But before going about this next prank, Data talked to Geordi. They met up in Ten Forward, and their conversations wandered. Just when there wasn't much else to talk about, Data brought up the pranks.

"Geordi, would you be interested in helping me with something?"

"What's that, Data?"

"Would you like to help me with my…pranks? I have decided to pull some to better understand the concept of humor."

"Oh, so that's why you gave Wesley a wedgie? Listen, Data, I may have said that that was funny before, but it was kind of tasteless. Wesley could have gotten seriously hurt."

"I see. I will attempt less harmful pranks in the future."

"Data!" Geordi said. Why was his friend always so obsessed over humor? It was irritating him, to be sure. And pranks were just going to get his friend into trouble. "Data, pranks aren't a good idea. They just… aren't. And I'm not helping you. Not one bit."

"You are aware, Geordi, that I will execute these pranks with or without your help."

Geordi sighed. "Fine, fine." The things he did for his best friend. "What's your idea?"

Data told him.

The android's friend couldn't help but chuckle. "Now that is going to be funny."

The next day, all of the senior crew was in the bridge. Data quickly slipped something in the captain's command chair. No one noticed.

Captain Picard came back from his bathroom break. He headed to his chair and began to talk. "Now, Data, chart a course for…" PHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT! A loud farting noise erupted as the captain sat down. The crew broke out into hilarity. "Did you eat too many beans for lunch, Captain?" Riker said between laughs. The captain turned red in the face.

Picard stood up and took the whoopee cushion out from his chair. It was the same color as the cushion of the command chair. He held it up. "I want to know who did this," Picard said, seething. Nobody said a word. "No one?" he asked. Fuming, he went off to his ready room.

Data smiled to himself, even though he didn't understand why it was humorous.

Later that day, Data told Geordi about what happened. Data's friend was in stitches. "Oh, man," he said, laughing, "I wish I could have seen that. Did he find out?"

"No," Data replied, "and he is not going to. But, Geordi," he continued, "I still do not understand why a device that makes a noise similar to that of passing gas is considered comical."

Geordi didn't know how to put. "Data, it just… I don't know how to explain it. It just is."

"That is not much of an explanation. But I will tell you of my next plan. I will need your help for this one." The android proceeded to tell his friend about his next planned prank.

Data's best friend gave a big grin. "I'm with you on this one, Data."

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