Startrek
: The Next Generation
Back
To The Future
Back to the Future: The Next Generation
By Ryan D. Mathews
[Opening scene : shuttlebay. Wesley is there with
the arrogant
scientist Dr. Stubbs, from "Evolution". The two
are examining a
shuttlecraft.]
Wesley : So what you're saying is that this is
no ordinary shuttlecraft.
Stubbs : Nosiree, young whippersnapper!
Wesley : I asked you not to call me that!
Stubbs : Sorry. Anyway, this shuttle can do something
no other shuttle can do! When it
hits
.88 impulse power, special circuits are activated that allow the craft
to travel
in
time!
Wesley : Wow! Time travel! I thought that was
impossible!
Stubbs : It was until just a few days ago. You're
the first person I've told.
Wesley : Gosh! What an honor! Why me?
Stubbs : Because you're a bright young boy. In
fact, you're a genius. And that pisses me
off.
This is my way of saying "I'm still smarter then you are!"
Wesley : Gee whiz, Dr. Stubbs, I want to grow
up to be just as snotty
and
arrogant as you are!
Stubbs : Well, son, you're damned annoying, so
you're getting there.
Wesley : When will we get to see it work?
Stubbs : I'm planning a test drive tomorrow.
Wesley : Oo! What time are you going to?
Stubbs : Well, remember how much I like baseball?
I'm going to
watch
the last baseball game ever played, exactly 25 years
ago.
That was just before the big strike.
Wesley : That must have been what killed the sport,
huh?
Stubbs : No, actually they're still on strike.
They claim to have
made
some headway on salary arbitration, but...anyway, that's
where
I'm going.
Wesley : Say, can I have your autograph?
Stubbs : Sure thing! You have a pen?
[Wesley fishes in his pocket and comes up with
a hypo.]
Wesley : Haha! Isn't that silly! I grabbed for
one of Mom's pens and
instead
grabbed a conveniently full hypo of tricordrazine!
I wonder
why that happened?
[CRASH! A security team, led by Worf, enters the
shuttlebay.]
Stubbs : Oh no. They've found me. I don't know
how, but they've found
me!
Wesley : Doc, what's wrong?
Worf : This man is under arrest for the theft
of several dilithium
crystals!
And also for being snotty and arrogant!
Stubbs : I'm a Federation Expert! I'm supposed
to be snotty and
arrogant!
Worf : Nevertheless, you're coming with us!
Stubbs : You'll never take me alive you fascist-
[Worf phasers him. The bolt knocks him into Wesley,
who accidentally
shoots the whole load of tricordrazine into his
leg.]
Wesley : KILLERS! MURDERERS!
[He jumps in the shuttle and takes off, breaking
the seal. Everyone is
blown out into space, except for Worf and Stubbs.
Fade to opening
sequence.]
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[Scene : Exterior view of the Enterprise in orbit
around Earth.]
Picard [Voice Over] : Captain's Log, Stardate
45678.9. We...wait a
minute, is that right? Hmm, I wonder what the
odds are of that
happening-shut up, Data. We have returned to Earth
for some routine
repairs, including the food synthesizers and holodeck.
[Cut to ready room, with Picard and Geordi.]
Picard [to synthesizer] : Tea. Hot.
Synthesizer : Share and Enjoy!
[Picard takes a drink and spits it out.]
Picard : PHEWWW!
Geordi : Tastes awful, huh?
Picard : Not only that, but I think someone already
did this joke.
What's
wrong with the holodeck?
Geordi : Well, some of the holodeck constructs
are...resistant to
participate
in certain...activities.
Picard : Plain English, please, Geordi.
Geordi : Holodeck girls don't put out.
Picard : Been running that Leah Brahms program
again, haven't we?
C'mon,
Geordi, she's an engineer! She'd rather calculate pi to
2000
places than have sex!
Geordi : Sir! That's private information! And
besides, Worf has the
same
problem.
Picard : I've never heard any complaints from
him.
Geordi : That's because the girls beat him up
instead, and he likes
that
almost as much. But they're still not doing what they
were
programmed to.
Data [over intercom] : Captain Picard to the bridge!
