AS I SAID IN THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER, I REMEMBERED THIS REALLY GOOD STORY, AND IM GONNA MAKE THIS ONE SOMEWHAT LIKE IT.I DON'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT, BUT I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE. BUT PLEASE REVIEW!
CHAPTER 2
THE PLAN
Zim was sluggish as he dragged his feet down the block, and over to Dib's house. Once he got there, he knocked on the door.
"Dib! Give me Gir back!" Zim yelled, then stepped back to wait for the Dib to answer the door. He had his arms crossed, as if he was hugging himself to keep warm. Dib answered the door, yawning.
"Zim, its one in the morning. What do you want?" Dib grumbled. but then he noticed Zim's shivering and must have been able to hear his teeth chattering.
"Awww, is the wittle zim cold?" Dib sneered.
"Just shut up and give me Gir." Zim shivered uncontrollably.
"Why should I! I could use him as proof! Then they wont be able to call me crazy!" Dib yelled, pointing at Zim.
"DIB! Shut up! Im trying to sleep!" Gaz yelled from somewhere upstairs.
"Dib, just give me Gir. How do you know whoever you show him to won't just think you made him yourself?" Zim growled.
"Uhh….they wont! I'll find some way to make it clear that I didn't make him!" Dib vowed.
Zim shivered some more. "Just give me my robot."
"NEVER!" Dib screamed at the top of his lungs, making Zim's head hurt and Gaz come storming down the stairs.
"DIIBB! I SAID SHUT UP!" Gaz snapped, punching Dib in the stomach. Gaz turned back to Zim.
"Take your stupid robot. He wont shut up."
"HI MASTER!" Gir screamed.
"Gir, don't scream. Come." Zim ordered, turning and walking away. Back at the base, Zim got a water bottle –being sure it was Blue-Raspberry-Banana– and walked down to his bed deep in his base.
As soon as the water bottle was empty, and Zim was covered in blankets (though he was still cold), he was about to fall asleep. That was until he got a call.
"Transfer to the main….main screen." He yawned.
With a few beeps the Computer turned on the screen and Tak popped up. Though Zim had a small and secret crush on her, he didn't want to see her right now.
"What now?" he grumbled.
"Lard Nar came up with a plan for the invasion of the Massive. He wants to come….WAKE UP!" Tak began, only to find Zim had fallen asleep. Zim jumped up.
"Yeah, yeah, sure whatever." Zim yawned.
"Are you okay?" Tak asked, seeing how wrapped up Zim was and how he was shivering.
"Im fine. just cold." Zim lied, though his voice was 'stuffy'.
"No you're not. You're sick." Tak stated just as Zim's Squeedly Spooch growled, and he threw up again. Tak looked worried.
"We'll be there tomorrow morning." Tak sighed. the screen turned black. After that, Zim was able to sleep….
"Zim! Wake up!" a female's voice sounded near Zim's antennae and he felt someone shaking him gently.
"ugh…5 more minutes." Zim moaned, pulling the covers over his head.
"Come on! Lard Nar's waiting!" Tak snapped, shaking him harder. He pushed her away, and looked up.
"Don't shake me." He protested, sitting up and 'hugging' himself again. The air was cold, and he was shivering again. He pulled the blankets back up onto him.
tak seemed amused. "I'll make sure Lard Nar gives you a room with a heater."
Zim didn't answer, but followed Tak out of his base, leaving the blankets behind. Gir found Mimi and started to play tag with her. Lard Nar meet the four at the door to the ship.
"Little cold there, Zim?" Lard Nar teased in a playful way.
"Just leave me alone." Zim groaned.
Lard Nar seemed a little surprised by the harshness in Zim's voice. Zim, though stubborn and annoying at times, was Lard Nar's best friend.
Zim yawned and followed the others into the Resisty's ship and away they went, back to the moon, which was where they were going to stay for a while so Zim could make the plan better.
The Resisty, you see, was trying to free Irk from the Tallests rule. And Zim was second n charge and good with the battle plans. His plans never failed.
"So," Lard Nar began. "My idea is if we attack from the back of the Massive, we might be able to sneak into the Tallests' snack room and poison their food. From there, they will be weak, and the Empire will be confused and worried, making them stupid. We could attack while the Tallests are sick."
Zim sighed. He didn't want to talk about battle plans right now.
"I like the plan, but there are a few problems. One, the Empire won't be stupid and worried. The Control Brains would just lie to them. Two, the Tallests have guards all over the snack room, so no one can get in there. And Three, im tired and don't feel good." Zim yawned.
"We have a spare room down the hall to the left. You can stay there." Lard Nar pointed down the hall. Zim nodded his thanks and walked the way Lard Nar pointed. Once he found the room, and opened the door, he suddenly ran to the bathroom, throwing up.
TAKS POV:
Tak heard sick-noises coming from the room Zim disappeared in. poor Zim….wait, what am I thinking! I HATE that little monster! Tak scolded herself for feeling sorry for him as she followed Lard Nar to the main control room. Why do I feel guilty about leaving Zim in that room alone….
ZIM'S POV:
Once he finished throwing up, she made his way to small bed that was across the room from the bathroom. He was still cold, and there were no blankets in this room.
"Gir, fetch me some blankets." Zim yawned.
"Yes Sir!" Gir obeyed, in duty mode.
