green alien talking to a blue alien and Fozzy behind a desk
   back stage.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  GONZO:    Hey, Kermit?  Do you think that they will let me fire myself out
of
            their Photon Torpedo tubes for the Grand Finale?
  KERMIT:   Gonzo!  Get out of here.  [Gonzo exits]
  FOZZY:    Hey, uh, Kermit?  Can I do another comedy skit?
  KERMIT:   I'm sorry, Fozzy.  There just isn't time to let you do another
            comedy skit.  We've already lost half the audience.
  FOZZY:    Listen, Frog.  This is my biggest break yet, and the chickens
have
            had more air time that I have.  I have got to prove to the
Galaxy
            that I can be a real comic.
  KERMIT:   I'll see what I can do, but I have to introduce this number.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   The green alien exits to the right.  The scene changes to the closed
   curtains, where the alien enters from the left.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  KERMIT:   And now for the Enterprise's very own Commander William T. Riker
            backed up by our very own Dr. Teeth band, performing the song,
            "One", YEA!!!!!!
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   The curtains pull back to show the Recreation Deck.  Riker and Zoot are
   standing in front with their saxophones, Dr. Teeth, Floyd, Janice, and
   Rowlf are at their usual positions.  Picard's hair is still growing, and
   he is sitting at Animal's drums.  The crew is sitting nearby, some in the
   swimming pool, some just eating cookies.  The music is okay, but since
   Riker is playing, everyone claps.  Picard goes into a drum solo over the
   top of Riker, which catches Animal's attention - Someone else is doing
   his schtick.  Animal sneaks up behind Picard, and crashes two symbols
   together on his head.  Another brawl results.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   After the brawl is cleared, Picard is in sickbay.  Dr. Bob is trying to
   reverse the lotion applied by Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.  Worf is present.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  V/ANNOUNCER: And now it's time for Veterinarian's hospital, where a quack
has
            gone to the dogs.
  DR. BOB:  Sickbay to Muppet labs!
  V/HONEYDEW: I'm sorry, but Beaker can't come to the phone right now.
Please
            leave your name and message at the sound of the Meep.
  V/BEAKER: [in a pitiful whine]  Meeeeeep!
  DR. BOB:  Nevermind, Honeydew.  I'll fix it myself.  Nurse Piggy!  Pour
the
            chicken soup on his head.
  PIGGY:    But, Dr Bob, what will that do?
  DR. BOB:  I dunno, but it worked for the Munsters!
 
            Hmmm.  That didn't work.  Worf, give me your dustbuster.  Maybe
            that'll pull it out.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Sure enough, the dustbuster worked.  Picard looks like he did before.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  DR. BOB:  Success!
  PICARD:   [Standing]  Mr. Worf, collect as many security people as you
need
            and GET THESE PEOPLE OFF MY SHIP!
  WORF:     No problem sir.  [ touches communicator.  tweedlesquirge] This
is
            Security Chief Lieutenant Worf speaking.  It is time to collect
            every piece of laundry and cloth on this ship to run it to the
            cleaners.  Even though we have not fixed the error that
destroyed
            every piece of felt that was washed, *ALL* fabric must be
washed.
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Pandemonium is heard as the fuzzy aliens scramble back to their ship.
   the whole thing takes less than 2 minutes.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
 
  PICARD:   Thank you, Mr. Worf.
  WORF:     You're welcome, captain.
  PICARD:   My name is NOT welcome.  It is Jean-Luc Picard.
  WORF:     Aye, sir.  Oh, one thing.  Meet Acting Ensign Sweetums, my new
            second in command.
  SWEETUMS: Hello, Johnny-Lou!
  PICARD:   ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
 
 
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 * Origin: TLSI: The DFW/Usenet Gateway (1:124/2202.0)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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  WORF:     CandyGram for Sweetums.  CandyGram for Sweetums.
  SWEETUMS: I'm Sweetums.
  WORF:     CandyGram for you, sir. [Worf turns, puts his fingers in his
ears,
            and walks away very quickly]
 
   *** BOOM! ***
 
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   Debris flies out of 10-Forward after the CandyGram blows up.  Worf
   re-enters to find Sweetums laying on the floor out cold.
 
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
   COMMERCIAL BREAK.
 
   1.  Dial 1-900-FOO-LISH for the Chat-phone.  Meet hundreds of people just
       like yourself.
       o   [Blonde woman]I'm Fenchurch and I call all the time.
       o   [Blond man]I lots of girls
       o   [Red-haired woman]  Sometimes I don't even say anything, I just
           sit and listen.
 
       Only $4.95 per minute.  Don't ask your parents for permission.
   2.  News Break, Walt Disney and MGM Studio's buys tons of felt from Jim
       Henson.  Big Bird was not affected.
 
 
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