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Untitled Zim Fic (as of now) By Miss Egypt (the Demented Writer) and Xander (the Fairly Sane, yet Dashingly Handsome Writer)
Zim was just about to conclude an experiment on clown lungs (yes, clown lungs) when he suddenly heard a loud burst of music issue from the floor above. He left his labs momentarily to check it out, and found GIR doing a freakish dance to "Satellite" by Bosco. "Satellite...satellite...radio, video, satellite..." GIR wasn't even aware that Zim was watching him. Zim was just about to return to his clown lungs experiment when the left speaker on the sound system exploded.
"GIR!! SHUT IT OFF!!!" GIR did so, and then looked up at Zim who had a very discontent look on his face.
"I'm gonna go on a rampage now, 'kay?" said GIR, turning for the door.
"No GIR! That is not okay! I need you to help me fix the Voot Cruiser, especially after you filled it with clown lungs!" exclaimed Zim.
"Okay," replied Gir. "I'll make cupcakes!"
Zim blinked in surprise and went back to fix the Voot Cruiser. "Gir, later I want to run some tests on you artificial intelligence chip. It seems to be...bad."
Gir went into the kitchen to make cupcakes while Zim went down to the labs to work on the Voot Cruiser. Zim climbed into the toilet and pulled the flush handle.
GIR started mixing the cupcake batter using his favorite ingredients: grapefruit juice, ketchup, milk, raisins, cheese, and black olives. "I loooove this stuff," said GIR as unwrapped and dumped in bubble gum and chocolate bars.
"The clown lungs appear to be fatal to the fuel tanks," said Zim thoughtfully, underground in his labs. "I must devise something to counteract this.....if it weren't for GIR's....psychological problems..."
Having finished mixing the cupcakes, GIR decided to start his
rampage.
He zipped up his lime green and black dog disguise, and opened the
door to go outside and traumatize a few innocent passers-by, but was
mildly surprised to see the ground littered with dead lumberjacks.
GIR walked past the dead lumberjacks, figuring Zim was going to do something with them, and went about to find some tacos.
Zim continued to work on the Voot Cruiser. It suddenly occurred to him to check on GIR.
"Computer! Take me to the House floor!" commanded GIR. Gir was hoisted up to the ground floor. "Gir? GIR?!!!" Zim looked around the house, his panic growing... He ran outside, and screamed at the sight of the dead lumberjacks and ran back inside.
He leaned on the back of the door panting, scared and yet curious as to why dead lumberjacks were scattered on his lawn and the surrounding sidewalk. The only conclusion that Zim came up with was that Gir had begun his rampage and had, well, attacked and ended the legacies of about 24 lumberjacks.
Meanwhile, Dib was walking along that same sidewalk (he was on his way to a sci-fi convention) and stopped dead in his tracks. There appeared to have been a massacre in front of Zim's house. "FOR THE LOVE OF MORBID CATERPILLARS!" he shouted for the sake of saying something. Zim, inside the door, heard the familiar voice and unwittingly opened the door.
"Dib! I didn't know we had lumberjacks in this town --- It wasn't me! It was Gir!"
"And you want me to believe you?" said Dib, looking up at Zim with a raised eyebrow.
"If I told you a herd of carnivorous dandelions came floating through, then you'd believe me?" Zim replied the volume of his voice escalating with each syllable.
Dib stopped to consider this. "A herd of carnivorous dandelions...it all makes perfect sense..."
"DIB! I was joking! I've got a schizophrenic robot rampaging who gets set off by the sight of Flannel!!!" exclaimed Zim.
"This isn't a time for jokes, Zim. But a schizo robot that's set off by flannel. It all makes sense...
Gir walked into the taco place, dressed in his green dog disguise. He got into line, humming the doom song. The customer in front of GIR moved, revealing the person at the counter was wearing a flannel shirt. GIR's eyes turned red, and he went into frenzy.
Dib and Zim ran into the taco shop. They were about ten minutes too late. Everyone in the place was dead and GIR was sitting at one of the tables, eating from a tray full of tacos.
