TNG Caption This! 340: New Possibilities

[Finn]

Picard: Let that be a lesson to you, young man. A person's underwear drawer is her private property. For your punishment - no homework for a week! No, make that two weeks!

Riker: Doctor Crusher was wondering when she might have her unmentionables back, sir.

Picard: After I've cataloged them as evidence for my report, Number One. And wrestled with the ethical dilemma of placing this incident on Mister Crusher's Permanent Record. So...a few nights at least.

Wesley: Actually, they were mine

Picard: *walks off to ready room and starts sobbing*

 

[Avro Arrow]

Thanks for the award, LeadHead!

It feels a bit weird to me, setting up my last caption contest of 2013, it's amazing how many contests happen every year, but even more amazing is how much creativity and humor you all bring to them every time. Thanks for another great year of captioning! Happy new year to you all!

Happy new year to you as well, and thank you for running these contests for us! It is much appreciated!

 

[Vassa]

Thanks for the win and new pictures!

Picard: Ensign Crusher! We're you sneaking peeks at Counselor Troi's cleavage?
Wesley: Uhhhhh,....
Riker: Sir, you're the only one who isn't.
Worf: Grrrrr

Data: Wesley I can not tell you how much I do not care to hear about your homework.

LaForge: Boy do they look pissed.

Geordi: The itching powder in my shorts was not funny!
Worf: Yes it was.

 

[Avro Arrow]

Worf: We are getting multiple reports of loud noises coming from this cabin, including screaming, moaning, and an odd thumping. Please open this door immediately, Doctor Crush... <WHOOSH> ...oh. Hello, captain.

Picard: No, no, no, Mr. Crusher. Sit down and watch me again! It's one-and-step-and-two-and-slide-and-turn-and-hand-on-hip-and-point! You'll never get into Starfleet Academy if you can't pass the choreographed dance routine requirement!

Troi: Oh, my God!
LaForge: I can't believe Joffery did that!
Worf (thinking): Bah, this show is no different than cheap Klingon reality television!

Worf: I must apologize, commander. I misspoke when I said you could only get a date by building or programming one. I completely forgot about the possibility of alien possession.

When Worf found a console pose he liked... he stuck with it.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Picard: "Ensign McKnight, prepare... That's not Ensign McKnight!"
Riker: "Wesley Crusher, sir. Doctor Crusher's boy. You promoted him to acting ensign."
Picard: "I did? Why would I do such a thing?"
Worf: "That's a hot topic in the betting pool."
Troi: "So far, the odds-on favorite is that you've got a jones for the mom."

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Picard: Ensign Cooper, I'm putting you on report. When I give you an order, the proper response is "Yes, sir", not "Bazinga!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

Worf insisted he didn't get a hair transplant, but before and after pictures don't lie.

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Excellent work, Mr. Crusher. I'm promoting your from Acting Ensign to Ensign!

CRUSHER: Gee, I've only been an Acting Ensign for less than a year.

And somewhere Harry Kim is sobbing.

 

[Triskelion]

Picard: Wesley, call me 'Captain Grumpypants' again and I'll keelhaul you from the yardarm!
Data: <Opens mouth to speak>
Riker: Just let it go, Data.
Troi: I wonder what swam up Captain Grumpypants' porthole?
Wesley: I'm telling mom to start bringing you big gay breakfasts, Captain Grumpypants.

 

[Mistral]

Wesley: "So, what is this, exactly?"

Data: "Raw plutonium. It was the captain's idea."

 

[LeadHead]

New contest tonight!

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

New contest tonight!

Promises, promises.

 

[LeadHead]

I kept my promise!