I had the best idea last night for the next Star Trek movie. The Borg time-travel back to the 1970s to assimilate earth but crash on the moon. A small scouting party land on Wimbledon Common, where they instantly assimilate a family of Wombles to be the spearhead of their invasion force. Meanwhile the crew of the Enterprise NCC-1701Z (or whatever one we're up to now) do that freaky time-slingshot thing around the sun. There's time for some fish-out-of-water gags in 1970's England before they team up with an insider (Paddington Bear) and phaser the bejeezus out of The Wombles, headed by a borg whose catchphrase is: "I am Great Uncle Bulgaria of Borg, resistance is futile!" The Federation win, but in a tender and poignant moment, Paddington has his throat ripped out by an enraged Tomsk in a hastily-prearranged barbed-wire cage match on board the Borg cube.
I call it "Star Trek 10: What The Everyday Folk Leave Behind".
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