Disclaimer: I don't own Invader ZIM, it is property of Nickelodeon

Note: Edited 8/13/07

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Return of the Babies

It was a nice peaceful Saturday morning. Everything was going well until an irritated voice cut through the air.

"Get off of my lawn Dib! Get off of my lawn!" Zim screamed with rage. He sees his arch foe, Dib, in front of his house, tampering with his lawn. The lawn gnomes instantly begin zapping the intruder with their lasers.

"Yow! Quit it!" Dib complained. He takes back a black electronic device he was going to use to spy on Zim's base. He slides it into his coat pocket and starts getting out of the way.

Zim grits his teeth, holding back growls. "Just wait, Dib! I'm going to destroy you!"

"Oh yeah, I'd like to see you try, you green lizard!" Dib runs off laughing with his thin jacket flowing gently behind him.

Zim slams the door shut. "Ugh the Dib, he's so..." He couldn't even put his hatred for that boy in words. "I hate him! Ugh! Ugh!"

The doorbell rings. Zim opens the door. "What is it now –" He stops and squints up at the person. "Who are you?"

The person standing in front of his house is definitely not Dib, but a woman with brown messy hair and a bandage taped onto her head.

"I am your neighbor." She replied. There are several small humans in bonnets in back of her. They stare blankly at Zim and drool uncontrollably.

"What is this?" Zim glared at the woman and rested his fist on his hip.

"Uh…you volunteered to baby-sit the children this afternoon."

"What?! No I didn't." He starts to close the door, but it is blocked by the woman's large foot.

"Yes. I believe you did, little man. We sent you a letter asking for your permission and you accepted it."

"You're lying!" Zim screamed, pointing a claw accusingly at her. "I have no idea what you're talking about! So if you don't mind, I have stuff to take care of."

The woman didn't move her foot. "Wait you have to!"

Zim raised an eyebrow. "Or else what neighbor stink beast?"

The woman pondered about this for a second. "Well if you don't then….uh we'll have to bring the FBI over to-"

"What the FBI? It's that serious!" Zim stared at the woman with utter disgust. He had no choice, there was no way he'd let the FBI take care of this. "Fine, I will do your 'volunteering.'"

A baby's head pops from behind the woman's leg and just stares at him. "Are these all your children?" Zim asked her.

"Nope, there's more in the car." The woman explains. Zim looks over beyond his fence to see bunches of babies heads pop out of the window. His eye twitches in fear. How was he supposed to take care of all of them?

Zim returned his gaze to the lady. "So if I do this assignment, will you promise to never step foot on my precious home again?"

"Well I guess I could, except that I have to come back to pick them up." The woman turns to the car and tells them to come out.

"Curse you!" Zim whispers in coarse tone. He watches in horror as over a dozen babies flood out of the car. To his surprise there is a little boy, wearing a black cap with blond shaggy hair underneath, coming out of the car and heading to his house as well. He looked around Dib's age.

"Oh yeah," The woman replied, noticing the boy coming in. "You are to baby- sit my son, Brubby as well. Which reminds me… don't forget to-" Zim, who was so irritated by the woman's voice, just slammed the door on her. He stared at the babies and kid very infuriated.

"So….what's up, dude?" Brubby asked trying to be friendly.

"None of your business, pig-smelly." Zim turned away from him and began to shout. "GIR!" In a few seconds his robot slave came zooming in like a rocket. GIR slammed his master into the door causing the door to break off the wall. Noticing the damage that his robot had caused, Zim growls and shoves GIR off of him. "GIR!"

"Yes?"

"GIR, do you have anything to do with this?" Zim demanded pointing to the pile of babies. GIR just stares at him. "Okay let me rephrase that. Did you volunteer to watch over these pitiful worm babies?" Zim squints angrily at him waiting for an answer.

GIR's eyes begin to water. "Yes! Yes I did! I'm sorry master…I just couldn't help it. They are so cute, and they had no one to take care of them! They need me! They need me!" GIR explodes in tears and pounds the floor. Zim sighs and tilts his head. The babies are just sitting there doing absolutely nothing, except staring at him. Brubby is playing with a yoyo. GIR is sitting on the floor staring at the babies in great fascination. "Ooooooooh." Zim stares at GIR, and rolls his eyes.

"I cannot take this anymore!" Zim grumbled. "I can't do this. Well you'll have to baby-sit them, GIR. I am going to work on my latest plan to destroy Dib. I can't let some dumb babies get in the way." Zim gets up and struts down to his trash can entrance.

"I LIKE BABIES!" GIR screams and starts bringing out blocks and stuffed animals.

Little does Zim know that the babies are giving hateful glares as he goes down into the trash can.