"Eighteen, twelve, fourteen," she read; I

"Eighteen, twelve, fourteen," she read; I punched the numbers into the console and braced myself as the ship lurched under the blast. Our chances were slim, but if we could just

send our torpedoes. "Try A-5" she replied. I pushed the button. We heard a loud whoosh followed by distant thunder. The radio crackled, "Argh! You sank my Battleship!"

Admiral Dönitz was furious, dreading the moment when he'd have to admit this loss to the Führer. He played B-3, which missed completely. Our next attack on the Nazi army was

A-2, and when the Admiral cried "You sunk mein battleshiff!" The Fuhrer dozing in the 1st row woke up and yelled "Have him shot!". Meanwhile the alies started doing "The Wave"

Motion Gun from their battle stations. Reckless and Hot Headed Wild Star wanted to go out and fight them all but the Captain stepped in front of him and said

"Not right now you two. We have bigger fish to fry. I need you two to get to the warp core and unclog the toilet down there. We're getting complaints from the staff." He grinned.

Bulemia Tourettes thought it odd that Tupoc should grin, but she set to work unclogging the warp core's potty. Hairy Kim aided. "We've got to go to Uranus & wipe out the Klingons."

turn of events. Aunt Martha admonished him about his language, then examined the alien hatchling. "Why, he looks a lot like your Uncle Steve!" she cried. Now suspicious of Tupoc,

Aunt Martha climbed into a Vertical Mirrored Transportation Device to search for the real Uncle Steve in another dimension. Tupoc was left alone wondering what had just happened.