Time For Cake!
Note: This is just for fun, so please don't take it seriously. I don't own Star Trek, just sayin'. This is my sixth fanfiction. Enjoy! :)
Commander Riker sat at his table in his quarters one day while ditching bridge duty. He was waiting for something to come out of the oven. A ding sounded in the room and Riker jumped to his feet, clapping his hands together. "My cake is ready!" he said excitedly. Riker pulled on his pink cooking gloves and tied his flowery apron around his waist as to not get his uniform dirty. (Why he was baking a cake in his uniform I don't even know, but hey, Data sleeps in his!) He pulled the chocolaty cake out of the oven and placed it on the table. After frosting it with chocolate icing, Riker stepped back to admire his work. "Ooh! Everyone's going to love my extra chocholaty chocolate cake!"
Later that day, Riker ordered all senior staff to Ten Forward, only saying that he had very important news. When they had all arrived, Riker stood next to something on one of the tables, which was covered with a cloth.
"What is it, Number One?" said Picard, staring at the cloth.
"I have some very important news!" said Riker importantly.
The crew waited for Riker to continue.
I have baked-" Riker pulled off the cloth triumphantly, "-a cake!"
Expecting the crew's applause, Riker frowned at everyone's reaction to his masterpeice. He looked down at his cake and his jaw dropped. All he saw were crumbs on a plate. "It's gone! Who ate my cake?"
There was a grunting sound from behind the bar and everyone turned. A great belching sound erupted from behind it. The crew walked around the bar to find Worf sitting on the ground, licking his fingers with his face covered in chocolate. "Worf!" exclaimed Riker.
Worf jumped and paused in mid lick of his finger. "Yeth, C'mandrff?" he said through bulging cheeks.
"You ate my cake!"
"If it makes you feel any better, chocolate gives me gas, so I will be punished for it later," said Worf, standing up and trying to appear dignified. As soon as he said this he let one rip. Data, who was standing closest to the Klingon, jumped at the loud noise and stared incredulously at Worf's hindquarters. "Or now," added Worf.
Wesley Crusher, pushing to the front, pulled a water spritzer out of nowhere and sprayed Worf in the face saying, "Bad Klingon! We do not eat the Commander's cake! Bad!" With every syllable, Wesley squirted more water at Worf.
"Where did he get that spray bottle?" spat Worf, wiping water from his face.
"Where was he keeping it?" inquired Picard.
"I'll never tell," smiled Wesley.
"Well, Worf," said Riker, "Since you ate my cake you will have to be punished for it-go stand in the corner!"
"But, Commander!" whined Worf.
"Now, Mister!" siad Riker, pointing to a corner in Ten Forward.
Worf stalked away, mumbling something about how he "...never get to do anything...!" He then stood in the corner with his back to the crew and didn't say another word.
"Well," sighed Riker, "Since my cake is gone, I'll have to replicate one." Riker walked over to the repilcator and ordered another cake. When he came back with one, he said, "Let the pary begin!"
Wait!" shouted a voice at the door. It was Guinan. She walked over to the group, walking past Data (who had to duck under her unneccisarrily large hat) and stood in front of Riker. "May I join the party?"
"Please do!" said Riker, and the senior staff (besides Worf, who was still in his corner) started their party, and everyone lived happily ever after!
The End! :)