King Bob!

Disclaimer I don't own this.

Zim, Dib and Gir all live together. Zim is in his room playing with his Matchbox.

Zim: VVVVRRRROOOOMMMM!!!! Err *Eplody noises* Mwahahahahaha!

Dib: What are you doing?

Zim: Um... *Shoves cars away* Nothing...

Dib: Right...

GIR: DDDIIIBBB!!! *Jumps on Dib and starts kissing him like a maniac.* Oh, I love you!

Dib: Oh, good lord! Please get this maniac away from me!

*Zim throws Matchbox at GIR but it misses GIR and hits Dib in the eye*

Dib: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *Cough, cough* AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Zim: Heh heh...

Dib: Zim you idiot... Get him off me!

Zim: Umm... *Throws another car*

Dib: NEVERMIND! *Pulls GIR off and throws him to the side*

Subliminal Message: I like cheese!

GIR: WEEHOO!

Dib: What's so special aboout that car in the plastic box?

Zim: That's King Bob!

Dib: Is he really that important?

Zim:.......Yes!

Dib: You wanna get a freezy?

Zim:.......Yes!

Dib: Come on!

Zim jumps on Dibs back and they run to the gas station.

GIR: Hmm...

Zim and Dib are back at home with their freezies watching Pocahontas.

Zim: Oh that ever-present wind cracks me up!

Dib: So I've noticed...

Zim: Well... I'm gonna go...uh... Do stuff...

Dib: Okay...

Zim walks into his room and a huge scream is heard.

Dib: Oh... What now?

Zim: GIR! Give it back!

GIR: What?

Zim: King Bob!

GIR: I don't have him.

Zim: *Points at Dib* You!

Dib: What use would I have with your little car?

Zim: He's in your pants isn't he?

Dib: What? NO!

Zim: I knew it! You're jealous of King Bob!

Dib: Why would I be jealous? It's just a car!

Zim: Because I love him and not you!

Dib: Um... No!

Zim: I'll get you for this!

Dib: I didn't do anything!

Zim: Didn't you though? Didn't you?

Dib: NO! I didn't!

Zim: Mwahahahahaha!

Dib: Gosh you're an idiot! *Walks out of room*

Zim: You can hide Dib, but you can't uh... Hide!

Dib: Right...

NEXT DAY!

Zim throws hot bacon on Dib.

Dib: What the hell was that for?

Zim: For King Bob! *Walks out of room.*

Dib: *Grabs butter knife* Heh heh... *Goes into Zim's room and rips open his pillows and picks up rabbit from side of bed*

Zim: NO!

Dib: Hahaha!

Zim: Not Mr. Bunny Wumpkins!

Dib: What?

Zim: Umm... He belongs to GIR... That's it...

GIR: No he doesn't.

Zim: Yes he does...

GIR: Not uh...

Dib: Mr. Bunny Wumpkins?

Zim: Well, you see, I got him from AHH! *Jumps out window*

Dib: Well... Do you know what happened to King Bob?

GIR: Yep!

Dib: What?

GIR: Heh heh...

Dib: What?

GIR: I ate him!

Dib: Well... Choke him up!

GIR: Hold on...

Dib: Why?

GIR: Well it takes a minute... *coughing and gagging*

GIR hands Dib a wet matchbox with bits of porkchop on it.

Dib: Thank you! I think...

Dib jumps out window and chases after Zim.

Dib: HEY... Idiot! Here's your matchbox! *Throws it at Zim*

Zim: What the hell did you do to it?

Dib: GIR ate it.

Zim: Damn GIR... I oughta- Oh my God it's Taco Bell...

Dib: *Slaps himself* Why do I bother?

-I know it's stupid, but I needed to write something...-