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It was a day no different from any other. Dib walked along the sidewalk with his sister, musing to himself about the stupidity of the human race and, in particular, the members of his community. He'd known for years that Zim was a threat to the town he called home, but would anyone listen; after mass destruction, mayhem, near apocalyptic catastrophes? No. But Dib had to admit that in the past few years, Zim has completely failed at every attempt in destroying the human race and enslaving the earth.
But, as of late, Dib began to notice that Zim decreased his number of attempts and had been quite quiet. The last he'd heard or seen anything of a diabolical plan was three weeks ago when Zim and a few other students had decided to threaten the cafeteria staff to change up the menu. Which, wasn't very dastardly, yes, but Zim had pulled out two alien devices which seemed to control the minds of the staff and they'd been wondering around like zombies ever since. Although damaging the minds of the staff is evil, the variety it helped induce has only benefitted the students who have dietary issues from eating ketchup and rice three days out of a week. Dib has also noticed Zim's, "attacks," have been notably double-edged. Dib isn't sure whether to stop him or help him in some cases.
Everyone seemed not to care. This town and this school had always been filled with zombies; walking around ignorant and blind to everything around them. Why Dib still cared to fight and protect them, he still had no idea. Perhaps he is just a humanitarian at heart? That's probably not it. Whatever the reason, Dib has kept a wary eye on Zim though he, too, has stopped investigating Zim. He has stopped trying to bug his house, hack into his security system and has even stopped trying to expose him to the FBI. Not like they would listen to him anyway.
Dib continued down the path with his sister, Gaz, who still hated the fact that he was breathing beside her. But when they came to their house, Dib walked past, and Gaz followed him out of the corner of her eye, watching him as he walked to the end of the street to lean against the lamppost there and stare at Zim's house. She'd taken note of her older brother's weirdness as of late and found that while he's been less jittery and insane, he has become more vigilant and silent; silently watching Zim and his green house. She shrugged and went inside to watch TV and eat the remaining cereal.
Gaz couldn't fathom what her brother might be up to, but she also couldn't hear the music. The music that was just loud enough to be heard from the street across from Zim's house. Thankfully the light post was obscured by a fence, and Dib could listen unseen. Not that Zim might see him. The curtains were always drawn and the door always shut. Dib suspected it might be Gir messing with the radio station and blasting songs because Zim was down in the lair of his house. But there was always something about the songs drifting faintly into his ears. He had to strain to listen to them, and he didn't dare get any closer to the house for fear of being seen or triggering one of the lawn gnomes to attack him. But he listened intently, trying to gauge the meaning or message behind each song. Something about them made him think and Dib loved to think.
"Kiss me,
out of the bearded barley.
Nightly,
beside the green green grass.
Swing, swing,
swing the spinning step,
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress!
Oh, kiss me!
beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me
down by the broken tree house
Swing me
upon its hanging tire
Bring bring
bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me…."
The song faded just then and Dib snapped out of the trance he had fallen into. He stopped up straight and turned, walking back to his house. If these were just randomly selected songs, then Gir certainly had interesting taste. But Dib suspected there might be more behind the music. Much more and he loved a good mystery.
