A weary Uhura pointed at the star-chart.

"This mass is Ghidorah. This red line is the path of Ghidorah. This blue line is our path, which we've altered course and speed to match."

Kirk nodded, a man barely awake.

"So we...are following in Ghidorah's path."

A Spock completely exhausted by long talks with his parents, his children, and the Shepherd Group Leaders at Wolf 359 could almost not form coherent words.

"We Are On The Path To Ghidorah."

Kirk.

"We Are--On The Path To Ghidorah."

Uhura could barely see straight.

"Oh--we're on the path to Ghidorah, all right."

Three sets of eyes met, knew exactly what they were facing, and then three old friends burst---into song.

"Oh, We're On The Path To Ghidorah; We Certainly Do Get Arouuuunnnnndd!!!!
Boom-Chikee-Boom-Chikee-Boom Boom-Chikee Boom-Chikee-Boom!!!"

As they sashayed out the briefing room door, Peter and Saavik observed all this, and merely said two words.

"Doctor McCoy!!!!"