When Captain Kirk arrived on the bridge, he was horrified to see Sid sitting in his chair. He stormed over to the sloth. "What are you doing in my chair?" he demanded.

"Sitting," the sloth said, matter-of-factly.

"You didn't mess anything up, did you?"

"Of course not. I'm just doing the same thing as everybody else, you know, sitting here and pushing buttons."

"What buttons?"

"These." Sid pointed to the buttons on the Captain's chair. "I like that the ones that light up and sparkle. I like sparkly things. They look like magic."

"Which buttons, exactly, did you push?" the Captain asked, worried that Sid might have accidentally sent a transmission to someone that didn't want to be receiving transmissions from Starfleet ships. Klingons, specifically, came to mind.

"All of them," Sid replied. "I didn't want them to feel left out because I didn't pay attention to them, so I just pushed them all."

"What!" the Captain cried. "Oh no..."

"Hey! Mister Bossy, guess what else? This chair is really fun. See what it can do?" Sid spun the chair around. "Wheeeeee!" he cried, gleefully.

Captain Kirk kicked the chair to stop it from spinning.

"See? I bet you didn't know it could do that." Sid tried to spin the chair again, but Captain Kirk kept his foot firmly against it. "Um, excuse me," Sid said. "Move, please."

The Captain ignored the sloth and turned to Uhura. "How long has that thing been in my chair?" he asked, angrily.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe fifteen minutes," Uhura replied.

"Fifteen minutes! Why didn't you contact me sooner? And why didn't you restrain it somehow?"

"He wasn't hurting anything. Isn't he cute, sitting there?"

"NO! He is not! Now, would somebody please get that thing out of my chair and lock it up somewhere?"

"Yes, Captain," Uhura said, meekly. "Right away, sir."

"I am going to find Spock and see if he can tell me why that thing was able to escape from one of the brig's escape-proof cells." The Captain turned and stepped into the turbolift.

He met Spock down at the brig. "What have you found?" the Captain asked.

Spock turned to face the Captain. "The forcefield seems to have short-circuted, Captain."

"Short-circuted? How?"

"I do not know how it happened."

Captain Kirk sighed in frustration. "Well, have you fixed it?"

"I believe so."

"Good. We can't put the sloth back in there, though. It'll just lick itself free again. We'll have to put it back in the cage in sickbay." He grinned. "Bones will be thrilled, I'm sure."

Captain Kirk headed up towards sickbay, but before he could step inside, he was met by McCoy. "Do you mean to tell me that that thing is in my custody again?" the doctor demanded. "What if it gets loose again and tears the place to shreds again? Do you realize how long it took me to get everything back in order after that last attack? What if it gets into something really important this time, like the life-support? Or what if it destroys the engines and weapons, and sends us drifting powerless into the middle of a Klingon-versus-Romulan shootout?"

The Captain raised an eyebrow. "A Klingon-versus-Romulan shootout?" he repeated, amused.

"And don't give me that infuriatingVulcan look!" McCoy shouted, pointing a finger in the Captain's face. "You know perfectly well what that thing can do!"

"All right, all right," the Captain surrendered. "Yes, I know what Sid is capable of."

"I swear, Jim, that sloth is even worse than the tribbles."

Captain Kirk gave the doctor a sharp look. "Nothing was worse than the tribbles," he said with feeling.