Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's enjoy ourselves in the spirit of martial good fellowship.

You wanna commit murder, go ahead.

Better say what is he?

I'm a general and I won't listen to you.

Everyone to stations. Report, Mr. Spock.

You'll grow up, Trelane.

Which means Trelane is not a life form as we know it,

I don't, Mr. Scott. It simply exists.

Wait until we're well out of range.

Captain, we're receiving you.

that preys even on itself?

Notice the wood fire, captain.

Oh, captain, I was so worried.

and be extremely sophisticated.

The suspense. The fun.

USS Enterprise to signaler on planet surface. Identify self.

And how we do love our uniforms.

At the point we first entered their solar system.

Oh, how curiously human. How wonderfully barbaric.

Ninety degrees sub-port, Mr. Sulu. Adjust.

That's not the reason.

We'll have to have something more fanciful.

Have I made an error in time?

which seems relatively stable.

I have placed the ship on red alert.

I'm glad you weren't disappointed.

Apparently, you need another demonstration of my authority.

- You haven't won, Trelane. - I have. I could run you through.

You only heard part of it.

Unless the instruments aren't functioning.

I didn't think you capable of such voyages.

that's where he'll have to be.

- Yes. Yes! - That's the idea.

And this, of course, is an array of your battle flags and pennants,

But then he was a very strange small boy.

if it were powerful enough.

We are weaponless, powerless,

I order you. I order you!

Until we can think our way out.

Whatever we're dealing with, he certainly isn't all-knowledgeable.

You will hang by the neck captain... Until you are dead dead dead!

Now, that's a sample of the atmosphere of this planet

Let me notify the Enterprise that it can go.

But I haven't finished studying my predators yet.

Hip-hip-hoorah?

We've lost contact with the ship, captain. We're trapped here.

What happened? Fill me in.

Now, come along.

Trelane, even if we wanted to stay, our companions are missing us.

Captain Riker, retired. At your service, sirs.

- Something, Mr. Spock? - Unusual, captain.

I've had enough of your games.

that it's in deference to the captain that I brought you here?

We are orbiting the lone, unrecorded planet in the star desert.

And are its natives predatory?

Forty degrees--