EPISODE 3/30 MIster So Long
was instructed to bring the USS Stanza out of Warped Speed upon arrival in Quatrain Five of Sector Seven.
"And don't forget to put on the parking brake this time," said Chief Science Officer T'PoetsRevenge
. "We wish to avoid any further intergalactic incidents."
Last time the ship had drifted off course and Nurse Daisy
accidentally dumped expired lemon curd on the Ampersandorians.
Once securely anchored in orbit with the Pulsar Asterisk, crew members were beamed down to the home world of the Rhymulans. The
landing party was led by Ambasador to Rhymulus, Poppykat Janeway
. They were immediately greeted by Rhymulans who explained in mind-numbing, monotonous fashion,
"Trekkers, oh my trekkers, why ask us?
Trekkers, oh my trekkers, why the fuss?
The stolen Muses that you seek
are with those Clingform freaks ...
but we must warn you all those feet
can kick a storm with awesome heat!
And with your crew I'm sure you'll suss
just what to do when you will soon meet
so trek you onwards dearest Poetfleet
cadets on your starship bus!"
"Clingforms!" cried Warfyroo
, listening in on the conversation from the safety of the Stanza's Bridge. "Another alien race who writes verse with demanding restrictions. And ... they have twenty-nine tiny feet as well!"
"Due to their highly stubborn, competitive natures," declared Chief Security Officer, Summer Yar
, "the Clingforms will likely implicate the Rhymulans."
However, they had to explore every avenue to locate those missing Muses before May arrived or otherwise everyone's NaPoWriMo 2020 would be in jeopardy!
Next stop - Quaternalia, planet of the Clingforms!
"Pffft!" grumbled Poppykat
. "You forgot to beam me back aboard! Dammit. I was suppose to be vacationing on the Moon this week. Grrrr."