Kirk turns away and says, "Come on, Doctor." Bones attempts to follow but finds himself frozen to the spot as Parmen holds out his hand. "I can't move, Jim," Bones says. "They're going to keep me here, no matter what. Leave, please." Kirk tells him he's not leaving without him, and the Platonians won't dare forcing him because they need him to be in a good mood. Parmen encourages Kirk to leave while he still is able, but Kirk booms that they aren't leaving without Bones. Parmen tells Kirk to stop throwing around his man-breasts as though he's straddling his own bridge, and Philana tells her husband impatiently to get rid of them. "Oh, no, my dear, that might offend the good doctor," Parmen tells her, and then turns back to the crew: "You wish to stay. By all means, you can help us celebrate our anniversary. In the process, I hope we can persuade you to join our tiny republic." Bones grits out that they won't be able to persuade him. "I think we will," Parmen says ominously, and clenches his fist with a little twist. Bones, against his will, is dragged to Parmen's side. Bones turns to look at his colleagues and sees them both pitched slightly forward against their will. Parmen releases them momentarily and flings some laurel wreathes at them. No, thanks, I've got some already. He forces them down on all fours and makes them place the wreaths on their heads. For the next considerable time, Spock and Kirk are under Parmen's will. Keep that in mind so I don't have to keep reminding you.
Alexander is made to play a sort of death march on his drum, and both Spock and Kirk bow to the company. They turn face-to-face and skip a do-si-do around each other to the beat of Alexander's drum. Kirk does a rather accomplished plie and chants, "I'm Tweedledee, he's Tweedledum." In response to being so introduced, Spock executes a weaker plie than Kirk's and chants, "Two spacemen marching to a drum!" And then, in unison accompanied by some heel clicks and slalom jigs, they warble, "We slithe among the mimsy troves [sic] and gyre among the borogroves [sic]." Hee. I rewound it six times because 'twas brillig, really -- too brillig for words. TweedleBrie and TweedleGlum bow again at the conclusion of this little display, both showing a great deal of grinning teeth. At least, Spock's incisors blinded me; I'm still not sure if Kirk was smiling as large. Or as white. Maybe Nimoy uses Crest White Strips.