[Cut to bridge. Except for Worf and Wesley, the
standard crew is all
there, including Troi, resplendent in a mini-bikini.
Riker, looking
about 300 pounds, is munching on a huge deli sandwich
that he quickly
hides under his ample butt as Picard enters. He
then makes a great
show of being ready for action and leaps to his
feet.]
Riker : Captain Picard! Sir!
Picard [wiping bits of salami and lettuce off
his face] : What's
happening,
Number One?
Riker : There's been an unauthorized shuttle launch,
sir. Lt. Worf and
a security
team were down there when it happened!
Picard : My God! [thumbs intercom] Lt. Worf! Are
you alright?
[Quick cut to shuttle bay]
Worf [over intercom] : I'm fine. The computer
automatically protects
anyone
with a recurring role.
Picard : What happened?
Worf : It's Wesley, sir. He accidentally shot
himself with a full hypo
of
tricordrazine. That's pharmaceutical tricordrazine, sir.
Potent
shit.
Picard : And he...
Worf : Went buggo and stole the shuttle, sir.
Picard : Damn! Are you sure you're okay?
Worf : I'm fine.
Picard : Good. Then you won't mind me asking WHY
THE [BLEEP!] DIDN'T
YOU
PUT LOCKS ON THE SHUTTLES LIKE I TOLD YOU TO?
Worf : Klingons don't install locks!
Picard : Forget it! Report to the bridge immediately.
[to
communications]
Raise the shuttle.
Riker : We've already tried, sir! There's no response!
BUUUUURRRRP!
Everyone : Oh, God! Phew! Gag! Ack!
Picard : Number One, go gargle before you kill
us.
Riker : Yes, sir. [tries to leave, and gets stuck
in the turbolift
door.]
Uh, sir?
[Worf arrives. He looks at Riker and suppresses
a giggle, then takes
his station.]
Picard : Troi, what do you feel?
Troi : I feel damned cold, that's what I feel.
You know, if I'm going
to
wear this thing, you could at least look a *little*
aroused!
Picard : Worf, keep trying to raise the shuttle.
Worf : Yes, sir! While I'm at it, how 'bout I
fire a little salvo of
photon
torpedos?
Picard : No! Under no circumstances shall we fire
on the shuttle!
Worf : But sir, he stole a shuttle! A modified
shuttle! And he killed
eight
nameless security officers!
Data : Worf's right, sir. We may never get a chance
like this again.
Picard : Hmm... No! Not while there's still a
chance of the writers
putting
Beverly and I in bed.
[Everyone looks at Picard.]
Picard : Uhh--IN RED! Beverly will be red-faced
with anger and despair
should
anything happen to her son! Yes, that's what I meant to
say!
[As if on cue, Beverly walks onto the bridge.]
Beverly : What's this I hear about Wesley stealing
a shuttle?
Worf : Receiving a transmission!
Picard : On screen.
[Wesley looks even worse than he usually does.
His eyes look ready to
pop out of his skull and he's been drooling.]
Wesley : MURDERERS! ASSASSINS!
Worf : That's tricordrazine all right. He looks
like he's having a
serious
buzz.
[Everyone looks at Worf.]
Worf : I only take it for medicinal purposes.
Beverly : Oh, Wes, why couldn't you just say no?
Wesley : PHILANDERERS! SYCOPHANTS!
Data : I'm rubber, you're glue, it bounces off
me and sticks to you!
Picard : Data!
Data : I thought that was the proper rejoinder.
Picard : Wesley! Stop this nonsense now! Your
mother is worried!
Beverly : Yes, Wesley! Please come home!
Wesley : TELEVANGELISTS! LAWYERS!!
Picard [enraged] : RIGHT! THAT'S IT! Worf, lock
phasers!
Worf [with a huge smile on his face] : YES, SIR!!
Beverly : Jean-Luc!
[Picard looks back and forth between Worf and
Beverly. Both are
wearing pleading looks. Finally, Picard stamps
his foot.]
Picard : Oh, hell! Worf, disengage phasers.
Worf [whining] : Awwwww, sir!
