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RIB Productions
Proudly bring to you
"Pellets"
An ST:TNG Parody of "Relics"
by Robert I. Brayer
(The Scotty Parody)
-=-
SCENE I
(On the Bridge)
Geordi: Captain, we're getting a distress signal from that large
black thing.
Picard: Are you sure that's not just a large dirt spot on the screen?
Riker: How could we get a distress call from it then?
Picard: Even so..
(He pulls out some WISK and paper towels and shoots the screen he
then proceeds to try and wipe it off)
Picard: Tough stain.
Data: It's not a stain!
Picard: What is it then?
Data: A large black thing floating in space! sheesh!
Picard: And how do you know that?
Data: I've done sensor sweeps.
Picard: So what, our ship isn't perfect!
Geordi: People, people! Distress call!
Picard: Ok ok.. bring us within transporter range and transport us
there.
Ro: We're already within range.
Picard: Then I guess we should go already! Shoulda told me that.
All but Worf: <Sigh>
Picard: Riker, take Geordi and Worf and beam down there.
Riker: Can we take a machine gun? Hmm? Pretty please?
Picard: NO! Only a phaser!
Riker: OK!
Geordi<to Riker>: Why did you want a machine gun?
Riker: Ask for something bigger and get what you really want!
Data: I wanted a case of Spam-Lite.
All But Worf: SHUT UP!
Troi: He's definetly...
-=-
SCENE II
(In an abandoned ship- Geordi is looking at a control panel)
Geordi: Commander! This is odd! I've got a life sign!
Riker: What!? How!?
Geordi: Or a pattern. It seems someone has disassembled his
molecules and placed them in... a pellet gun!?
Riker: A pellet gun!? Is it alive?
Geordi: Only one way to find out!
(Geordi pushes the button, Scotty appears!)
Scotty: Thank God someone saved me, I thought I was doomed to being
shot into a little kid's head! It's such a nice sight to finally
see people after all this time!
(Scotty implodes)
Riker: Agh! Why does that feel like dejavu?
Scotty: I don't know!
(Scotty implodes again)
Geordi: We seem to be encountering a common problem with Mr. Scott,
he sems to implode inevitably after only one line!
Scotty: It'sa quite annoying..
(Guess)
Riker: I've got it! What causes implosions?
Geordi: Lack of creativity.
Riker: Right! So, Robert, think of something really bizarre to
happen and Scotty will not implode as you'll be too caught up in it.
(We hear a thundering "Ok what the heck")
(When suddenly Clarence Thomas falls from the sky and lands on the
ground on his head)
Thomas: Ouch.
Riker: What are *YOU* doing here?
Thomas: I'm here to hit on Troi.
Riker: That's my job!
(When suddenly the entire Alaskan Old Men's Nudist Society appears)
The Leader: Geez it's cold!
Thomas: Of course it is- you're naked! Wait for Troi to get down
here!
The Leader: You mean if we wear clothes, it won't be cold? I've
never worn clothes.
Geordi: When does the Alaskan Blind Bellydancer Squad get here?
Riker: Don't you have the schedule of events?
Geordi: I left it in my cabin...
Thomas: A likely excuse, they're scheduled for backup work if a
parody really starts to fail!
Scotty: AGH! Does anyone remember that I'm here?
Riker: Yup.
Scotty: I didn't implode!! Beam me up, O'Brien. God, I've always
wanted to say that!
New Transporter Chief Of The Week: I'm sorry, O'Brien is on leave,
this is Schmo, what can I do for you?
Scotty: Agh! Ruin my big moment!
(The four are beamed up)
Worf<In transport>: <Grunt>
-=-
SCENE III
(In the Transporter room)
Picard: Welcome to the Enterprise, Mr...?
Data: Scott, is it?
Scotty: Call me Scotty!
Riker: Hello Mr. Scotty.. was it a pleasant trip?
Scotty: Waiting several years in a pellet gun? Would *YOU* call
that pleasent?
Riker: Well it would depend on the company.
Troi<Kicking Riker>: Shut up Will!
Scott: Ahh.. the Enterprise! I served on the Enterprise before!
Picard: What an *INCREDIBLE* coincidence!
Geordi: Ah sir, I'm going to take you to your cabin, so come with me.
Scotty: Aye!
-=-
SCENE IV
(The hallway)
Geordi: I mean it was simply brilliant, to tighten up in a ball,
and then have the pellet gun suck you in, how did you think of it?
Scotty: Well you see, it was a super weight loss program, they
figured they'd keepya there for about a year and then shoot you out
thinner! How long has it been anyway?
Geordi: 75 years.
Scotty: 75 years!?!?!?!? Oh lord the price of Scotch must be
through the roof by now!
Geordi: Er..could be.. Ah we're here..I hope it's suitable to your
needs!
