Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #568: Greatest Hits

[Finngle Bells]

Captain's Log; I heard a voice I hadn't heard in many years...my father's...telling me that I'd be better off going for Starfleet Academy after coming home from these bloody piano lessons.

 

[Mr Soak]

Data: Chief O'Brien said you have dexterous fingers. I did not believe him.

 

[Herbert]

Kamala: That's very nice but I wish you were as proficient with this as Will is with his 'bone.

 

[Herbert]

Picard: Dammit! I can never get that Chaplin thing right?

 

[Q'OrnamentalDeqor]

Kamala: I didn't know you could use the xylophone to play "Whip It"! Now do "(I can't get no) Satisfaction"!

 

[shivkala]

Thank you for the win!

Riker: Commander's Log--Though most of the people here seem to have believed my performance, Deanna and Beverly figured out pretty quickly I can't blow a trombone to save my life. How will I ever live down my faking the trombone playing? I know...

Okay, I admit it, I didn't blow the trombone, but speaking of blowing things, Geordi, when's the last time you had sex?

Geordi: Not cool man, not cool.

Geordi: ♬♫ Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side...♬♫

Worf: Ridiculous, he's not even green!

Brent Spiner: How many hobbies does this make for Data? I've lost count! Oh, well, I'm sure this one will last...

Picard: Captain's Log--Hmm, playing instruments seems to be a winner with the ladies. I need to remember this! Maybe next time, I'll learn the flute.

Data: And now, we will perform the classic, "Hot Crossed Buns."

 

[Santa Kang]

Riker waited in vain for the signal to start his trombone solo.

 

[Leviathan]

Data: How many roaaaads must a `droid walk down...before they call him a maaaaaaan?
Computer: Forty-Two.

 

[IMC Headquarters]

Live at Wolf 359!

 

[tharpdevenport]

Data (over the comm): "Inquiry: Was my joke: 'The Commander really blows' not a double entandre?"

Geordi: "...take a look, it's in a book. A reading raaaaaiiiiinnnbooooow! What do you guys think?"

Worf: "It'll never catch on."

Data: Presses his comm badge, "Data to the Bridge. I believe will shall not need a the deflector dish, a sling shot around the sun, or any other scientific means to roll back time and recoup the dead away team members, the explosion of the stardrive section, and the reverse of Intersteller War II; I have found that if I modify the subspace communications arraway and broadcast a country music song about the events in reverse, that we will get everything back."

Data: "I believe that was an unwise way to use your flute in band camp. Putting that woodwind there is of no inherent musical value."

 

[IMC Headquarters]

WORF: I can't take it any more. He's been serenading that tree for hours. Dr Brahms left after the first three notes...

 

[IMC Headquarters]

I see the Professor from Gilligan's Island helped rebuild Worf's Tactical station...

 

[IMC Headquarters]

DATA: I believe your clarinet belongs to Ensign Harry Kim.
KEIKO: If you keep that to yourself I won't have Miles lose you in the pattern buffer...

 

[IMC Headquarters]

DATA: "Accentuate the positronic...eliminate the neutrino..."

 

[IMC Headquarters]

DATA: This phaser rifle does not seem to be working. Although it does make the appropriate "ping!" sounds...

 

[Herbert]

Worf: Must you keep singing? You've been at it for three hours.
LaForge: I'm going to keep singing until LeadHead returns.
Worf: It's a good thing I have redundant ear drums.

 

[Herbert]

Data: <singing> Where has @LeadHead gone, long time passing....

 

[Herbert]

Music stand design didn't improve much past the 20th century.

 

[IMC Headquarters]

For all his positronic brilliance, Data never did see through Trumpy's disguise as Keiko..

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

For all his positronic brilliance, Data never did see through Trumpy's disguise as Keiko..

Let's keep the political commentary out of this forum, OK.