LARD NAR'S POV:
Out of what seemed like no where, a little robot came crashing through the hall way and coiled with Lard Nar.
"Hey! You're da friend of my Master! Master don't feel good, and he's cold, so I go get him blankets! Do you know where the fluffy blankets are?" Gir squealed.
"Fluffy blankets? Uhh…no. Shloonktapooxis might." Lard Nar was so confused. Poor Lard Nar.
"Okkie Dokkie!" Gir laughed, then took off in so random direction. Lard Nar shook his head. How does Zim put up with that robot? He wondered as he went to find Tak. He found her in the kitchen, which was were she spent most her time, sense she was in charge of the cooking.
"Tak, I have a different job for you." He announced.
"About time. Working in this kitchen is getting annoying." Tak sighed and stopped wiping the counter.
"I want you to take care of Zim until he's better." Lard Nar ordered. Tak didn't look too happy about that.
"There is no way im taking care of that little defective!" she growled.
"I know you hate him…wait, you're a defective too. That's why you joined the Resisty….oh, never mind. But you have to take care of him until he's better. He's important to the newest plan, and he's needed if we ever want to succeed in this war." Lard Nar said sternly. Tak seemed to think for a while.
"Fine." she hissed, then walked off to find Zim.
TAK'S POV:
She couldn't believe Lard Nar was going to make her take care of some filthy creature! She hated Zim! She sighed as she got to the door. The minute she walked in, she saw Zim curled up on the couch, with a blanket that look fuzzier the fuzzy itself, sleeping. There was a small amount of drool hanging out of his mouth and he was snoring loudly.
She walked over and slapped him, making him jump nearly three feet in the air.
"Tak! What are you doing here?" Zim demanded.
"Master! Do ya like the blankety?" Gir screamed.
"How many times are you going to ask that?" Zim questioned.
"I don't know….HEY! THE MONKEY IS ON!" Gir screamed and pointed to the TV. Zim rubbed his eyes.
"Lard Nar told me I have to take care of you until that stupid flu of yours goes away." Tak grumbled.
She didn't get the reaction she thought she would from Zim. Zim being Zim in all, she would think he would start screaming that he didn't need taking care of. (A/N: hey, anyone notice that when you spell 'taking' if you take the 'ing' off it, it spells 'tak'? same with 'Kat' when its spelled with a 'k'.)
Instead, Zim merely looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Maybe he's just too stupid or tired…she thought. They sat in silence; Tak was on a chair across the room and Zim was falling asleep on the couch, his gentle snoring echoing throughout the room. It wasn't long until Tak fell asleep herself.
She woke hours later to the sound of Zim's vomiting. She looked up and felt…bad for him. And she hated him! How can she feel bad for a stupid defective! But, she's a defective too. She sighed and got Zim a blue-raspberry-banana water bottle thing, sense she already knew he liked those.
He was asleep in a few seconds. Tak left the room for some fresh air, only to return a few seconds later and find Zim struggling to keep a large book shelf from crushing him. He was on his back, on the ground, glass shattered around him and he was bleeding from his eye, which was swelling. Glass must have gotten into it.
"A little help, please?" he growled through clenched teeth when he saw Tak standing there. She ran over and lifted it enough for him to crawl out from under it.
"How'd that fall?" she asked as she put it down.
Zim shrugged. "I don't know. I heard someone calling me from over there but once I got there, the self thing fell on me." He seemed dazed; as if he was more confused then he was letting show. But he just wandered back over to the couch, and fell asleep.
In the meantime, Tak called the Resisty's healers and they fixed his eye.
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THE NEXT DAY….
ZIM'S POV:
"Gir! Get me a soda!"
Zim's voiced echoed through the halls.
"Yes Master!" Gir switched into duty mood for a second, and flew off. Zim had gotten better the other day because the shock almost being killed by a book shelf of doom really made his PAK work better for some reason.
"So, Lard Nar, whats this plan of yours again?" Zim asked, looking back over to his friend.
"My idea is if we attack from the back of the Massive, we might be able to sneak into the Tallests' snack room and poison their food. From there, they will be weak, and the Empire will be confused and worried, making them stupid. We could attack while the Tallests are sick." Lard Nar repeated his plan.
"Ok, the problem with that is that the Tallests love their snacks so much they keep guards outside the snack room. And the PAK will make them better, and detect the poison before they eat it. But it's a good start." Zim said.
"Do ya have any ideas? I wanna get this over with as soon as possible." Lard Nar sighed. It shocked Zim to remember that Lard Nar was much older then Zim and Vortians only live to 150. Lard Nar was about 145.
"We could send Gir onto the Massive and have him full of a snack from Earth called 'Chocolate' which is like Arafer, and it even has the same smell, so the PAK wont sense the poisons in it. I tried it once, and it almost killed me. And I only had a little bit of! So…WAIT! I gotta a better plan! If we switch the orders of Arafer for 'The Day Of The Tallests', which is when everyone has Arafer, and switch it with chocolate, the whole Irken race will be sick, and we can lead a full attack. I know a human on Earth who would most likely love to attack Irkens, and I know where he lives. We can get our secret members here for the attack." Zim explained.
Lard Nar seemed shocked by how good this plan was. but how can it not be good? Me, the mighty ZIIMM! Made it. Yes, it's the perfect plan! Zim thought.
"Ok. Lets give it a shot." Lard Nar nodded.