Scotty: My needs? Laddie in my day my entire cabin was a closet! I
had 16 roommates, no shower, (that's why I always smelled), and I
had to walk 11 miles in the snow just to get to the bridge! Why the
turbolifts were so slow we had TURBOLIFT MUSIC! And ..
Geordi: Er ..if you'll excuse me I need to get going.. I'll be
happy to take you on a tour sometime..of engineering and-
Scotty: ENGINEERING! LADDIE! Let's go right now!
Geordi: But, uh..I have work to do!
Scotty: Work? You're an engineer you don't WORK!
Geordi: Then what do I do?
Scotty: You eat lots of doughnuts. They're good for you.
Geordi: Is that how you got so fat?
Scotty: Why laddie this is from years of work I'll have ya know!
Geordi: Look Mr. Scott..I've been as nice as I can be- but you're
in my way here!
Scotty: I'll have you know- I was an engineer before Picard was bald!
Geordi: Low blow! Good BYE!
-=-
SCENE V
(In Ten-Forward....Scotty walks in)
Scotty: Give me some pancakes!
Waiter: Yes sir!
(Scotty waits a little and the man comes back with some pancakes
and syrup)
Waiter: Here you go sir!
(Scotty takes a bite)
Scotty: What is this crud!? in my day we had REAL pancakes!
Waiter: I'm sorry sir..
Data: If I may...
(The waiter shrugs)
Data: The Captain is not familer with Synthapancakes..
Scotty: Synthawhat?
Data: See? We have perfected the art of making non-alcholoic
perfectly safe and not dangerous pancakes!
Scotty: What good are they then?!
Data: Do not worry, Guinan has a little stash of real pancakes here
we can dig from!
(Data takes out a plate of wholesome, well-cooked pancakes and
Scotty looks at them happily. He downs one..)
Scotty: Yum! This is how pancakes should be done! Nice and deadly
and alcholoic like!
(Scotty grabs the plate and leaves mumbling to himself)
-=-
SCENE VI
(Outside the holodeck)
Scotty: That Data guy says you can make an image of me' favorite
Blind Alaskan Bellydancing Squad!
Computer: Specify Squad, Squad-A, B, C, or D
Scotty: No bloody A, B, C OR D! Only the original BABS were good!
Computer: Program complete..you may enter.
(Scotty enters..)
Scotty: Good lord!
(He sees Bellydancers that would be very seductive; if they didn't
keep walking into each other..evidently this was before VISORs).
Trixie: Look at me!
Candi: Look at me!
(They do.. and crack into each other)
Trixie And Candi<At once>: Ouch!
Scotty: Just what I need..(downs several pancakes).. A plate o'
pancakes, and me favorite girls.. but they're just illusions.. but
they're so real..
(Picard suddenly enters)
Picard: Mind if I interrupt?
(A bellydancer inadvertantly walks into Picard and falls down)
Picard: Sorry about that.
Scotty: Sure... Would you like some pancakes Cap'n?
Picard: Sure I'll have some..<urp> <slurp>...Ah..2250 vintage!
Scotty: How did you know that!?
Picard: Where do you think Guinan got them from? I regurgitated
them and then Data reassembeled 'em.
Scotty: You'rea fine cap'n..<hic> ..and you've got a fine blind
alaskan bellydancing squad..but.. I'm stuck on mine own..
(A few fall over Scotty)
A few: Augh.
Picard: I know how that is..they're always there when the parody is
failing..I remember my first back on the Stargazer..boy a few
wandered off into the transporter and ended up on a Ferengi ship!
Boy that sure confused em!
Scotty: Agh. (pukes on Picard)
Picard: Agh. (Pukes on Scotty)
-=-
SCENE VII
(On The bridge)
Data: Sir we're coming up to a planet..
Picard: Yes..?
Data: A planet made solely of cheese and populated entirelly by UPC
Symbols from rejected products!
Picard: I won't even touch it.. we must be failing horribly,
Robert's going to *EXTREMES*!
Riker: Ah well.. as long as things don't get *TOO* weird.
(The bridge doors open, Scotty staggers out, drunk on pancakes!)
Scotty: Mr. Worf! Lock all phasers on.....Data!
Data: Agh!
Worf: <grunt>
Picard: This is my ship!
Scotty: Not annymore..I'vea assumed..com..comm..command!
Picard: Then what do *I* do?
Scotty: You'll become the transporter..operationer... no go down
and do it!
(Scotty turns around and before Picard steps into the turbolift he
vomits into it then pats Picard on the back, knocking him in, he
then turns back around)
Scotty: Now there'sa gonna be some rule changes around here..for
instance..the Klingon has gotta go!
Worf: <grunt>?!
Ro: But he's an integral part of the crew!
