Disclaimer: Me no own no Star Trek. Double negative! Hidden meanings! I slept too late and my bran shut down! Oh, I slept too late and my brain shut down, I slept too late and my brain shut down, I SLEPT TOO LATE AND MY BRAIN SHUT DOWN!!! Hodilly hoddily lumbadi dum!

Anyhoo,

Oh yeah, I also don't own a certain phrase in this chapter (the title). That was stolen (ha ha... thievies we are, my precious) from Douglas Adams, who by the way is really cool.

Reviewer Replies! I'm starting at the bottom and working my way up... I GOT SO MANY REVIEWS!!!!! Joy!

Mimi6- Thank you, thank you. *Takes a bow*

Sukuru- Yeah, it was VERY cool that I got her autograph. I took that out of Chapter 2, though, because I'm not sure you're supposed to put stuff like that in the stories...

SherriGabs- Thank you, thank you. Where did that penname come from? Just curious.

Arrienye- Thank you as well.

I_Am_Bug- Yeah, I changed it so I now (I hope) accept anonymous reviews. I'm glad you liked 'The Game'... it became rather more interesting as it went along, but at least I took out the ogres and the teacups! You don't need to shut up! You need to review! Which you did, so Woo Woo to you! Oh, and I've never tripped on a frozen pea. I guess it would have to be REALLY frozen, so it's hard, because otherwise it would just get squished.

Tavia- I have trouble coming up with 'terrible things' to happen to Chekov. Any suggestions? I was rpetty sure they ate in the Mess Hall, but not positive... and- yeah.

HappiFroggi- I checked my e-mail this mornign and it wa FLOODED with 'review alerts!' All from you! You reviewed every single chapter I've written! I love reviews, but I must ask- why? And why all of the sudden? I got to see Pirates again! I got to see Pirates again! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Here it is, FINALLY, Chapter 3- So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish!

It was a peacful morning. Chekov was feeling happy. He hadn't seen the rabbit in three days, and hadn't been late for that amount of time, either. The captain and the rest of the crew seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened, and life had returned to normal. Or so he thought...
He stepped off the turbolift onto the bridge, and froze. Oh no! He thought. Vhat eef I really am losing eet?
For what Mr. Pavel Chekov, Weapons Control, had seen was this-
Sitting at the Science Station, where Mr. Spock was supposed to be located, sat a very large paperclip, with arms and legs. What Chekov feared was that it WAS Spock, for the clip also had pointed ears and slanted eyebrows.
"Mr. Spock!" He exclaimed, "Vhat happened? Vhy are you such a lairge paper cleep?" He was greeted by silence as everyone on the bridge turned to stare at him, including the paperclip who, he know saw, had a pair of googly-eyes. "Keptin, zat ees Spock, eesn't eet? I mean..." He trailed off. Apparently, no one else had noticed the strange transformation Spock had undergone. Or maybe eet's just me, he worried. "Happy Apreel Fairst!" He said, though it was, in Earth dates, late September. "Apreel fools!" He through his hands up in the air, a little too enthusiastically. "Sorry, sair," he said, turning to the Captain. "I just..." suddenly he realized how he could make everyone believe he was truly himself. He brightened, and beamed confidently at them. "I just vanted to teech eweryvun about Apreel Fools, vhich vas, of course, a Russian Inwention." He said quickly.
"Ah," everyone on the bridge said simultaneously. Now it all made sense.
Chekov sat at his console, still worried. The paperclip was still in Spock's chair. Pairheps, he thought, eet ees some sort ov Wulcen tradition to tairn into a paper cleep ewery once in a vhile. Maybe eet keeps thaim young. Entertained by this thought, he couldn't help snorting a bit with laughter.
"Mr. Chekov," The paperclip said, in a voice that sounded just like Spock. "So long, and thanks for all the fish."
Chekov turned, eyes wide, and stared fearfully at Spock. "Vha- vhat, sair?" He asked, his voice shaking.
" Did you now hear me, ensign?"
"N-no, sair."
"I informed you that the captain had given you an order that you did not obey. He said he wanted a full Weapons Capabilities analysis of the planet we are approaching. You seemed rather distracted, and did not respond."
"Wery, wery sorry sair," he said, turning to bring up the analysis. He knew he had heard right, he knew it!
He gulped hard as he glanced up at the planet filling the front view screen, and gasped when he heard it laughing at him.

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