The crew of the NCC-1701-D were on a well-deserved shore leave under the twin suns of the planet Catooine…
When disaster struck!
Riker had been attacked by… something.
Picard: “Data, could it be these cats?”
Deanna: “Oooowoowooo nooooo!”
Crusher: “Deanna, I can’t concentrate with all your yowling!”
Geordi had been struck down too. By what looked like a plasma ball.
No one seemed to notice or care he was dead with a brain hemorage.
And was being eaten by this cat.
Data: “My tricorder readings indicate they are silicon-based life forms.”
Picard: “Data! What are those gelatinous pod structures?”
Data: “Diffficult to say, sir. They appear to have life forms gestating inside.”
Data: “Feline life forms.”
Picard: “Great cats! One of them is… hatching!”
Picard: “And that one there… it has a… CAT-apult!”
It was true. The cat leader was armed with a plasma catapult. The mystery of Geordi’s death was solved. Though no one had yet noticed he was dead.
Luckily the Enterprise was in orbit overhead…
…ready to beam them up and away from the dangerous, blood-thirsty cats who were only protecting their kitten-pods.
Fan-Cat-astic! A work of true brilliance.
If you weren’t my heroes before, and you were, you definitely are now. If that makes any sense.
You’d seen these before hadn’t you?
Simply lovely! Reminds me a bit of “Passage to Moauv” — a TOS audio show that my family still has on vinyl (a psycho-active pet cat of a foreign ambassador inadvertently wreaks havok on the Enterprise).
Shiver!
GAB, that very record is the inspiration behind this cake! I’m glad somebody got it. I wish I still had that thing. It was terrible on a few levels.
One question, if I may. Why is Beverly giving Riker a prostate exam?
Bevery always gives the males prostate exams. Even if they only came to see her about a sprained ankle. She’s THAT thorough. And why she’s the most sought after medic in Starfleet.
Oh my goodness this is quite possibly the most delicious geekery I’ve ever seen.
Geordie?
… NO!
Why do you hate Geordie so? Why?? =’<
We don’t really hate Geordie. But he’s fun to pick on.
Umm… actually, I think I might hate Geordi. He’s gingy.
My inner nerd is so happy right now, thank you!
We’re happy to feed it!