Picard : You heard me! Comm, he's too far away.
Take us closer!
[thumbs
intercom] Transporter room! Lock onto the pilot of
that
shuttle!
O'Brien : And beam him into space, right?
Picard : No just-
O'Brien : Wide dispersion, right? No problem!
Wide dispersion it is!
Picard : Just beam him aboard, alright? [pause]
ALRIGHT?
O'Brien : Alright.
[Cut to external view. The Enterprise is gaining
on the shuttle. Cut
to shuttle interior. Wesley looks back and sees
what's coming.]
Wesley : So, that's how you want it, huh? FINE!
Let's see if you
bastards
can do .9!
[Wesley hits the gas and lurches back with the
acceleration. Cut to
external. The shuttle flares and vanishes, leaving
a flaming trail
through space. Cut to bridge, where no-one was
expecting this.]
Picard : Shit. [pause] I'm going to have a talk
with Dr. Stubbs.
Number One, you have the con.
[Walks past Riker, who is still stuck in the turbo
lift door, and
leaves the bridge.]
Riker : Uh, sir? Sir!
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[Scene: the conference room. Everyone is there,
including Dr. Stubbs.
Troi is now wearing bikini bottoms and suspenders
covering only the
important part of her breasts and is looking quite
miffed at the lack
of attention the outfit is getting.]
Picard : You're telling me you modified that shuttle
to be a time
machine?
Stubbs : Yes! You deaf or something?
Picard : You knew the problems time travel caused
in the past, and yet
you
still built this machine?
Stubbs : Just doing my job.
Picard : Your job-
Stubbs : As stated in section 5, paragraph 6 of
the Arrogant
Federation
Expert's Handbook, "An Expert must endeavor to be
snotty
and arrogant at all times, and to do at least one
incredibly
stupid thing whenever he's on board." I'm a plot
catalyst,
you boob! If it wasn't for me you'd be stuck be with
another
hour of Troi getting people to talk about their
feelings!
Troi [leaping to her feet] : I resent that!
Picard : Sit down, counselor!
[One of the suspenders breaks. No-one notices.
Stifling curses, Troi
sits down again.]
Beverly: You mean my son's floating out there,
God-knows-when?
Stubbs : Oh, I know when! The controls were set
for 25 years ago!
Picard : Hmm. So then--Number One, what on Earth
is that thing?
[Riker is popping marshmallows into his mouth
with a bizarre-looking
device. He displays it proudly.]
Riker : It's my official Star Trek V marshmallow
dispenser, sir!
Picard : Well, put it away! Unless you brought
enough for everyone. So
then,
Wesley is in the past and we've no way of getting to
him.
Data : On the contrary, Captain. We could do a
Warp 10 slingshot
around
the sun.
Geordi : Or use that weird intermix formula from
"The Naked Time"!
Data : Or visit the Guardian of Forever.
Picard : Interesting suggestions. Did any of them
happen in a TNG
episode?
Geordi and Data : No.
Picard : As I was saying, we've no way of getting
to him. Dr. Stubbs--
Data : But Captain, you mentioned "all the trouble
time travel has
caused
in the past." This implies that we do have knowledge of
those
methods.
Picard : Data?
Data : Yes?
Picard : Shut up.
Data : Yes, sir.
Picard : Dr. Stubbs, what is the worst damage
that Wesley could do to
our
timeline?
Stubbs : Well, he's only a boy...and he was only
sent back 25 years.
I'd
say the worst he could do would be to wipe out his own
existence.
Beverly : Oh, no!
Picard : That's all?
Stubbs : Most likely.
Picard : Conference dismissed.
Beverly : WHAT? You're just going to let Wesley
die?
Picard [winking at others] : Wesley? Who's Wesley?
Beverly : What do you mean, "Who's Wesley?"
Picard : I don't know any Wesley? How about you,
Number One?
Riker : Never heard of him. Worf, you know any
"Wesley"?
Worf : No. Should I?
Beverly : You can't do this to me!
Picard : Counselor, what's wrong with Dr. Crusher?
Troi : Hysteria, Captain. Most likely brought
on by her seeming
inability
to have children.
