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Dib walked down the street. It was 7:00 P.M., Friday, pizza night. He knew he'd better get home before 9:00 or Gaz would kill him. All was going as planned. He passed by a few houses. He suddenly stopped in front of the oddest house on the block. It's "I love Earth" banner was dimly lit by the flickering street light above. Armed with only a camera and what he managed to fit in his backpack, Dib made his way into ZIM's yard. He stopped occasionally to dodge a knome's gaze, staying within the blind spot he had worked on for months.
This was the night all ZIM's plans would be busted. He was so near! Dib took one big breath before stepping onto the porch.
The door swung open. The bright light from inside the house gave two tall figures a silhouette. "Welcome home son!" they said in unison. Dib could make out these were just ZIM's "parents", crudely built robots with more than a few glitches.
Dib hesitantly walked in after scanning the area for ZIM. He had broken into the living room, he realized, noticing the couch and TV Across the living room was the kitchen.
He put down his backpack and found a rope of some kind, about 30 feet long. He threw it up towards the ceiling where it swung up and over a long, winding metal pipe. The excess rope fell down to Dib, where he made a noose at the end. He slipped the rope through the noose, pulled it tight, and climbed to the top.
Dib had had lots of practice climbing ropes. Between his paranoid break-ins and gym class, he had gotten accustomed to the vertical scale.
At the top, he clung onto more metal pipes, wires, and metal arms. Slowly, he climbed his way, monkey bar style, into the kitchen.
"Success!" he thought as he clamored over the threshold, or, well, above the threshold. The kitchen had seemed vacant. It was vacant. He thought.
"How 'bout a cupcake?" rang a strange artificial voice. GIR was standing below Dib with a grin and a plate of fresh baked cupcakes. Dib, although slightly surprised and rather frightened, knew this robot all too well.
Dib climbed down onto the floor. "Uh, thanks…" he said as he accepted GIR's offering.
He could use this as an advantage. GIR knew where ZIM was… it was just a matter of figuring that out. After a dispute with himself, Dib just asked it as straight forward as possible (after he had eaten the cupcake).
"Where's ZIM?" Dib asked.
"I dunno" replied GIR.
"You do know."
"No! Wait… yes."
"Take me to him."
"Okay."
"Now."
"After the puuuuding!"
"I do not want pudding, I want ZIM."
"Okay…" said GIR in despair. He had worked hard on that 'puuuuding'.
GIR brought Dib to the toilet that resided in the back of the kitchen.
"There ya goooo!" said GIR.
Dib looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean? That's a toilet."
GIR stared at him, and then grabbed Dib and shoved him in the toilet. It immediately flushed, and down went Dib, swirling down to ZIM's lab.
GIR followed Dib down the winding tunnel. Finally, the twosome landed in ZIM's lab. GIR grabbed onto Dib's hand and started skipping in a childish manner across the room, pulling poor clueless Dib along.
"It's amazing!" Dib thought.
On and on they went, through a perpetual room with large computers, and a giant monitor. GIR stopped at an elevator. He pressed a red button and stepped inside. He beckoned Dib to follow.
Dib walked in, still in awe and taking note in his head of every detail. He had obviously forgotten the mission. The well lit elevator snapped it's doors shut and began it's descent unto ZIM's lair.
Just a few moments later, it came to a thud, and the doors pulled themselves open. GIR turned his face into a smile.
Dib looked around at the huge computers, wires, monitors, strange keyboards, and platforms. He noticed what to him was a spacecraft, (ZIM's Voot cruiser) was round and not very aerodynamic.
GIR skipped along merrily until he came to a computer with a chair, it's back turned towards the two.
"Master!!!!! Company!!!!" GIR squealed joyously.
"GIR, did you let the moose in again? I told you he's apart of the mission!" said a familiar voice.
"Oh no, the moose ran away yesterday. I brought Dib!" replied the robot.
The chair swung around and ZIM turned and faced Dib.
"So, Dib, I see GIR caught you didn't he?" started ZIM.
"Actually, he let me in and led me to you." Replied Dib in a cool manner. He had run out of amazement, and he was already getting accustomed to his surroundings and getting into his I'm-going-to-blow-your-cover kind of mood.
He suddenly remembered the camera and the backpack on his back. He had been oblivious to it the whole time. He took it off, to get something out, but ZIM noticed it.
"GIR, remove item from intruder!" ZIM barked.
GIR's eyes changed from blue to red, and his face from a smile to a serious, straight mouth.
"Yes, sir! I obey!" said GIR in monotone. He snatched away the backpack and gave it to ZIM.
"Of all my rivals I've ever encountered, you have to be the least unprepared." ZIM said in a cruel irony sort of way. It was agitating to be caught like this. There he was, just now remembering the mission, and he was caught red-handed by the one he intended to foil.
Dib tried to run away, so he could at least tell his story. ZIM, though, was actually on the ball, and GIR was listening. (Scary, no?)
GIR took Dib down with one tackle from behind, picked up the fallen intruders legs, and carried him (or rather dragged him) back to ZIM.
ZIM laughed in a tauntingly evil way.
"Muhahaha! Dib, you idiot! Did you actually think I'd let you get away with this? I upgraded GIR's obedience chip so he'd listen. So make this easy on yourself, and just wait for YOUR MOOING FATE!" ZIM yelled. He laughed some more, but quickly snapped back and said "GIR, take him to the MOO room!"
What ZIM meant by the 'MOO room' was beyond Dib's imagination. All he could think about was Gaz, hoping it was pizza night, and she'd come and get him.
Sooooooooo….. What d'ya think? * Hides from audience's 'boos' and hisses * okay, okay, it wasn't humor and it wasn't good, but just r&r for meh, k? More chapters commin' up, cus I wouldn't leave ya with a cliffhanger!
