I believe the Klingns have unleashed one of their terror weapons ....... some kind of sub-sonic-super-sonic wave generator.
The vibrations caused by it are putting into danger the continued smooth performance of the ship's machinery.
Also the noxious wailing is causing an epidemic of headaches and nausea among the crew and passengers.

Thats just Mrs Grundy, in high spirits 'cos of those aphrodeeziacal thingy's. Wish they'd had a depressing effect instead!

hmmmm... speaking of spirits.... another rum seems like good idea.

Casey, Fang, come and help me !
Our primadonna Mrs. Grundy tried to sexually assault me. I barely managed to flee into the prompt box, where she has no chance to squeeze in.
Now she is prying floorboards loose with a sword, to get me. Please come fast !

Reinhard, the Opera Director sent a distress call !
Mrs. Grundy obviously is under influence of an afro...., er cocktail d'amour !
Reinhard, you will wear a space suit at ALL times until that lady is securely locked away !! I do not want you get raped by a mere actress and singer.

Am busy brewing an antidote against that aphasiac (or what ?) Mrs. Grundy swallowed. Now I know, where all the rassilberries went, right into her love potion !
The antidote recipe is from my Viking great-great-grandmother, who fed the stuff to my great-great-grandfather, before he went on his trips to plunder and rape the Saxons in England. So he thought less about rape and concentrated on plunder.
The antidote is made of peat moss, soaked in ether and goose droppings, blended with Black Navy Rum to hide the taste.
Now I need some volunteers to help forcefeed Mrs. Grundy.

Mrs. Grundy being "loose" is creating more havoc than the Klingons, Piaf. Ducky has to bring meals to the Director in the prompt box and she says we must hurry to help the Danish chef force-feed Mrs. Grundy an antidote (it doesn't sound too tasty) because she is prying floorboards away to get to into the box as fast as she can.

Where is Mr. Grundy, I'd like to know? Shouldn't he do something? The last I saw him he was heading toward the V2 with a suitcase.

Thank you, Squeaky, for the information about Mr. Grundy trying to flee in my V2. I am already fed up with the captain's requests of free transport for his liquid provisions.
I caught Mr. Grundy as he tried to stow away between combustion chambers No. 2 and No. 3, where I keep my Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck Comics.
Now he has to find his wife's credit cards, to pay for space flight ticket and baggage check. I will not do another shuttle ride just for nothing.
You, Squeaky, will get a 20-pound hailibut, free of charge, after return from the next shuttle.