Discaimer Disclaimer: You heard it already, so leave us alone. (In the
background: M.K. "No, Sarai, put that down! No!" Sarai "The discaimer is
mine! *evil laugh* You abandoned it, but I won't!^^" M K "Right *edges
away*)
4) Bouncers
Captain Picard was almost to Sickbay. He had tried calling Beverly to check on his chief engineer's condition, but for some reason she wasn't answering her commbadge (he didn't know that the tribbles had eaten it). Outside the sickbay door (though our dear captain was too blind to notice) was a group of about thirty tribbles, carrying tiny handmade placards with slogans such as "Murderous Doctor!" and "Down with the doctor!". One tribble approached the captain, waving a sign that said "Free our Brethren", but was promptly squished by our most illustrious captain as he entered Sickbay.
"Beverly? Are you here?"
He listened for a response, and only then noticed the soft purring emanating from the floor. The entire floor was covered with tribbles. Just then, Crusher poked her head out of her office. She had a noodle cup in hand and ramen noodles streaming out of her mouth.
"Oh, uh," Picard stuttered, unnerved by the undulating carpet as well as her somewhat unprofessional appearance, " I just came to check on Mr. La Forge. How is he?"
"Fine! Completely fine!" she replied, the noodles somehow staying on her lower lip.
"Could you be a little more informative."
The change in her demeanour was striking. Crusher put down the noodle cup, and the noodles fell from her mouth and disappeared into the carpet as she glared malevolently.
"Rise my minions! Remove the intruder! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
The tribbles moved forward as one oddly menacing body, knocking Picard down before bodysurfing him out the door. He landed on the tribble protestors, squishing half. The remaining protestors, enraged by the casualties to their ranks, beat him with their placards.
5) Earmuffs
The much-beaten Picard finally dragged himself to the turbolift. "Bridge," he croaked, limping inside. He was shivering as the lift ascended and stopped to allow Ensign No-name to enter. No-name was wearing a pair of purring earmuffs. Our brave captain turned to the ensign.
"Is there something wrong with the environmental controls?" he asked.
"Yes sir. The table-thingy in Engineering that controls the entire ship was damaged by a flying tribble. Repairs are being made, however."
"Good, thank you." The captain replied, stepping onto the bridge. As the lift closed behind him he suddenly stopped, gaping at Troi, currently occupying the captain's chair.
6) Fur coat
Troi was wearing an elaborate fur coat. It was so thick it made Troi look like a deep arctic explorer, and was a vibrating, variegated brown. Deanna Troi didn't seem to notice that her coat was obviously alive as she got up from the captain's chair.
"Nothing to report, sir."
Picard nodded nonchalantly as he settled uneasily in his chair. He didn't think things could possibly get any weirder when the turbolift opened to reveal.
7) Self-heating blanket
. Riker, wrapped in a squirming, furry blanket.
"Like my self-heating blankie?" he asked.
"Um. very nice, Number One."
Troi gasped, "It's still alive!"
Riker snorted, replying, "Yeah, well so is your coat!"
"It is?" she asked, as realization dawned on her, "Ahh, get them off!"
Troi smacked at her coat in a vain effort to remove the tribbles. After a moment Riker decided to help her pull off the coat (as well as anything else she wanted to take off), and dropped it on the deck. The tribble coat became a mass of tribbles, who quickly dispersed and ran away. Troi shivered.
"Now I'm cold!"
Riker pulled part of his blanket off his shoulders.
"I got lots of blanket. Wanna share?" he offered.
"Okay." she replied, having already forgotten that the blanket was also alive. The pair snuggled in the blanket, all lovey-dovey, at the base of the captain's chair. Picard tried to get up, and presently discovered that Troi and Riker were happily camped out on his feet. He put his head in his hands, and thought ' I am surrounded by idiots.'
4) Bouncers
Captain Picard was almost to Sickbay. He had tried calling Beverly to check on his chief engineer's condition, but for some reason she wasn't answering her commbadge (he didn't know that the tribbles had eaten it). Outside the sickbay door (though our dear captain was too blind to notice) was a group of about thirty tribbles, carrying tiny handmade placards with slogans such as "Murderous Doctor!" and "Down with the doctor!". One tribble approached the captain, waving a sign that said "Free our Brethren", but was promptly squished by our most illustrious captain as he entered Sickbay.
"Beverly? Are you here?"
He listened for a response, and only then noticed the soft purring emanating from the floor. The entire floor was covered with tribbles. Just then, Crusher poked her head out of her office. She had a noodle cup in hand and ramen noodles streaming out of her mouth.
"Oh, uh," Picard stuttered, unnerved by the undulating carpet as well as her somewhat unprofessional appearance, " I just came to check on Mr. La Forge. How is he?"
"Fine! Completely fine!" she replied, the noodles somehow staying on her lower lip.
"Could you be a little more informative."
The change in her demeanour was striking. Crusher put down the noodle cup, and the noodles fell from her mouth and disappeared into the carpet as she glared malevolently.
"Rise my minions! Remove the intruder! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
The tribbles moved forward as one oddly menacing body, knocking Picard down before bodysurfing him out the door. He landed on the tribble protestors, squishing half. The remaining protestors, enraged by the casualties to their ranks, beat him with their placards.
5) Earmuffs
The much-beaten Picard finally dragged himself to the turbolift. "Bridge," he croaked, limping inside. He was shivering as the lift ascended and stopped to allow Ensign No-name to enter. No-name was wearing a pair of purring earmuffs. Our brave captain turned to the ensign.
"Is there something wrong with the environmental controls?" he asked.
"Yes sir. The table-thingy in Engineering that controls the entire ship was damaged by a flying tribble. Repairs are being made, however."
"Good, thank you." The captain replied, stepping onto the bridge. As the lift closed behind him he suddenly stopped, gaping at Troi, currently occupying the captain's chair.
6) Fur coat
Troi was wearing an elaborate fur coat. It was so thick it made Troi look like a deep arctic explorer, and was a vibrating, variegated brown. Deanna Troi didn't seem to notice that her coat was obviously alive as she got up from the captain's chair.
"Nothing to report, sir."
Picard nodded nonchalantly as he settled uneasily in his chair. He didn't think things could possibly get any weirder when the turbolift opened to reveal.
7) Self-heating blanket
. Riker, wrapped in a squirming, furry blanket.
"Like my self-heating blankie?" he asked.
"Um. very nice, Number One."
Troi gasped, "It's still alive!"
Riker snorted, replying, "Yeah, well so is your coat!"
"It is?" she asked, as realization dawned on her, "Ahh, get them off!"
Troi smacked at her coat in a vain effort to remove the tribbles. After a moment Riker decided to help her pull off the coat (as well as anything else she wanted to take off), and dropped it on the deck. The tribble coat became a mass of tribbles, who quickly dispersed and ran away. Troi shivered.
"Now I'm cold!"
Riker pulled part of his blanket off his shoulders.
"I got lots of blanket. Wanna share?" he offered.
"Okay." she replied, having already forgotten that the blanket was also alive. The pair snuggled in the blanket, all lovey-dovey, at the base of the captain's chair. Picard tried to get up, and presently discovered that Troi and Riker were happily camped out on his feet. He put his head in his hands, and thought ' I am surrounded by idiots.'