Picard : Well, if that's the problem, there's
an easy cure. Shall we
say
my quarters, around eight?
Beverly : YOU BASTARDS!
Data : Captain, perhaps we shouldn't be so eager
to let Wesley-
Picard : Data, we - don't - know - anyone - named
- Wesley, do we?
Data : We don't? Then who saved our lives in "The
Naked Now"?
Geordi : That's right! And in "The Last Goodbye",
too! Now that you
mention
it, he's made a habit pulling of our butts out of the
fire!
Stubbs : Ooh, that's bad! If he disappears, the
entire ship could go
with
him! Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a beam to catch.
[Picard grabs him by the arm.]
Picard : Can you outfit another shuttle?
Stubbs : How about you draw up some project outlines
and I'll get back
to
you?
Worf : How about I rip your legs off and shove
them up your nose?
Stubbs : Is two hours early enough?
[Cut to rim of Earth's atmosphere. Suddenly, Wesley's
shuttle pops
into existence, leaving a flame trail behind it
and hurtling downward
at incredible speed. Wesley looks back and sees
the trail.]
Wesley : That's impossible. Vacuum doesn't burn!
YAAAAAHHHH!
[Wesley realizes where he's headed and slams on
the brakes. The
shuttle screeches like a car, and slows, but not
enough. It heads for
a building, out of control. Cut to the interior
of the building, where
a red-headed teenager is talking on the holophone.
It is the young
Beverly, of course.]
Beverly : And he like acts so superior! I mean,
like what a dweeb! Gag
me
with a spoon! So, I go, "Jack, why don't you --"
[The shuttle crashes into her room. A dazed Wesley
climbs out.]
Beverly : Oh, Marge! You won't believe what's
happening! This is like
so
rad! Gotta go. Wow, what a hunk! Like, are you OK?
Wesley [who is coming down off the tricordrazine]
: Mom? I'll never
sample
your goodies again, I promise. [passes out]
Beverly : Oh, wow! My helpless brave knight from
space! I'll love you
forever!
(This is like, totally tubular!)
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[Scene : Shuttle bay. Shuttle launches as Picard
does voice-over]
Picard : Captains Log, Stardate 45679.1. In order
to prevent the
time-traveling
Wesley from altering history, an away team
composed
of Commander Riker, Commander Data, and Counselor
Troi
is traveling back in time to retrieve Wesley before he
does
any damage. All of us are hoping for his safe return.
[Cut to bridge.]
Picard : Close log. Personal Log. Note : Should
Wesley return
safely,
use pull with his instructor to get extra gym courses
added
to his schedule. Suggest : Getting Hit in the Face 101,
Painful
Blows to the Testicles 206, Being Locked in a Cage
with
a Starving Lion 403--
Worf : Captain, the shuttlecraft is going in circles!
Picard : Shuttle! What's wrong!
Data's Voice : Unknown, sir. We are experiencing
a severe weight
imbalance.
Picard : Have Commander Riker sit in the exact
center of the craft!
[Show screen. Shuttle straightens out.]
Data : Thank you sir. That fixed it.
[Shuttle picks up speed and vanishes. Cut to Beverly's
bedroom of 25
years ago. Beverly is wrapping Wesley is bandages
from head to toe as
he awakens.]
Wesley: Wha? Where am I? Since when is sickbay
filled with stuffed
animals
and Depeche Mode : The Next Generation posters?
Beverly: Oh, wow, like, you're awake! I was, like,
gettin' worried!
Wesley: Mom? You look real young!
Beverly: Mom? Oh, like that's so sweet!
Wesley: But...but you're not a valley girl! You're
a doctor!
Beverly: That's right, we're playin' doctor! Don't
worry, we get to
the
part where I take off my clothes real soon.
Wesley: The last thing I remember is shooting
myself with a hypo.
Before
that, I was talking to Dr. Stubbs about his time
machine...which
is stuck in your wall!!!
Beverly: Oh, yeah! You're like, gonna have to
help me hide that. My
parentals
have this, like, major thing about me smashing new
windows
in the house.
Wesley [who is starting to sweat]: If I arrived
in that, and the
controls
were set for 25 years ago...hoo boy. Then you're...