Untitled Zim Fic (as of now) By Miss Egypt (the Demented Writer) and Xander (the Fairly Sane, yet Dashingly Handsome Writer)
Zim was just about to conclude an experiment on clown lungs (yes, clown lungs) when he suddenly heard a loud burst of music issue from the floor above. He left his labs momentarily to check it out, and found GIR doing a freakish dance to "Satellite" by Bosco. "Satellite...satellite...radio, video, satellite..." GIR wasn't even aware that Zim was watching him. Zim was just about to return to his clown lungs experiment when the left speaker on the sound system exploded.
"GIR!! SHUT IT OFF!!!" GIR did so, and then looked up at Zim who had a very discontent look on his face.
"I'm gonna go on a rampage now, 'kay?" said GIR, turning for the door.
"No GIR! That is not okay! I need you to help me fix the Voot Cruiser, especially after you filled it with clown lungs!" exclaimed Zim.
"Okay," replied Gir. "I'll make cupcakes!"
Zim blinked in surprise and went back to fix the Voot Cruiser. "Gir, later I want to run some tests on you artificial intelligence chip. It seems to be...bad."
Gir went into the kitchen to make cupcakes while Zim went down to the labs to work on the Voot Cruiser. Zim climbed into the toilet and pulled the flush handle.
GIR started mixing the cupcake batter using his favorite ingredients: grapefruit juice, ketchup, milk, raisins, cheese, and black olives. "I loooove this stuff," said GIR as unwrapped and dumped in bubble gum and chocolate bars.
"The clown lungs appear to be fatal to the fuel tanks," said Zim thoughtfully, underground in his labs. "I must devise something to counteract this.....if it weren't for GIR's....psychological problems..."
Having finished mixing the cupcakes, GIR decided to start his
rampage.
He zipped up his lime green and black dog disguise, and opened the
door to go outside and traumatize a few innocent passers-by, but was
mildly surprised to see the ground littered with dead lumberjacks.
GIR walked past the dead lumberjacks, figuring Zim was going to do something with them, and went about to find some tacos.
Zim continued to work on the Voot Cruiser. It suddenly occurred to him to check on GIR.
"Computer! Take me to the House floor!" commanded GIR. Gir was hoisted up to the ground floor. "Gir? GIR?!!!" Zim looked around the house, his panic growing... He ran outside, and screamed at the sight of the dead lumberjacks and ran back inside.
He leaned on the back of the door panting, scared and yet curious as to why dead lumberjacks were scattered on his lawn and the surrounding sidewalk. The only conclusion that Zim came up with was that Gir had begun his rampage and had, well, attacked and ended the legacies of about 24 lumberjacks.
Meanwhile, Dib was walking along that same sidewalk (he was on his way to a sci-fi convention) and stopped dead in his tracks. There appeared to have been a massacre in front of Zim's house. "FOR THE LOVE OF MORBID CATERPILLARS!" he shouted for the sake of saying something. Zim, inside the door, heard the familiar voice and unwittingly opened the door.
"Dib! I didn't know we had lumberjacks in this town --- It wasn't me! It was Gir!"
"And you want me to believe you?" said Dib, looking up at Zim with a raised eyebrow.
"If I told you a herd of carnivorous dandelions came floating through, then you'd believe me?" Zim replied the volume of his voice escalating with each syllable.
Dib stopped to consider this. "A herd of carnivorous dandelions...it all makes perfect sense..."
"DIB! I was joking! I've got a schizophrenic robot rampaging who gets set off by the sight of Flannel!!!" exclaimed Zim.
"This isn't a time for jokes, Zim. But a schizo robot that's set off by flannel. It all makes sense...
Gir walked into the taco place, dressed in his green dog disguise. He got into line, humming the doom song. The customer in front of GIR moved, revealing the person at the counter was wearing a flannel shirt. GIR's eyes turned red, and he went into frenzy.
Dib and Zim ran into the taco shop. They were about ten minutes too late. Everyone in the place was dead and GIR was sitting at one of the tables, eating from a tray full of tacos.