A/N: Hoorah for the second chapter. No, there is no ZADR yet. You lose.
Within the first five minutes of the movie, Dib had fallen asleep on the couch, even with Gir squealing through the entire three hour session. A combined pain in his diaphragm and forehead slowly roused him up, as well as Gir yelping, "He's aliiiiive!" When Dib found he could not sit up, he grumbled and opened his eyes. And a loud stream of imprecations escaped his mouth.
"What the Hell are you doing!"
"Well if you must know, Dib, I was trying to find a cure for your big stupid head."
"You're sitting on me!"
"Of course; you'd have moved otherwise and been cursed with a freakishly large head forever."
Rather dumbstruck, Dib took a moment to assess the situation. Zim, wig and contacts put away, was sitting on his stomach and poking his forehead with a scapel, and Gir was standing beside the couch and squealing, a myriad of sharp tools stored in his open head. All this disturbed him quite a bit, but he was still trapped on the couch and could do nothing about it. Seeing that his 'subject' was not quite willing, Zim informed Dib that it was still raining.
"That's nice. Now get off me."
Zim gave Dib a final jab with the scapel before jumping down to the floor and returning the tool to Gir's head, so sending the little robot away. Just to be certain, Dib took a quick glance out the window; it was indeed still raining. He groaned loudly.
"Silence! Since you and your stupid stupid self can't return home yet, something will need to be done for the passing of time," Zim declared.
"And what do you propose we do?"
"I was thinking of using your abnormally giant head for target practice. Because of its hugeness." Zim started into a fit of cackling; Dib rolled his eyes. It was clear that the rain would not be letting up any time soon, much to the dismay of Dib. There were so many better things he could have been doing, like sending in pictures to Mysterious Mysteries, or proving that his next-door neighbor was a werewolf. But then his eyes settled on the little green form standing before him, and a brilliant plan formulated inside his oversized head. He slowly hoisted himself up into a sitting position and hopped down, at which point he was standing within a two foot radius of Zim, causing the alien to edge away while still trying to keep up appearances. He eyed Dib suspiciously. "What are you planning, wormbaby?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking of something we could do until the rain stops."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
Now Dib could put his ingenius plan to action. But he would have to do it stealthily, so even Zim would not catch wind of it. "Well, I was thinking that we could play...a game. You wouldn't know it 'cos it's a human game."
"Yes yes, now carry on with your 'game'. Tell to Zim!"
Dib grinned; his plan was working. "Alright, fine. It's called 'I'll Show You Mine if You Show Me Yours', and-"
"What are we showing? Tell me, Dib-stink!"
"Well I would if you would shut the Hell up!" Dib screamed, fists clenching. After a consent of silence from Zim, Dib calmed himself and continued. "Okay. I'll start. I'm going to tell you something that no one except I know, something...dazzling. Then, you go, and you tell me something secret."
"Why would I do something like that? You think you can trick ZIM into your tricky trickery? Eh? Eh? You can't!"
Dib sighed loudly and jammed his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. Zim was horribly tiring, but Dib would still be victorious. He just had to complete his plan. "Listen, Zim, I promise that nothing anyone says will leave this house." A lie. "Hell, I haven't even got my camera." That part was truth. Gaz had hidden it somewhere in her room, and to try and sneak into Gaz's room was suicide. Dib saw that Zim was actually thinking about it seriously and mentally urged him on. After quite a while of pondering, Zim suddenly responded, jolting Dib.
"Very well, Dib-stupid.I'll play your little game. Now start, filthy Earthchild!"
Disregarding Zim's usual nicknames for him, Dib nodded. "Alright. I'll tell you something, something incredible..."
A/N: What is it? You'll have to wait.
