TNG Caption This #142 - "Hide and Spew"

[occultcross]

That's it for no 141, guys, well done as ever, some good giggles this contest. Onto our winners:

This baby is maturing too quickly! But why did you have to promote it above me, sir? That was just mean.

Data was disappointed that he hid and no one bothered to seek.

well done, guys. As ever the full list can be viewed in the old thread
Without further stalling for time, this time's images:

 

[Rat Boy]

Data: "Well, Tasha bought the 'fully functional' line."

Picard: "I can't take this anymore! Damn children!"

*slice*

 

[Locutus of Board]

Riker: "You have a stain on your shirt"
*Finger riding up chest into Data's face*
Data: "I will endeavor to not look down until you're safely out of arms reach in the future, Commander."

Picard could take just about any incarnation Q threw at him, but this was the straw that broke the camels back.

 

[Kirby]

Data: Well, no, I do not HAVE to take it out in public, but the local women all seem to be quite impressed!

Picard was unaware that his special uniform acted like velcro against the wall of the children's classroom.

 

[Rat Boy]

Picard: "By God, they just put Kirk in a bonnet and a pacifier. What will they do to me?!"

 

[Zombie Cheerleader]

DATE: If this map is correct we should be near the Putney Building.

PICARD: Why, won't this mask come off!!!!

 

[Captain Leslie]

Data "Sir...I appear to have stood in some doo doo!"

Riker " Actually data, that was the leader of the doo doo people who came to welcome us to their home world of Putney!

Data " Doh!"

Ah! young girl, could you fetch your mummy? I appear to have my finger stuck in my zipper...still could be worse eh? err...forget I said that!

 

[Gepard]

"Oh, God, the fanfic that will be based on this episode. I should just end it now.."

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Data: "I do wish to be more human, but should it do that Commander?"
Riker: "Dammit Data, no subspace modulator should give a man a double polaroid!"

"... and you're absolutely sure you're over eighteen. I'm not Belgian you know."

 

[scottydog]

Data was fond of displaying the results of Dr. Soong's "forehead wrinkle" chip.

Captain Picard was not so fond of Dr. Soong's jowl chip.

 

[scottydog]

Data: "PUTNEY rearranged is YEP, NUT. And yes, I do have a nut."

 

[backstept]

Data tried his hardest, but he couldn't keep from staring at the bit of string hanging off of the 'Welcome' mat.
"Must. Not. Pull." He thought to himself.

"Meddling kids! This isn't a mask! See!"

 

[tharpdevenport]

Data: "Why yes, my biomechanical used fluid expelling unit is rather dirty, I guess I do require a 'blow job'."

 

[Shatmandu]

Data: "I appear to have located Guinan."

Picard: "The line for using my toilet forms outside."

 

[tharpdevenport]

Girl -- with special powers: "Fall on hte ground. Now choke yourself. See? I told you the punishement would be severe if you made Nemesis."

 

[Quo Vadimus]

Data: Excuse me, I am looking for the Pasedena Star Trek Convention. Am I early?

Picard: They call me Captain Pic-Arrrrrr-d.

 

[Honorable Ensign]

First Pic: "Data, as a masterwork of robotic design and sentience, I would think you could remember to tie shoelaces."

Second: "Same bad dream about the captain secretly being a child-eating monster in a suit?"

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Data: It would appear that I left my shuttlebay doors open after I released some excess lubricant in the waste receptacle unit with the half-moon on the wooden door.
Jack London: You mean an outhouse, Mr. Data?
Data: But aren't all houses outside?

Little Girl: You're it, Captain.
Picard: You daft child, you can't play hide-and-seek in a turbolift.
Little Girl: Tell that to Commander Riker! I heard him ask Counselor Troi if she'd be interested in playing a little hide the turbolift.
Picard: Oh, boy.

 

[Gertch]

Figures, the one away mission Picard forgoes bringing his Federation issue vampire killing kit...

 

[Triskelion]

Thanks for the win, cultcross!!

Be right with you, Commander. I got a Pinocchio situation stress-testing my spandex.

And a pen jab to the carotid artery here, Marissa, will kill a dirty Vulcan in ten seconds.