Dib walked down the street. It was 7:00 P.M., Friday, pizza night. He knew he'd better get home before 9:00 or Gaz would kill him. All was going as planned. He passed by a few houses. He suddenly stopped in front of the oddest house on the block. It's "I love Earth" banner was dimly lit by the flickering street light above. Armed with only a camera and what he managed to fit in his backpack, Dib made his way into ZIM's yard. He stopped occasionally to dodge a knome's gaze, staying within the blind spot he had worked on for months.
This was the night all ZIM's plans would be busted. He was so near! Dib took one big breath before stepping onto the porch.
The door swung open. The bright light from inside the house gave two tall figures a silhouette. "Welcome home son!" they said in unison. Dib could make out these were just ZIM's "parents", crudely built robots with more than a few glitches.
Dib hesitantly walked in after scanning the area for ZIM. He had broken into the living room, he realized, noticing the couch and TV Across the living room was the kitchen.
He put down his backpack and found a rope of some kind, about 30 feet long. He threw it up towards the ceiling where it swung up and over a long, winding metal pipe. The excess rope fell down to Dib, where he made a noose at the end. He slipped the rope through the noose, pulled it tight, and climbed to the top.
Dib had had lots of practice climbing ropes. Between his paranoid break-ins and gym class, he had gotten accustomed to the vertical scale.
At the top, he clung onto more metal pipes, wires, and metal arms. Slowly, he climbed his way, monkey bar style, into the kitchen.
"Success!" he thought as he clamored over the threshold, or, well, above the threshold. The kitchen had seemed vacant. It was vacant. He thought.
"How 'bout a cupcake?" rang a strange artificial voice. GIR was standing below Dib with a grin and a plate of fresh baked cupcakes. Dib, although slightly surprised and rather frightened, knew this robot all too well.
Dib climbed down onto the floor. "Uh, thanks…" he said as he accepted GIR's offering.
He could use this as an advantage. GIR knew where ZIM was… it was just a matter of figuring that out. After a dispute with himself, Dib just asked it as straight forward as possible (after he had eaten the cupcake).
"Where's ZIM?" Dib asked.
"I dunno" replied GIR.
"You do know."
"No! Wait… yes."
"Take me to him."
"Okay."
"Now."
"After the puuuuding!"
"I do not want pudding, I want ZIM."
"Okay…" said GIR in despair. He had worked hard on that 'puuuuding'.
GIR brought Dib to the toilet that resided in the back of the kitchen.
"There ya goooo!" said GIR.
Dib looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean? That's a toilet."
GIR stared at him, and then grabbed Dib and shoved him in the toilet. It immediately flushed, and down went Dib, swirling down to ZIM's lab.
GIR followed Dib down the winding tunnel. Finally, the twosome landed in ZIM's lab. GIR grabbed onto Dib's hand and started skipping in a childish manner across the room, pulling poor clueless Dib along.
"It's amazing!" Dib thought.
On and on they went, through a perpetual room with large computers, and a giant monitor. GIR stopped at an elevator. He pressed a red button and stepped inside. He beckoned Dib to follow.
Dib walked in, still in awe and taking note in his head of every detail. He had obviously forgotten the mission. The well lit elevator snapped it's doors shut and began it's descent unto ZIM's lair.
Just a few moments later, it came to a thud, and the doors pulled themselves open. GIR turned his face into a smile.
Dib looked around at the huge computers, wires, monitors, strange keyboards, and platforms. He noticed what to him was a spacecraft, (ZIM's Voot cruiser) was round and not very aerodynamic.
GIR skipped along merrily until he came to a computer with a chair, it's back turned towards the two.
"Master!!!!! Company!!!!" GIR squealed joyously.
"GIR, did you let the moose in again? I told you he's apart of the mission!" said a familiar voice.
"Oh no, the moose ran away yesterday. I brought Dib!" replied the robot.
The chair swung around and ZIM turned and faced Dib.
"So, Dib, I see GIR caught you didn't he?" started ZIM.
"Actually, he let me in and led me to you." Replied Dib in a cool manner. He had run out of amazement, and he was already getting accustomed to his surroundings and getting into his I'm-going-to-blow-your-cover kind of mood.
He suddenly remembered the camera and the backpack on his back. He had been oblivious to it the whole time. He took it off, to get something out, but ZIM noticed it.
"GIR, remove item from intruder!" ZIM barked.
GIR's eyes changed from blue to red, and his face from a smile to a serious, straight mouth.
"Yes, sir! I obey!" said GIR in monotone. He snatched away the backpack and gave it to ZIM.
"Of all my rivals I've ever encountered, you have to be the least unprepared." ZIM said in a cruel irony sort of way. It was agitating to be caught like this. There he was, just now remembering the mission, and he was caught red-handed by the one he intended to foil.
Dib tried to run away, so he could at least tell his story. ZIM, though, was actually on the ball, and GIR was listening. (Scary, no?)
GIR took Dib down with one tackle from behind, picked up the fallen intruders legs, and carried him (or rather dragged him) back to ZIM.
ZIM laughed in a tauntingly evil way.
"Muhahaha! Dib, you idiot! Did you actually think I'd let you get away with this? I upgraded GIR's obedience chip so he'd listen. So make this easy on yourself, and just wait for YOUR MOOING FATE!" ZIM yelled. He laughed some more, but quickly snapped back and said "GIR, take him to the MOO room!"
What ZIM meant by the 'MOO room' was beyond Dib's imagination. All he could think about was Gaz, hoping it was pizza night, and she'd come and get him.
Sooooooooo….. What d'ya think? * Hides from audience's 'boos' and hisses * okay, okay, it wasn't humor and it wasn't good, but just r&r for meh, k? More chapters commin' up, cus I wouldn't leave ya with a cliffhanger!