From: billfl@hiwaay.net   
      
   Season Nine Theme, etc.   
      
   [SATELLITE OF LOVE - The Bridge is empty.  After a moment, Crow &   
   Servo enter]   
   CROW: Tom.   
   SERVO: Crow.   
      
   [Gypsy Enters]   
      
   CROW: Gypsy.   
   GYPSY: Crow.   
   SERVO: Gypsy.   
   GYSPY: Tom.   
      
   [Now Mike enters]   
      
   MIKE: Tom.   
   SERVO: Mike.   
   MIKE: Crow.   
   CROW: Mike.   
   MIKE: Gyps.   
   GYPSY: Mike.   
      
   [Mads' Light flashes]   
      
   MAGIC VOICE: Guys.   
   MIKE & THE BOTS: Magic Voice?   
   MV: Lights.   
   MIKE: Oh. [Mike hits the button]   
      
   [CASTLE FORRESTER - Pearl & the crew are gathered]   
   PEARL: Mike.   
   OBSERVER: Crow.   
   BOBO: Servo.   
      
   [SOL]   
   MIKE: Pearl.   
   CROW: Brain Guy.   
   SERVO: Bobo.   
      
   [CF]   
   PEARL: Experiment.   
      
   [SOL]   
   MIKE: Now?   
      
   [CF]   
   PEARL: Yep.   
      
   [SOL]   
   SERVO: Great!   
   CROW: Shoot!   
   GYPSY: Yikes!   
   MIKE: What?   
      
   [CF]   
   PEARL: Pain.   
   OBSERVER: Torment.   
   BOBO: Candy.   
   PEARL & OBSERVER: BOBO!   
      
   [SOL]   
   CROW: Candy?   
   SERVO: Wha?   
   MIKE: Dunno.   
      
   [CF]   
   ALL: RATLIFF!   
      
   [SOL]   
   ALL: RATLIFF?!?   
      
   [CF]   
   PEARL: Yep.   
   OBSERVER: Short.   
   PEARL: Enjoy!   
   BOBO: Ahhhhhhh.   
      
   [SOL]   
   SERVO: Ratliff.   
   CROW: Doomed.   
   MIKE: Candy?   
   [Lights flash]   
   ALL: MOVIE SIGN!   
      
   [Chaos, doors, etc.]   
      
   [6]	{5}	(4)	<3>	|2|	O   
      
   [All enter]   
      
   MIKE: Well, we zipped through that.   
   SERVO: Yeah, but considering what awaits us, I wonder what the   
   	big rush was.   
      
   >From: sratliff@runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff)   
      
   CROW: Y'know, no matter how many times I see that one simple line,   
   	it never fails to fill me with a gnawing existential dread.   
      
   >Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative   
      
   CROW: Y'know, no matter how many times I see that one simple line,   
   	it never fails to fill me with a gnawing existential dread.   
      
   >Subject: NEW TNG No Trick This Year 1/1 [G] (Marrissa Stories)   
   >Date: 31 Oct 1998 22:36:37 GMT   
   >Organization: Radford University   
      
   CROW: Y'know, no matter how many times I see that one simple line,   
   	it never fails-   
   MIKE: Okay, Crow, we get it.   
      
   >Lines: 194   
      
   SERVO: Hey, it's a short one!   
   [All cheer]   
   CROW: That just means it's concentrated, though.   
   [All sigh]   
      
   >Message-ID: <71g3dl$ftu@newslink.runet.edu>   
      
   SERVO: Sad to think they've got to write this on a check *every*   
   	time this message goes to K-Mart.   
      
   >NNTP-Posting-Host: rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu   
   >X-Newsreader: TIN [UNIX 1.3 950824BETA PL0]   
   >Status: N   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >Title: No Trick This Year   
      
   MIKE: The Hugh Grant story.   
      
   >Author: Stephen Ratliff (sratliff@runet.edu)   
      
   ALL: Hi, Stephen   
      
   >Series: TNG Marrissa Stories,   
   >Parts: NEW 1/1   
   >Rating: [G]   
   >Codes: Halloween Challenge   
      
   MIKE: This must be a pro wrestling story.   
   CROW: Marrissa "The Body" Picard vs. Stone Cold Will Riker in a battle   
   	to the finish!   
   SERVO: FROM THE TOP ROPE!   
   CROW: [whispering] What does that mean, exactly?   
   SERVO: I dunno, but it sounds impressive.   
      
   >   
   >Summary:  Marrissa and her friends discuss the tricks they've   
   >played on the Enterprise's command staff, before going out   
   >trick or treating this year   
      
   SERVO: Nice to know Trick Or Treat made it to the future.   
   CROW: Well, something has to support the candy industry in the   
   	24th century.   
      
   >   
   >No Trick This Year.   
      
   MIKE: Silly Captain, Tricks are for kids!   
      
   >   
   >Marrissa and her friends   
      
   CROW: Bubba the Talking Bear, Barbie, a headless Ken and her   
   	Furby collection...   
      
   >			  were gathered in the Picard quarters   
   >getting ready for trick or treating.   
      
