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The Bones, Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov Hour
Jun. 15th, 2009 02:11 pmSo, "The Bones, Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov Hour." The ongoing adventures of the intrepid crew of the starship Enterprise, as they attempt to go about the business of... well, business (which includes, but is not limited to: surviving, saving the universe, and not getting court-marshaled in the process) while doing their best to work around their commanders' ego-, testosterone-, love-triangle-, and unacknowledged-sexual-tension-driven shenanigans.
Watch as Bones attempts to administer life-saving and terribly painful injections while his patients run desperately to escape him.
Marvel as Sulu pilots the wonder of modern technology that is the magnificent Starship Enterprise by ignoring his commanding officers' contradictory course headings.
Sympathize as Chekov attempts to understand his orders, despite everyone speaking in such ludicrous accents.
And feel the romance as Scotty screams "Get down from there!" when what he really means is, "I love you."
I see it as a combination of work-place comedy, comedy of manners, and dressing-room farce. I intend to pitch the idea to all the major networks, milk it for all it's worth (3 seasons, 11 movies, four spin-off series featuring other intrepid crews with equally insane commanders, god only knows how many cartoons and tv specials, and merchandising out the wazoo) and then retire, rich as Croesus. This will be my contribution to humanity, and all shall love me and despair.
Watch as Bones attempts to administer life-saving and terribly painful injections while his patients run desperately to escape him.
Marvel as Sulu pilots the wonder of modern technology that is the magnificent Starship Enterprise by ignoring his commanding officers' contradictory course headings.
Sympathize as Chekov attempts to understand his orders, despite everyone speaking in such ludicrous accents.
And feel the romance as Scotty screams "Get down from there!" when what he really means is, "I love you."
I see it as a combination of work-place comedy, comedy of manners, and dressing-room farce. I intend to pitch the idea to all the major networks, milk it for all it's worth (3 seasons, 11 movies, four spin-off series featuring other intrepid crews with equally insane commanders, god only knows how many cartoons and tv specials, and merchandising out the wazoo) and then retire, rich as Croesus. This will be my contribution to humanity, and all shall love me and despair.