Beverly: Beverly, atcher service! But you can,
like, call me Bev! All
my
friends do! In fact, [starts to unbutton her blouse and
breath
hard] you can call me "love goddess"!
Wesley: Uh, er, mah-Bev! What about Jack Crusher!
Beverly: Jack Crusher?
Wesley: Yeah, that incredibly handsome guy, who,
if my calculations
are
correct, you should be going out with now.
Beverly: Why would I go out with Jack? He's, like,
a walking bag of
hormones!
He's wants to take me to the dance tomorrow night,
and,
like, I've been looking for a reason to to say no. Well,
now
I've got one!
Wesley [to himself]: But, if I remember what she
told me...
[Ripple-fade to memory. Beverly, with her back
turned to Wesley, is
describing how she met his father.]
Beverly: At first, I didn't think much of Jack.
But on the way back,
he
pulled off to the side of the road and [licks lips]
...convinced
me that we were made for each other.
[Ripple-fade back to teen Beverly, who has taken
advantage of Wesley's
pensiveness to crawl up on him and kiss him passionately.]
Beverly: Yukk!
Wesley: It's like kissing your brother, isn't
it?
Beverly: No, it's like kissing a nerd who's never
kissed anyone! But
don't
worry! We've got, like, plenty of time to learn!
Voice: Beverly, who are you talking to?
Beverly: You gotta go!
[Beverly pushes a button and the bed folds into
the wall, taking
Wesley with it!]
Beverly: No-one, Mom!
[Cut to sky. A new shuttle arrives, much more
in control, and makes a
landing in a park. The shuttle door opens and
Data, Riker, and Troi
get out.]
Troi: GASP! HACK! AUGGHH-HUFF!
Riker: Will you stop making such a big deal out
of this! You're being
so
immature!
Troi: I'm immature?! I'm not the one who blew
a fart that filled the
whole
cabin!
Riker: What?!
Data: Blew a fart. Broke wind, passed vapors,
cut the cheese, popped a
punker--
Riker: Shut up, Data! It wasn't that bad! *I'm*
not choking!
Troi: You were sitting on my face when you did
it!
Riker: You used to--
Troi: YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND YOU'RE DEAD!!!
Riker: Well--Data, is something wrong?
Data: No, Commander. I am merely observing the
interaction between
those
two teenagers over there.
[A big teenage boy is threatening a less-muscular,
yet strangely
familiar-looking teenage boy.]
Big Boy: I don't like you froggy exchange students!
I think I'll beat
you
up! How do you like them apples!
Other Boy: Well, mister, I don't take threats
lightly! Here is a
warning
shot! [Takes a swing about two inches in front of the
kid's
face.] There! That will teach you not to mess with
Jean-Luc--
[Big Boy beats the shit out of him]
Data: I couldn't help noticing your predicament,
young boy. Next time
a bully
confronts you, why don't you try getting in the first
punch?
Jean-Luc: You mean, actually hit him?
Data: Yes, that would certainly seem to be the
logical course of
action.
Jean-Luc: Gee, thanks, mister! I'll try it. Punching
him! What a great
idea!
Why didn't I think of that! [runs off]
Riker: C'mon Data, we have to find Wesley!
[They walk off. Camera changes focus on Jean-Luc
beating someone up in
the background.]
Jean-Luc: That's right, Jack, give me all your
money, or I'll hit you
some
more. Wow! This hitting thing works even better against
kids
who *aren't* bullies!
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>>>All in all, a highly original parody. I give
it a 9 for plot, an 8
>>>for characterization and a 0 for class.
>>Frankly I can't see what all the fuss is about.
Ho hum.
>That's what I thought you'd say, Mr Eliteist!
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>>>Hey, if this was a time-travel episode, where's
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>>>time travel expert. Let's pay attention to
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>>She's on vacation, okay? GEEZ!
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[Scene: 10-forward. Picard is talking with Guinan.]
Guinan: So. What did you want to talk to me about?
Picard: Nothing, really. It just occurred to me
that if I don't talk
to
you sometime, the analysts on r.a.s are going to have a
fit.