Scotty: Yeah but he needs to go to makeup..fix that forehead..
Worf: <Grunt> I *LIKE* my forehead!
(Scotty stumbles to the view screen and bumps his head into it)
Scotty: What'sa that planet?
Riker: It's a planet made with cheese and populated by un-used UPC
codes!
Scotty: Great! Hail them!
Worf: <Grunt>
Scotty: I thought I said to get that guy outta here!
(The Parody police pull up in a big van. They come out and arrest
Worf)
Police: Ok you have the right to not grunt,
Worf: <Grunt>
Police: You have just lost that right! You will now be strip
searched by our collection of leeches!!
Worf: <whimper>
(They pull off)
Data: Sir, the UPC symbols are acknowledging our hails.
Scotty: Ona..the..screen
(On screen come large UPC Symbols)
UPC#1: What do ya want? We're busy having our large scanning/mating
day celebration!
Scotty: I am Cap'n Montgomary Scott of the Starship ....er...
Riker<whispered>: Enterprise..
Scotty: Enterprise!<Scotty pukes and collapses>
UPC#1: What was that all about?
Riker: Sorry; he's a little smashed.
UPC#1: Well I'm angry now! I'm firing on you!
Ro: Wait! I have a solution!
UPC#1: What?
Ro: Kill Troi!
All: Yeah! Kill Troi!
(Troi runs towards the turbolift screaming "AGGGH!!" She hits the
doors and they don't open)
Troi: <Clunk>. Ouch.
UPC#1: How's that gonna solve anything!?
Ro: Make a lot of Trekkers real happy!
Scotty: Enough! Ensign Picard beam me down!
Picard: Aye. <mumbled>: I hate this job!
(Scotty is beamed down to the planet of the rejected UPC symbols)
-=-
SCENE VIII
(Scotty can see a buncha UPC symbols, one walks up to him)
UPCguy: Stupid human! You are now our prisoner! We will attach baby
UPC symbols to your butt and run you through our scanners till you
scream in agony!
Scotty: Laddie.. you don't know who you're dealing with!
UPC: Who then!?
Scotty: The best technical jargon man in the history of
civilization!! Even though I'm <hic> drunk!
UPC: Oh no! RETREAT!! RUN AWAY!!
(We can see many UPC code symbols running in fear)
Scotty: Glad there's no one else on this planet!
Man: You're wrong!
Scotty: Why..who are you!?
Man: I am...VICEPRESIDENTIALDEBATEGUY!
Scotty: No you're not.
VPDG: Yes I am!
Scotty: Are not!
VPDG: Are too!
Scotty: You're the one that voted to kill those helpless, cute,
furry, tribbles!
VPDG: Did not! Agh..I'm *MELTING*! I'm MELTING!!!
(VPDG melts)
Scotty: I have conquered this planet, I know claim it..for SPAIN!
Columbus: Hey!! That's *MY* line!
Scotty: Is not!
Columbus: AGH!!
(Columbus melts)
Picard: I've taken back over my ship! Are you ready to come home?
Scotty: <Clunk>(faints)
Riker: I guess that's a yes!
-=-
SCENE IX
(In the shuttlebay, Scotty is leaving and saying his goodbyes)
Scotty: G'bye laddie, and thanks for all the pancakes.
Data: I'll miss you. Or would. If I was human. (Breaks into tears,
his face starts to rust, and he breaks into a musical number)
Data: Oh ..It's not easy..being ...albino....
Scotty: I'll miss you too Dr. Crusher, 'specially since you didn't
have a part in this one!
Crusher: AGH! I'm calling my agent.
Scotty: G'bye Cap'n..maybe our bellydancing squads will meet soon,
oh, and thanks for that great shuttlecraft fully equipped with
several Klingon Death Video games. I'll be entertained for years!
Picard: My pleasure!
Riker: <sigh>
Troi: Where is Worf anyways?
(Suddenly there's a giant hole in the hull as Worf races in with a
police truck chasing him)
Cop: STOPPP!!!!
Worf: AGGGH!!!!<Grunt>
(They go through the other side of the hull and are gone)
Guinan: I'd just like to say that in real life, I like pancakes
just as much as all of you.
All But Scotty: SHUT UP!!!
-=-
Announcer: And so Scotty left, and after Worf flew threw the air
for quite a considerable time until Worf decided he could just
*EAT* the police car. And did so.
Worf: <urp><grunt>
Announcer: And so everyone was happy, though Worf resented Scotty
quite a bit, and the Blind Alaskan Belly-dancing Squad went on in
their entertainment. As I understand it, Clarence Thomas has hired
them.
Thomas: That's a blatent lie!!!
(Thomas melts)
-=-
NEXT WEEK:
A lot of memory loss.
Really.