Show: Invader Zim
Theme 31: Chicken Pox
"WHAT KIND OF MADNESS HAS AFFLICTED ZIIIIM!"
For the first time in the Invader's life, he had truly gotten sick with something. Ms. Bitters sent the human-impersonator home after he came to school itchy and covered in red bumps which were on his face, arms, legs, and places where the sun never shines. Poor Zim had somehow been afflicted with the Chicken Pox.
"Computer! Answer Zim!" the Irken demanded.
The computer eventually replied irritably,
"What do you iwant/i from me?"
"Tell me ALL that you know about itchy, red bumps! TELL ME!"
"Fine, fine!"
Moments later, the computer responded with the same voice tone: bored and annoyed.
"From what I have found out, you have gotten the "Chicken Pox"."
"Chicken Pox? I have been around NO chickens! Why have they given me Pox! What do they want with ZIM!"
The computer sighed.
"I double checked. I even scanned you while you were yelling to the sky, shouting in third person."
"Third person? Ugh, never mind. Just tell me what I need to do to get rid of it!"
"Bathing in non-cooked oatmeal, wetting yourself down—"
"No, no, NO! Zim reacts BADLY to water. Any alternatives?"
"If you'd ilisten/i for a change, you'd find out there are MANY. Fruit juice drinks are also helpful. The quickest way to soothe the itching is calamine lotion." Said the computer who had started to feel so annoyed that he had been tempted to withhold such information from the itchy Invader.
Zim sighed.
"Gir!" Zim yelled.
The little SIR unit flew into the room.
"Yes, Master!" for the moment, the incompetent robot was in duty mode.
"Put on your disguise and go buy calamine lotion. DO IT!"
"Okey-dokey!" Gir said giddily.
"I presume this will be a long, long day." The computer said.
Zim groaned and rubbed his head which burned with a fever. He took his human disguise off, laid down on the couch, flipped on the television, and waited for Gir to return with the lotion while scratching himself furiously.
"Oh, and by the way,"
"What now, Computer! I'm trying to watch TV!" Zim said while scratching himself wildly.
"Scratching the Pox makes it worse." The computer answered smugly.
Zim slowly stopped scratching himself, and with wide eyes, he said,
"Oh, NOW you tell me!"