Chapter 6: Data

Quark and Rom were driving down the road as Quark was on the phone with someone.
"I'm telling you, this kid does everything." Quark said. "He sings, tells jokes, and he even rides a bicycle."
Quark then turned to Rom.
"Rom, find me two humons in a tan colored Studebaker."
Just then, two humans in a rainbow colored Studebaker drove past.
"Gee, Quark, all I can see is two humons in a rainbow colored Studebaker." Rom said before realizing what he'd said.

As Chekov and Kirk continued down the road, they saw Quark's limo drive after them.
"Chekov, they're right behind us!" Kirk called out.
"I know!" Chekov said agitatedly. "I know!"
"Well how'd they recognize us?!" Kirk called out.
"Maybe zey recognized you." Chekov said plainly.
"What do you mean?" Kirk asked.
"Well how many people do you know who sits in ze passenger seat like it's a Keptin's chair?" Chekov explained.
"Can't you drive any faster Chekov?!" Kirk called out. "They're gaining on us!"
"Nyet." Chekov said. "zis zing's going as fast as it can."
They then saw an ad for Faygo with a rainbow colored motive.
"Pull in front of that sign." Kirk said quickly.
They did so, and Kirk was right. The Electric Frontier's paint job matched the billboard perfectly. The two ducked down and Quark's car drove right past.
"Vell zat vorked out pretty well." Chekov said as Kirk groaned.

Meanwhile, on the same road, a white skinned android with black hair named Data was riding a van with his girlfriend and partner in his plunger business, Annika Hansen, AKA Seven of Nine.
"So I told Captain Janeway that just because we were sharing an apartment didn't mean I had to deal with her strict rules, so I packed up and left." Seven said, finishing a story about her old friend, Kathryn Janeway.
"Wow, good for you!" Data said. "Now... We just need a plumbing job."
"Well no offense Data, but people are paying you to do something they can do themselves." Seven pointed out. "It is a pretty small market."
"Well that is fair." Data said as the van accidentally drifted to the wrong side of the road.

Kirk and Chekov were driving down when they saw the van there.
"Chekov, look at that funny little van." Kirk said.
"Yeah, cute isn't it?" Chekov said.
"No, I meant it's heading straight for us!" Kirk called out.
"Oh." Chekov said. "AH!"
"We're gonna hit!" Kirk called out when he saw that the van was now gone. "We missed it."
"Oh, you call that a miss?" Data said as he transported down from the roof with Seven.
"How'd you do that?" Kirk asked.
"I used an emergency transporter to transport the van on top of the car." Data said.
"Oh." Kirk said.
It was at this point that Data began hopping up and down in the back seat.
"You guys okay?" Kirk asked.
"Yes." Seven said calmly.
"Why are you hopping up and down?" Chekov asked Data.
"Because I am hopping mad!" Data called out.
"Guy has a sense of humor." Kirk observed.
"Hey, why don't you join us?" Chekov asked.
"Where are you going?" Data asked.
"Ve're following our dream." Chekov said.
"Really?" Data asked. "Well I have a dream too... But you will think it is stupid."
"No we won't." Chekov said. "Tell us."
"Well, my dream is to go to Bombay, India and become a movie star." Data said plainly.
"You don't go to Bombay to become a movie star." Chekov pointed out. "You go vhere ve're going. Hollywood."
"Well sure, if you vant to do it the easy way."
"Ve picked up a veirdo..." Chekov groaned.
"You get used to it." Seven sighed.
Eventually, they arrived at a small town and a car lot.
"Hey, Mad Man Mooney's." Seven said. "It is a used car lot."
"Yeah, maybe we can trade in both these old cars and get one big one." Kirk said.
"Vhat?!" Chekov called out. "Trade in my uncle's Studebaker?!"
"That is what he said." Data confirmed.
"Oh, vhen he comes back from Florida, he'll kill me." Chekov groaned.
Everyone got out of the car and looked around.
"Oh, my dear friends!" The salesman said. "Welcome to Mad Man Mooney's used car lot. Today's your lucky day!"
"It is?" Kirk asked.
"It is." The man said. "You see guys; you're driving the wrong car."
"I am?" Chekov asked.
"I was not!" Data called out angrily.
"I can put you in this German street machine for only 2,000 strips of latinum minus a twelve dollar trade in on the old car." The salesman said as he patted the car he was trying to sell them, and the fender fell off. "Detachable fenders for narrow garages."
"No thanks." Kirk sighed.
"Worf, get out here!" The salesman said as a Klingon male with black, about the same age as Data arrived.
"Hello." Worf said. "I am Worf, Son of Mogh. Towing the cars in the lot this old man sells is my occupation."
"Just move the car, Worf." The salesman said agitatedly. Worf did so bare handed.
"Now seriously friends," the salesman went on. "Mad Man Mooney doesn't believe in all that dealing and wheeling."
As the salesman was talking, Worf got bothered by a fly near a car that was priced at 1,195 dollars.
"No, the price on the sticker is the price you pay and never more and never less."
Just then, Worf swatted the fly as it landed on the sticker, which ended up making it read "11.95".
"We will take that one for eleven dollars and ninety-five cents." Seven said quickly.
The salesman turned around and saw it.
"That is our five dollar trade in." Data pointed out. "You owe us a nickel."
The deal went down as Worf arrived with the keys.
"Hey thanks." Kirk said. "By the way, we're all going to Hollywood. You wanna come with us?"
"Hollywood?!" Worf said as he rushed off.
"That's weird." Kirk said. "He ran off. Well, move it right along, Chekov."
"Right." Chekov said as they drove off.

As the car went off, Worf raced after them with a suitcase.
"Hey you guys, wait!" Worf called off. "I wanna go with you!"
He sighed and began chasing after them. He really needed to just say 'yes' or 'no' instead of rushing off.


That was fun!