The Carnival Part 3
Spock returned the remainder of his 'chocolates' to their usual place of residence, under his mattress. He wondered if what he had done was logical. It was logical that Finnegan should be punished, but was that the logical way to proceed? Spock was interrupted from his logical thoughts by Kirk bursting into the room with a smile plastered across his face. Kirk then flung a bright red garment at Spock.
"Your costume!" Kirk chirped
Spock rested his eyes upon the hideous red garment. And he noted, to his annoyance, that there was a sharp devil tail poking out of the bundle.
"I will NOT wear this!" Spock said sharply
"Come on Spock, it's… logical, yeah! If you are to join the festivities you have to make it as convincing as possible."
"But this is ridiculous!" continued Spock, aghast.
"Oh, forgot this." said Kirk, lobbing a plastic pitchfork towards Spock.
Spock caught it deftly and turned to face Kirk.
"May I enquire as to what use I am to put this?" Spock asked.
"It's a pitchfork!" said Kirk happily, as though this would explain all.
"Could you please expand on that last statement?"
"Oh…" said Kirk offhandedly "Well, it's a, er, thingy you – the devil that is- use to um, prod people, y'know!"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Prod people?" he enquired.
"Yeah." said Kirk defiantly "prod people."
"May I take a look at your costume? I trust it will not be as parasitical as mine."
"Well, I'm God, Spock, Gods don't wear parasitical clothes."
"Am I to understand that parasitical clothes are worn purely by the devil then?" Spock asked.
"Well, the devil and his cronies."
"My cronies?"
"Your henchmen Spock, y'know, the other devils!"
"May I enquire as to just whom you are referring to?"
"Well, there's four angels-includin' me- and three devils- includin' you-."
"Those are uneven numbers, Jim."
"Yeah, well, it shows that the good guys always win!"
"That is not true, the 'bad guys' as you put it, often prevail."
"Well, that's not the point."
Spock frowned "May I enquire as to the names of my 'cronies'?"
"Well, "said Kirk shrugging, "I thought maybe you, Scotty and Chekov."
"And I understand that that would leave you, Uhura, Sulu and…McCoy as angels?"
"Yup. Well what are you doing hanging around then? Get in the costume!" Kirk ordered.
"I believe that I have little other choice but to don this parasitical attire." Spock sighed.
"That's right, buddy!" Kirk said with a grin. "That's right…"
"How do I look?" said Kirk twirling in front of the mirror "Do I look like a God?"
"No." said Spock simply "You look like James Tiberius Kirk wrapped in a sheet and wearing a pair of wings and with a golden frisbee perched on top of your head."
"Aw, come on Spock, show a little imagination."
"Yeah." said McCoy appearing on the threshold. "We look like Gods if you think hard about it."
"Illogical." began Spock "The harder one thinks about it, the less likely one is to perceive a God standing in front of oneself."
"Well, we can't see much of your devil costume under that massive wooly refuge of yours!" said McCoy glaring at Spock.
"Yeah, Spock." said Kirk "Take off the jumper, we wanna see what you look like!"
Spock shrunk back.
"I agree." said Chekov definitely, "I do not vant to be ze only vun vearing zis devil costume."
Spock was unsure of how to escape from this situation.
"Come on Spock!" said Scotty "have you ever heard that phrase we're all in the same boat?"
"Why yes." said Chekov seriously "It is a Russian inwention."
Spock looked worriedly across the room, seeking out some means of escape, but he found none.
"Hey…" said Kirk, his face lighting up "You're not embarrassed are you?"
"Of course not." Spock snapped, and with that, he pulled the jumper over his head.
"Is wery nice." said Chekov, a smile playing across his lips.
Spock was wearing red tights and a waistcoat of the same hue. He also carried a pitchfork and had a tail and a devil horns head band.
McCoy couldn't stifle his laughter any longer.
"We were gonna buy some fake ears!" he spluttered between torrents of laughter "But they were too expensive. We had to make do with you instead!"
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"There's something missing…" said Uhura slowly.
"What?" gasped McCoy.
"I got it!" said Scotty "We devils need red skin!"
"What?" said Spock, his eyes burning.
"I got the paint!" said Kirk holding a large tin of red paint.
"Jim…" began Spock in a slightly concerned manner "I believe that is paint to be applied only to walls."
"Oh, It'll be OK." said Scotty with a wave of the hand. "I've put wall paint on my skin before."
Spock relaxed a little.
"And the rash only lasted a week or two…"
Spock stiffened. He had no intention of ending up in the care of McCoy for a week or two.
Sulu advanced towards Spock with a paint roller in one hand and a pot of paint in the other.
Spock gulped.