If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation...

        Picard: Sigma Indri, that's the star,
        So, Data, please, how far? How far?

        Data: Our ship can get there very fast
        But still the trip will last and last
        We'll have two days til we arrive
        But can the Indrans there survive?

        Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.

        LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline!

        Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go!
        Please make it so, please make it so!

        Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
        We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
        The danger here is far too great!

        Picard: But surely we must not be late!

        Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire.

        Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!

        Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be?
        Who lit the fire?

        Riker: Not me.

        Worf: Not me.

        Picard: Computer, how long til we die?

        Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye.

        Data: May I suggest a course to take?
        We could, I think, quite safely make
        Extinguishers from tractor beams
        And stop the fire, or so it seems...

        Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
        Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!

        Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much.
        You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.

        Troi: We still must save the Indran planet --

        Data: Which (by the way) is made of granite...

        Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist.
        We understand -- we get your gist.
        But can we get our ship to go?
        Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.

        Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires
        And that's what started all the fires.

        Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
        We need to go! We need to go!

        Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy
        And lock him up and ask him why?

        Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental.
        I say give him problems dental.

        Troi: Are any Romulan ships around?
        Have scanners said that they've been found?
        Or is it Borg or some new threat
        We haven't even heard of yet?
        I sense no malice in this crew.
        Now what are we supposed to do?

        Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
        They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
        I can't just sit and let them die!
        A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!

        Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.

        Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon.

        *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
        HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*


        Worf: The saboteur is in the brig.
        He's very strong and very big.
        I had my phaser set on stun --
        A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
        He would not budge, he would not fall,
        He would not stun, no, not at all!
        He changed into a stranger form
        All soft and purple, round and warm.

        Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
        Did you see this creature morph?

        Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly.
        Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.

        Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend!
        Our troubles now are at an end!

        Crusher: Now let's get our ship to fly
        And orbit yonder Indran sky!

        Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...?

        Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.

        Picard: Then make it so!




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