   SERVO: Yes, it's Hell Night on the Enterprise, and Marrissa's   
   	gonna make the most of it.   
      
   >					Marrissa was going as   
   >Sailor Moon this year,   
      
   CROW: Ouch!   
   SERVO: Could be worse - she could be going as a Powerpuff Girl.   
   MIKE: It's pretty much the same thing, isn't it?   
   SERVO: Mike, try to keep up, okay?   
      
   >			and based on the looks the Captain had   
   >given her when she had tried the custom   
      
   ALL: And tradition.   
      
   >					 on last week, he   
   >wasn't exactly approving the costume.   
      
   MIKE: [Picard] I thought I told you, Marrissa, *I* wanted to be   
   	Sailor Moon this year!   
      
   >					Marrissa thought it was   
   >the skirt that was the problem,   
      
   CROW: She shouldn't have made it out of his dress uniform.   
      
   >				 but it wasn't her fault that   
   >those old Japanese animators drew it that short, and he'd had   
   >time to object.   
      
   SERVO: Hey, I just realized - Marrissa *is* Princess of Space!   
   CROW: Lovely.  That means the Enterprise should meet Krankhor's   
   	chicken men any second now.   
      
   >   
   >Clara was going as Skuld, which Marrissa thought fit her   
   >perfectly.   
      
   MIKE: I'd be inclined to agree, if I knew who or what "Skuld" was.   
      
   >	     Clara was doing some touch-up on her makeup   
      
   MIKE: While drinking Seven-Up.   
   CROW: And getting ready for her close-up.   
   SERVO: And hoping she wouldn't screw up.   
      
   >							 before   
   >the group departed.  Jay had colored his hair black,   
      
   CROW: A little dab'll do ya, Jay.   
      
   >							and was   
   >dressed as Shinji Ikari, complete with plug suit.   
      
   CROW: Complete with *what?!?*   
   SERVO: It's either an electrical appliance, or something illegal   
   	in all 50 states.   
   MIKE: Possibly both.   
   CROW & SERVO: Ewwwwwwww!!!   
      
   >						    Alexander,   
   >who was only in his second year trick or treating,   
      
   SERVO: [Alexander] Please, let me stop now!   
      
   >						    had chosen   
   >to go with his strengths...   
      
   MIKE: Ah, he's going as not-a-warrior.   
      
   >			      He was dressed as a knight.   
      
   CROW: [English accent] Stand and deliver, Sir Klingon!   
      
   >Shayna, meanwhile, had chosen to go with the old stand-by, a   
   >witch.   
      
   SERVO: Elizabeth Montgomery *is* Melissa Joan Hart *as* Shayna!   
   MIKE: Actually - I'd watch that.   
      
   >   
   >"I still think you should have chosen the fairy godmother   
   >costume, Shayna," Clara said from her post next to Marrissa's   
   >mirror.   
      
   CROW: [Marrissa] Never mind that now - just man your post!   
   SERVO: [Clara] Aye, captain! Make-up mirror at the ready -   
   	lipstick tubes fully charged and armed!   
      
   >   
   >"I did that a couple of years back," Shayna said.  "It didn't   
   >turn out well.  Plus, I like doing an evil laugh."   
      
   MIKE: And since Marrissa does most of that, she doesn't get much   
   	chance to let one go.   
      
   >   
   >"Please spare us,"   
      
   ALL: Amen!   
      
   >		     Jay said, adjusting his plug suit.  "If I   
   >hear that laugh one more time, I'm going to go insane."   
      
   SERVO: In the membrane?   
      
   >   
   >"Then it's a good thing I didn't go with that Anime theme you   
   >three have going," Shayna said.   
      
   CROW: [Shayna] I mean, who'd believe a gun-toting, prepubescent   
   	blonde as a, uh, heh, never mind!   
   SERVO: At least she doesn't have those huge eyes.   
   MIKE: You guys are actively trying to get us in trouble, aren't you?   
      
   >				  "I would have chosen the   
   >Black Rose, Kodachi Kuno."   
      
   MIKE: Who? What?   
   SERVO: It's an Anime thing, Mike.   
   MIKE: I hate stories where I don't know what's going on.   
   CROW & SERVO: Well...   
   MIKE: Don't say it!   
      
   >   
   >"Please don't remind me of that series," Jay remarked.   
      
   MIKE: Jay breaks out in hives at the mere mention of "Judge Judy".   
      
   >   
   >"What, you didn't enjoy being the object of affection for 3,   
   >no 4 girls," Alexander said,   
      
   SERVO: Elvis Presley *IS* Jay Alan Gordon in "Girls Girls Girls -   
   	and, um, Girls".   
      
   >			      knowing that that particular   
   >holo-program had been one of much embarrassment for his   
   >friend.   
      
   MIKE: Somehow, I get the feeling that just *being* Jay is one long,   
   	unending string of embarrassment.   
      
   >   
   >"No I didn't enjoy being a sex changing guy with a insane fear   
   >of cats," Jay said.   
      
   CROW: [Jay] I mean, I *like* cats!   
      
      
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