~~Next Generation meets Dr. Seuss~~

                                  

                     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 until 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 this traitor spy, and lock him up
                                               and ask him why.
                      Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental. I say we 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! We must attempt, we must
                                                        try!
                              Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
                         Crusher: But they may be dead by tomorrow 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 zip! A zap! 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!