Notes: Okay, "Fiction Fans" ... I know it's not too detailed, this is my first story... first chapter. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... dot dot dot ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Review, please!

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"Gwahahahahahaaaaa!" The insane robot came bursting through the base's front door, which was licensed with the suspicious "Men" restroom sign. The robot flailed his doggie- disguised limbs. Then stopped and stared at a passive Irken invader. Stand your ground soldier, Zim ordered himself, do not lessen your superior pride by taking Gir, of all things seriously. Gir kept staring, then shed his dog suit, revealing a more alien- like appearance. With a small, stitched- looking mouth, anyone would be surprised how much sound can come out of it. The small mouth erupted without warning and screeched , "The gnomes are on FIRE!!!!"

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Dib was making his normal rounds like he always does. (Stopping and staring at Zim's house. Spending hours taking notes he hoped someone would see and appreciate someday) when he noticed (without any effort) that something interesting was actually happening at the small invader's sorry excuse for a house. His "guard gnomes" were in flames!

He whipped out his notebook, in a certain way he had practiced for hours. He wasn't sure WHY he put so much effort into pulling out a lame notebook, but when you're so obsessive, these things don't matter. While writing with his pen, he was rambling things aloud that were totally different.

"His defenses are DOWN!"... mumble mumble mumble...

"The time to strike is NOW!" ... ramble ramble ramble...

"I'll finally be appreciated as the genius I AM... monologue... monologue... "So close to proof...blah ...blah ...blah..."

When finally finished talking to himself. He stood and waited. Anticipation killing him. Waiting to see just how long it would take for Zim to even notice his defenses were now in flames, even MORE STUFF to rub in his face, Dib's face turned smug. He couldn't wait.

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"Fire? My gnomes? Impossible!" Zim spat, "the computer would have warned me if-"

"Sir, a fire has been detected on borderline perimeters..." The computer mumbled. Zim growled, he hates being proved wrong.

"Where?" He questioned, "What's on fire?" The computer took a while to process the question, even longer to prepare an answer. Zim was beginning to become inpatient, and a sense of panic crept over him.

"COMPUTER!"

'His biiiiig eyes pop out even MORE when he's maaaad...', noted Gir.

"What? Oh... and by the way, the gnomes are on fire. I thought you'd notice by now." The computer's mellow voice echoed around the room.

"NOOoooooo!" Zim screeched, he immediately slapped on his wig, shoved his eye lenses into his skull, and then flung the large front door open.

He wasn't sure what he noticed first, Dib pointing and laughing, or the long rows of flaming torches that were supposed to be gnomes. Gir quickly joined his side, his robotic form smuggled in green, black, and a huge zipper.

"You! Dib! You did this!" The Irken was about ready to zap him, Earth witnesses or not.

"Hahaha..." Dib sighed and gathered himself, "Seriously" snicker.. "Zim, hahaha, it wasn't me. If ..haha.. you can believe it, I'd be laughing even more..snicker... right now." Zim grimaced back at the Dib creature. Then ordered,

"Gir! DOUSE THE GNOMES!!"

"Okay!!" Gir was probably dark red at this time, obeying orders is out of character for the usual light- blue robot. Gir hummed a senseless tune while he sprayed the towering flames with an odd substance that Dib had never seen before. He slipped a sample into his pocket... something to fill his over- obsessive mind for maybe a couple of days.

"Wait a second." Dib unglued his eyes from Gir, who was now sucking on one of his fake dog ears. "If-"

"Hey!" Zim interrupted the Dib, if this quesion was going to be asked, then HE was going to be the one to say it, "If it wasn't YOU", he sounded disgusted, "Then who did this?"

A dreadfully familiar voice rung out from seemingly nowhere, "I did, you filthy bags of MEAT."

All Zim could do was scream... and slam the door shut.

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Notes... again: Yeah, yeah, I know... SHORT chapter. The font was bigger on the other computer :c

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