Stranded

Chapter 2

We picked up all of the repairing stuff and began to head home. ... or at least what was left of it...

Gir was singing the doom song while I covered my ears, Fluffy yelled at him to shut up, Minimoose began shaking his head around as if he were listening to a rock band, and the pig just sat there. I know. Pigs are random.

We FINALLY arrived home to find Skoodge kneeling on the ground.

"Um... Skoodge?" I said hoping for an answer. He picked up his head off the ground. It was covered in mud. And he was sizzling.

"Hey Zim. OW OW OW OW OWWWW! WHAT IS THIS STUFF? WATER?"

"Yep."

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Silence!" I shook him and put a bunch of building materials in his hands.

"Whats all this for?"

"Ugh. Have you noticed the base is destroyed?"

"Yeah... but I thought... yknow... yknow? I really have no idea whats going on. How bout a hug?" He said very randomly. He walked towards me.

"AHHH! AH AH AHHHH NOOO!" I ran around in random circles.

"Jeez. I was just kidding..."

"Oh... Okay... LETS GET TO WORK! And by lets, I mean you. And by you, I mean... er... not me. Yeah. Not me. heh heh heh. I'll just sit in this lounge chair here." I sat in the lounge chair, the sun beating on my face. I didnt like it, so I put on sunglasses.

2 HOURS LATER:

I took my sunglasses off.

"WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?" I looked up to find half the base finished and half of it uncovered.

"sorry, Zim, We sorta ran out of materials and Gir insisted that we didnt wake you."

"WHAT? I WASNT SLEEPING YOU IDIOT! IRKENS DONT SLEEP!"

"Oh... that explains sooo much... anyhow, can you drive us to the store to pick up some more stuff?"

"Ugh. Fine."

We all boarded the Voot. It was sorta crowded in there. IN FACT, It was so crowded, that I couldnt see out of the front window and all i could hear was a bunch of beeping. I didnt even notice that Dib was hanging on for the joy ride with us.

"AAAAAHHHH!" He screamed.

I heard him and pushed my way to the front of the Voot where I could see everything. And there he was on the windshield hanging on for dear life.

"The Dib-stink. HE FLIES!" I screamed. I tried to shake him loose, but he wouldnt budge. He just continued screaming like a maniac.

"I'll never let g-OW! IM A PARANOR- OWWWW! And I will fight against-OW alien scum- OW - to the end! OW OW OW!" I kept on banging him into the poles, other cars, kittens, hotdog stands, you know, that sort of stuff.

But he kept hanging on with a hotdog in hand. And then, IT HAPPENED. We passed the Krazy Taco. And those Tacos made GIR crazy.

"TACOS! MUST OBEY THE TAAAAAACCCCOOOOOOSS!" He grabbed the wheel from my grip and began to steer it towards the Taco place.

"What are you-?" I grabbed the wheel and started tugging at it, but when Gir wants his Tacos, he has the iron grip. We kept on grabbing it and fighting.

"NEED TACOS! Tacotacotaco... AND A TAQUITO! AN A BURRITO! AND SOM-O-EM FRIES! AND SOME CHEESEY STUFFS! AN-"

"NO GIR! NO! LET GO OF THE WHEEL! I AM YOUR MASTER! AND YOU SHALL DO AS I SAY! OBEY MEEEEE!"

"TACOS!"

"NO TACOS-URG- FOR YOU!"

And then, the wheel broke off the voot and it went crazy flying anywhere and everywhere. It looked sorta like a balloon when you blow it up and let go of the end sending it flying. I could only imagine what Dib was going through... aw... it almost made me want to... LAUGH MY HEAD OFF! MWA HAHAHAAAA!

After 45 minutes of aimless flying, we finally ran out of gas and plumetted to our doom... which was in this case, a sandy beach. Like the kinds that appear in spongebob with one little palmtree in the middle and NOTHING ELSE except water sorrounding us.

Dib was crushed under the voot which was now in pieces. He lifted what was left off of himself and took a look around.

"GAH!" He choked on his words. "WE'RE STRANDED ON A DESERTED ISLAND WITH NO WAY OUT!"

END OF CHAPTER 2

After the shooting of the second chapter is over, heres a look behind the scenes.

*he looks into the camera*

"Hey! Writer person! WHAT HAVE YOU GOT AGAINST ME? HUH? HUH? HUH? YOU ENJOY SEEING ME SUFFER WHILE I COULDVE BEEN HOME OR AT LEAST HAVE HAD GAZ STRANDED HERE TOO!"

Writer person: Be glad Gaz isnt here. If she was, her wierd mood swings would probably cost you A LOT. Oh yeah. And yes, I DO like making you suffer. HA HA HAAA! So dont bug me or I'll put in Gazs request for teleporting rabid weasels into your skull.

"YOU CANT DO THAT!"

Writer person: Im the writer, and I CAN AND WILL DO WHATEVER PLEASES ME! MWA HA HA HAHA! COUGHCOUGHCOUGH... ehem...

"Um... never mind... have a nice day mr/ms writer person..."

*pats writer on the head*

Writer person: GET OFF OF MY HEAD!

End of epilogue:

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