That's Right, That's Right......

Posted on Thu May 2nd, 2019 @ 2:26am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Fernando De La Rosa [Taylor]
Edited on on Thu May 2nd, 2019 @ 2:49am

Mission: Episode 1: Hell is a four letter word
Location: Holodeck 1
Timeline: After Security Review
730 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Fernando had so far avoided the wrath of Commander Holmes but he wasn't sure how much longer his luck would hold. He had heard the whispers. She wanted to shove him out an airlock because of his whistling while doing a weapons check. Well, because he was whistling when the Commodore and her aides were in the Security Department. "Who ever heard of people not liking whistling?" He mumbled to himself as he looked up and down the corridor making sure the coast was clear of an irate security chief. Satisfied it was he dashed into the holodeck. She'd never find him here! Once inside he recreated the Starlight Room from DS9 and mingled in with the other patrons. He found a table and sat down and watched others dance. After a few minutes he was bored. "Amateurs.* he muttered. He wished Mona was here they would show what dancing was all about but alas she was in the Strategic Operations Room doing who knew what or protecting the Federation from who knew what. Maybe the scourge of the Klingon Empire the dreaded Tribbles! He giggled at the thought of Klingons fighting the round balls of fur. Who for all he knew ate, purred (unless you were a Klingon) and made baby tribbles.

He tapped his fingers on the table impatiently, he wanted to dance! "Computer, reset the room so I can dance and the other patrons can watch and play "Gimme Dat Ding by the Pipkins." A second later the dance floor was cleared and Fernando was standing in the center. A spotlight shone on him as the music began and he launched into a frenzy of dance moves. Gyrating, twirling, twisting kicking his feet up. He was enjoying himself immensely. He just wished Mona was here.

That's right, that's right, I'm sad and blue
'Cause I can't do the boogaloo
I'm lost, I'm lost, can't do my thing
That's why I sing "Gimme, gimme dat ding!"

Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding
(Oh, sing it one more time, mama)

Ah, gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding
(Ah, you ain't doing that late at night)

A-ooh, what good's a metronome without a bell for ringing?
(You're right, you're right, it's no use at all)
How fast can anybody ever tell he swinging?
(Eh, they can't tell)
How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar?
(Well, you don't go too far, that's what you do)
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
(Well you look around ya)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
(Gimma dat)
Gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
(Ah, gotcha)

Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding

Oh, gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding

A-ooh, what good's a metronome without a bell for ringing?
(Well, you try and you do your best)
How fast can anybody ever tell he swinging?
(Oh, you ain't doing that at all mama)
How can you tell the rhythm written on a bar?
(Well, you see)
How can you ever hope to know just where you are?
(Ah, yeah gimme dat)
Gimme dat (Do ya wanna make an old man happy?)
Gimme dat
Gimme dat
Gimme dat, (Yeah, well, gimme some o' dat...)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme, dat ding

As he danced he forgot about being on the top of Commander Holmes hit list. he just needed to stay out of sight and off her radar for a few days. the Commodore and her aides would be gone and let this whole thing blow over. Or so he hoped. For now he just danced and enjoyed himself for he was Fernando the dancing machine!