Aaaaaand here's the next chapter!
Narrator: Let's move on to the little clones. They're still in the giant mouse cage. Let's see—how many clones do we have?
Little Narrator: (importantly) Ten, not including Little Doctor Death.
Little Kirk: Let's play Follow the Leader!
Little McCoy: Okay.
Little Spock: What is the purpose of that game?
Little McCoy: You follow the leader and sing this song: "We're following the leader, the leader, the leader, we're following the leader, wherever he may go!"
Little Spock: Where does the leader go?
Little McCoy: Wherever he wants to.
Little Spock: What if he goes somewhere that you do not wish to go?
Little McCoy: You have to follow.
Little Spock: That sounds even more illogical then the game in which you pretend you are a waterfowl.
Little Chekov: Huh? Waterwhat?
Little Kirk: He means Duck-Duck-Goose!
Little Sulu: Let's play that instead!
Little Kirk: No! I'm going to be the leader and everyone has to follow me!
Little PearlGirl: Aren't we supposed to be finding the cheese?
Little Alania: (perks up) Cheese? Where?
Little Snodgrass: Cheese sounds dangerous.
Little Uhura: Cheese is messy unless you eat it with a fork.
Little Chekov: Fork? What's a fork?
Little Uhura: It's what you eat with, stupid!
Little PearlGirl: I thought you ate with your hands.
Little Chekov: Duh. I use my face.
Little Uhura: Gross!
Little Pearlgirl: (sniffs) I don't like it in here.
Little Alania: Uh oh.
Little Pearlgirl: (starts crying) I want OUT! Waaaaaaah!
Little Kirk: All right, let's play Follow the Leader. I'm gonna be the leader.
Little Alania: (kicks Little Kirk) No, I'm gonna be the leader!
Little Kirk: How come?
Little Alania: 'Cause I said so, that's why!
Little Kirk: But I'm the Captain!
Little Alania: Are not! Besides, I'm an Author.
Little Kirk: No you're not. Those big girls are the Authors. You're just a pipsqueak.
Little Alania: Huh. Well you're not any bigger than I am.
Little Pearlgirl: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Little Sulu: (covers ears; to Little Alania) Your sister is loud.
Little Alania: (shrugs) She was born that way.
Little Chekov: I'm hungry.
Little Alania: Then let's go get the cheese! Follow me, everybody!
Little Narrator: The clones all get up to follow her except for Little Kirk, who is pouting, Little Pearlgirl, who is crying, and Little Spock, who is sitting and thinking.
Little Kirk: (pouting) I should get to be the leader.
Narrator: (pokes head onstage) Um, it's time to switch scenes.
Little Narrator: Um, okay.
Narrator: Okay, when we left off, there were a large number of people in the cage. Let me see if I can list all of them: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, Uhura, Red-shirts 1 and 2, that red-shirt with the impossible name, and the two Authors. Doctor Death is still trying to fix his cloning machine, and Little Doctor Death is still playing with his chemistry set.
Little Doctor Death: (sticks tongue out at people in the cage) Ha ha.
Kirk: (angry) That little twerp!
McCoy: He reminds me of your clone, Jim.
Narrator: Suddenly, there is a fizzling sound from the cloning machine. Sparks fly from it. Doctor Death starts swearing.
Doctor Death: #$&!
Pearlgirl: (concerned) Need some help? (She walks right through the bars of the cage and heads over toward Doctor Death.)
Kirk: Hey, how did you do that?
Pearlgirl: (rolls eyes) I'm an Author, duh. I can do whatever I want!
Sulu: What was the point of putting you in a cage, then?
Alania: I want some more cheese. (walks through the bars of the cage and toward the door)
Doctor Death: (turns and sees that the Authors are out of the cage) What are you doing out of the cage! Get back in there!
Pearlgirl: All right, all right. Sheesh. I was only trying to help.
Narrator: Doctor Death walks back over to the cage and opens the door. The Authors enter and he slams the door shut.
Doctor Death: Now, STAY in there.
Kirk: You know, right now would be a really good time to finally figure out the answer to a very important question.
McCoy: And what's that?
Kirk: What exactly is corn syrup? You look at everything in the supermarket, and they all have corn syrup listed in the ingredients.
Spock: I have not researched the origin of corn syrup. Vulcan food is not made of corn syrup.
Chekov: Corn syrup was inwented een Russia.
Sulu: But what is it?
PearlGirl: Corn that's turned all liquid-y and syrupy. Probably.
Alania: Cheese isn't made of corn syrup.
Snodgrass: Is corn syrup red-shirt friendly?
Doctor Death: WHY are you ARGUING about something as STUPID as CORN SYRUP? BE QUIET!
PearlGirl: Looks like someone's in need of a little yoga. Breath with me. Out 1...2...3..., In...1...2...3... Out—
Doctor Death: Wait, I think I've got it!
Narrator: Doctor Death flicks a switch and the machine starts playing the song It's a Small World After All.
Doctor Death: Arrrrgh. It's killing me!
Kirk: Please! Turn it off...
Spock: This song is highly illogical.
McCoy: Please, just kill me now.
Red Shirt 2: Ahhhhhhhh! (combusts in a shower of red fireworks)
Narrator: Will they survive, or will their brains slowly melt away form listening to that song? Find out in the next exciting installment of (insert clever and witty title here)!