This is, after all, a time travel episode.
Guinan: Well, if you're wondering whether there's
been any
developments
in the time travel mission, I'm afraid I can't
tell
you--ulp!
Picard: What is it?
Guinan: Oh...nothing!
[Cut to 25 years ago. Scene: distance shot of
Beverly's apartment
building.]
Riker: First officer's log, Stardate 45681.8.
We have finally found
Wesley
and the teenager who will become his mother.
Unfortunately,
it seems that the teenage Beverly has formed a
crush
on [pffft!] Wesley, and is resisting our attempts to
hook
her up with Jack Crusher. I would go into these attempts
in
more detail, but this parody has gone on long enough
already.
What's worse, she seems to have caught on to the fact
that
we want her to date Jack. Data is currently attempting to
retrieve
Wesley's shuttle, which is still jammed in the 20th
story
wall of Beverly's apartment.
[Cut to close view of park at the bottom of the
building. Troi, Riker,
and Wesley are there, along with Beverly and Jack.]
Beverly: So, OK, guys! It's time for you to, like,
level with me,
y'know?
Why is it so mondo-important for me to go out with
this
dweeb?
Jack: Because you are my density...detsiny...denisty--
Wesley: Knock it off, Jack, that didn't work the
first time.
Riker: Should we tell her?
Troi: We have to. The dance is tonight.
Riker: Okay, it's like this. We're from the future,
see? And this boy
here,
he's your son. With Jack. And if you two don't, you
know,
then Wesley won't be born and he won't exist to save the
ship
in 25 years!
Beverly: This kid here, he's my son?
Wesley: That's right...Mom.
Beverly: Eewwwwwwwwwwwwww! That's gross! Forget
it! I'll never marry
Jack!
Never!
Data's Voice: LOOK OUT BELOW!!!
Beverly: Huh?
[Pan back. The shuttle has fallen out of the hole
in the wall. It hits
Beverly right on the head. Close up again.]
Beverly: Ohhhhhh...wowwwww! [passes out]
Wesley: AAAAAAAAH! YOU KILLED MY MOM! OH MY GOD!
I'M FADING! I'M
FAAAAAADING!
Troi: Oh, shut up Wesley! She's not dead! Thank
God for light
construction
materials!
[Jack runs to her as she regains consciousness.]
Beverly: Oh Jack, you saved me!
Jack: Uh, well...That's right! I saved you, that's
the ticket!
Beverly: My hero! I will marry you! I will!
Riker: I think that's our cue to leave!
Jack: How can I ever thank you guys?
Riker: Just get her good and pregnant.
Jack: I'll do my best, sir!
[Troi, Riker, Data, and Wesley get in the shuttles
and take off. The
shuttles vanish as Jack and Beverly wave goodbye.
Cut to present, the
Enterprise bridge.]
Worf: Two shuttles have appeared out of nowhere,
sir!
Picard: Excellent! It appears the mission was
a success! Bring them
aboard!
[Cut to a few hours into the future, as the entire
bridge crew is back
to their rightful positions. Wesley looks pulverized,
for some
reason.]
Picard: I must say, it is good to have you all
back. Even you, Wesley.
How
did you enjoy gym class today?
Wesley [high voice]: Oh fine sir, invigorating!
Riker: Not only did we succeed, sir, but I think
we did so without
seriously
changing history.
Worf: Sir! Sensors detect a Romulan warbird approaching!
Picard: Great! Blow it up!!
Riker: Sir?
Worf: Phasers and photon torpedos firing, sir!
[Exterior shot. The warbird goes boom.]
Picard: Ah, nothing like a good space battle to
get the juices
flowing!
Picard to sickbay! I've just blown up a Romulan
warbird,
and you know what that means!
Beverly: Oh, God! Yes!
Picard: Well, if you'll excuse me, I've some business
to take care of.
[Makes
eyebrows at Riker.] Number One, you have the con.
Worf: Sir, you are the bitchenest captain in Starfleet!
Picard: Thank you, Worf. Carry on. [Leaves.]
Riker: Of course, I could be wrong.
[Fin]
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