Not-Scotty had taken his post at helm control, and under the constant watch of Lt. Beefy, reluctantly maintained a geosynchronus orbit above the location where the Captain and the away team beamed down.
Out of a beam of foggy blue light, the members of the diplomatic team emerged ready to take on the challenges of this alien race. First Mr. Smiley came out of the beam, followed by Captain Kenny, Commander Casio, Consoler Heid, and Twinkles, the ships bat-winged mongoose. The small mongoose fluttered out of the light, and perched on the Captains shoulder, then realizing what had been waiting for them, bared its little fangs and screeched, then fluttered back into the blue hazy light, which shot back up into the sky, carrying Twinkles with it.
�Hmm, what�s wrong with your pet Captain?� Asked President Shrub, the same evil toothy grin still fixed on his face.
�Oh, well�.you see�..� Captain Kenny struggled for an explanation, �It was the giant rabbit again, just hopped by.� He waved his index finger all about, giving no real direction as to where the mythical rabbit had hopped off to.
�Oh boy!� Screamed President Shrub, hoisting up a laser rifle from nowhere, and jumped around to face the other Repubian�s behind him. �There�s another one?� The other Repubian�s followed suit and mysteriously withdrew similar laser rifles from god knows where, then in perfect synchronization, hopped into the air and landed facing the other way. At this, one of the large eared Repubian�s help up a white card with a red nine printed on it, and gave the group a thumbs up. President Shrub aimed his rifle and shot the alien in the foot. �That was totally a ten!� The wounded alien hopped up and down on his good foot then removed another card with a red ten printed on it. �That�s better.�
Commander Casio leaned over to Mr. Smiley and whispered, �I thought it deserved a nine.� Mr. Smiley nodded in agreement.
Almost forgetting President Shrub�s obscure comment by all the jumping and shooting, Captain Kenny placed a hand over his forehead, closed his eyes, then let out a massive sigh. �Wait, wait a minute�what do you mean �another one?��
�Huh?� President Shrub turned around, the now familiar look of confusion set upon his face. �The giant rabbit of course. You, know, the one you saw hope behind me when we were chatting earlier?�
�You�.found it?� Captain Kenny asked, though not really wanting to hear the answer.
�Of course we did. We don�t normally see giant pink rabbits hopping around our capitol area.�
�Pink?� Questioned Kenny, he had always assumed that the mythical rabbit would have been white.
�Yeah, pink.� Replied President Shrub, while bobbling his head in agreement with himself. A rather eerie sight followed as the other Repubian�s, who had now turned back around to watch their conversation, began to babble their heads in a similar fashion.
Captain Kenny lost his train of thought as he watched the sea of big wrinkly ears wobbling chaotically as the aliens nodded their heads. Then, realizing what was happening, quickly covered his eyes with both arms. �Gah! Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!!!�
President Shrub didn�t know what to do at this request, so he proceeded to begin shooting aimlessly at the white pillars of the grand chamber the away team had beamed down to.
Now freed from the sea of wobbling ears, Captain Kenny regained his control. �Okay President, can we please get these negotiations underway?� Then, realizing what was missing from this whole situations, Kenny added quickly, �Where are the Demicre�s.�
President Shrub stopped firing his rifle, and was strangely focused for the time being. �Oh� that�s right, you were supposed to help us with the nougatiations with the Demicre�s.�
Again, being overwhelmed by the inaccurate pronunciation of the President, and the lack of sense on the alien�s part, Captain Kenny could almost feel his head being cleaved in two. He sat down on a nearby bench, and tried to hold the two parts of his head together. Consoler Heid sat down next to him, and put her arm around his back. �It�s okay Captain, we feel it too. Mr. Smiley, would you mind taking over from here?�
�Of course Consoler. Now President, where are the Demicre�s?� Mr. Smiley asked, leaving the grammatical errors in the past.
�Well,� began President Shrub, while running his hand over the shiny rifle, �you could say�� His face was twisted up in thought again, as he tried to think of something clever to say. ��that we rounded them up and tossed them through the interdimensional portal.�
Forgetting his headache, Captain Kenny shot his head up and stared at President Shrub. �What?!� The rest of the team had similar looks of aghast on their faces, except Commander Casio, who could not feel horror on the count that he is an android, he looked on the entire situation with curiosity.
Seeing that he had their full attention, a dangerous surge of self-importance flooded through President Shrub. �Come on, let me show yah where we keep the little thing.� He had managed to stash his rifle back into oblivion, since it was nowhere to be seen on him or his followers. So, putting back on his powder blue Stetson, he hooked his thumbs into his trousers, and began skipping off towards a large oak door that inhabited the far area of the grand chamber. The Repubian�s, who had kept in a straight line behind the President, all adorned their wrinkly, big-eared heads with Stetsons of various colors, then followed the skipping fashion of their leader and headed for the door.
At this sight, Commander Casio�s positronic brain shorted out, Mr. Smiley began laughing hysterically, Consoler Heid began weeping into her cupped hands, and Captain Kenny fainted, mumbling to himself, �Too�many�dancing�colors��