(AN- So um…just a random little oneshot I came up with. This was inspired by a pic I saw on Google a week or so ago. Enjoy!)
Zim was sitting on his couch, watching the Scary Monkey show with GIR.
It wasn't of his own will, of course, for he hated that monkey…but the little robot had insisted, with large eyes and a lot of shrieking, on him watching TV. Zim had given in eventually.
He sat and stared at the cursed monkey for a few more seconds.
"I cannot take this any longer!" he yelled, then jumped off the couch. GIR looked up at him, the threat of either tears or GIR-ish rage lingering in his eyes. But then he just went back to watching his beloved Scary Monkey.
His Irken master paced around the room, hands behind his back.
Zim, to be frank, was bored out of his freaking mind.
He'd repaired just about everything in that had been broken in the home (by GIR), had improved the robot parents, and now was at a loss of things to do.
Deciding to go wreak havoc on some stink-beasts, he donned his human costume and threw GIR his dog one.
"Come GIR! We must defeat this boredom!" he said, raising his fist triumphantly at the door.
He turned around to see if GIR was disguised yet, and saw that he had plastered his face to the television. Sighing, he clipped the leash onto him, and dragged him outside.
"Now…let's see…who to destroy?"
"I want a taco!" shrieked GIR.
"Quiet, can't you see I'm being amazing here?"
"Taaaacoooo…"
As Zim turned to tell him that tacos were poison, he was smacked in the back of the head by something hard and metal.
He whipped around and saw the Gaz human preparing to strangle Dib-filth.
"Gaz, I'm sorry, it was the only thing to throw!"
"Do you know how close I was to beating that level?"
Zim walked up, interrupting their argument. He pointed his finger at Dib.
"How dare you throw a video game at Zim!" Dib, however, completely ignored him.
"So, Zim, you out taking your freak alien robot dog for a walk?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
"Quiet big headed hum-"
Zim noticed a magazine thingy tucked under Dib's arm.
"What's that?"
"Why should I show you?"
"Because I'm Zim."
"What kind of reason is that?"
"Silence!"
Zim ripped the magazine out of his hand. He read the cover.
'Playboy'
Zim stared at Dib for a few seconds.
"Why are you reading about playing boys?"
Gaz snickered from the sidewalk she'd sat on. Zim could be so stupid sometimes.
"Are you serious? You don't know what this is?" Dib asked, taking it back.
"Tell me why, dirt child!" he yelled.
Dib blinked, then opened up to a page and showed it to the Irken, who's eyes widened.
"You're reading about naked women humans?" He'd thought humans were disgusting enough with their clothes on.
"….yes."
"Inferior human hormones! Ha!"
The big headed boy shrugged, then jumped as his magazine was taken yet again, this time by GIR. He flipped open to a page and pointed, laughing.
"She's a bunny! A bunny!" he shrieked, rolling on the ground.
Dib straightened his glasses, then pried the magazine out of the 'dog's paws. Cheeks glowing he made his way home, Zim shrieking at him about how big his head was.
Gaz then retrieved her Game Slave, only to throw it at her brother. She chuckled darkly to herself as she picked it up again.
GIR, after finishing his episode about the bunny-lady, went back to watch the Scary Monkey show.
And Zim went to launch chickens into space…again.
(Aaaand…fin!)