Zim is leaving skool, and he slowly stops by the stairs. Rain is pouring, large grey thunderclouds lay above, covering the entire sky. Dib slams into Zim slightly, pushing him into the rain, making his skin fizz. He jumps back, screaming. "Arrrrrrggghhhh noooooO! THE RAIIIINNNNN! AAAARGHH!"
Dib points and laughs, mockingly. Zim gets up, his eyes glazed at Dib, burning holes in his big head. "You pathetic fool Dib! Why can't you do something good for once and leave me alone?"
Dib doesn't answer, all he does is laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.
The rain softens the grass, making small puddles on the cement sidewalks, and the dirt turned all muddy and sticky. Gaz saw Dib laughing hysterically at Zim, and she just rolled her eyes. She walked up to Dib, her shoes squishing in the mud. "Dib, are you going home or are you going to waste time doing... this..."
Dib didn't answer, so Gaz rolled her eyes, once again, and decided just to leave.
Around the corner of the street, Gir is walking, skipping around in his dog suit, headed to meet Zim at skool.
"Gir, oh there you are!" Zim waved Gir over.
Gir jumped up next to him. "Hello master!" He exclaimed. "It is really rainy out today!"
"Yesssss" Zim shuddered at the sight of the rain. It finally calmed down a bit, just drizzling.
"Come on Zim," Gir pulled Zim's hand. "It finally stopped!"
Zim didn't budge. He was staring at the wet cement and the muddy grass. He squinted, looking around, trying to find out if there was any way he could get home without getting wet. Whenever a certain amount of water touched his skin, his skin would start to crackle, almost like a fire in a fireplace. The pain was so abnormal and every time it rained, he just wanted to run away full of fright.
"Zim, why weren't you wearing that lotion you created to keep your skin from shriveling up like that? I thought you made something like that a long time ago." Dib asked.
Zim didn't say anything, he only glared harder at Dib.
"Come on, Zim." Gir pulled at his arm again, this time he actually made Zim follow him. Zim's boots started getting squishy from the puddles, and Zim could feel a bit of the water at his feet. He winced a bit, hoping he wouldn't fall over and get hurt. Dib followed close behind Zim.
"Go away, Dib." Zim said, turning around.
Dib pretended he wasn't following them. "What? Follow you? But I wasn't! What ever could you be talking about?" Dib asked. He held his hands behind his back like a innocent child.
Zim only stared a while more. He rolled his eyes, turning back on his heels to go home.
It was obvious Dib was following Zim, Zim could hear Dib's shortened breaths, but Zim was too tired to care. Zim merely wanted to make it home before the storm clouds made their way back here, he was sure that it was going to be a very rainy couple of hours.
As they headed home, Gir and Zim walked near a consignment store, just as the clouds started gaining their way. The rain slowly dripped over to Zim. Zim jumped in the air, extremely frightened. "GIR GO INSIDE THAT STORE THINGY!" Zim yelled, adrenaline overthrowing his body. Behind him, Dib snickered to himself as Zim ran inside the consignment store, making a huge fool of himself in public.
Once they were inside, Zim sighed full of relief. He glanced outside, staring at the rain. It poured wildly, little ripples bounced off the sidewalk. Millions of puddles, both large and small were developing rapidly. Water trickled down the roads, into sewer gutters and other areas. Zim, getting anxious, slowly backed away from the window, and tripped, falling on a basket filled with umbrellas. He picked up one of the umbrellas. Zim stared at it, questioning what the strange invention is used for. He clicks one part of it, and the umbrella opens, startling Zim. Zim still, not understanding what it's used for, stares at it even longer.
Across from Zim is a man, probably in his mid-30s, standing behind the counter. He looks at Zim with tired expression. "Are you going to buy that or not? You know its bad luck to open an umbrella indoors."
Zim glances over at the man. "What sort of invention is this?" He asks, dramatically.
The man chuckles. "You're kidding, right?"
"No."
The man sighs, facepalming himself he mutters to himself, "I need to move out of this town..." then he looks back up at Zim. "It's called an umbrella. You open it outside, and it blocks the rain from touching you."
Zim smiles with surprise. "WOW! This invention might actually be useful for once!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever you believe kid." The man rolls his eyes sarcastically.
"Gir, where are you?" Zim calls out. "I've found something that will... huh?"
Gir is playing around with a box, he thinks, then he reaches in the box, and pulls out a taco. "YAAAAAY!" Gir laughed happily. He then bite into the juicy taco, delight spreading onto his face.
Zim walked over to the box. "What was that?"
"Look Zim!" Gir said, pointing to the box. "You just use your imagination...-" Gir thought about another taco and reached into the box, pulling out yet another taco.
Zim glared at Gir, annoyingly. "Gir, you just put tacos in there didn't you?"
"No! No!" Gir jumped up, trying to convince Zim. "I promise. Look, would you like a candy-bar?" He asked, reaching into the box again, pulling a candy-bar out. "What about some fries?" He then pulled out fries. "Or hot coca? Or a blanket? Or a piggy?" Gir pulled out all those items, hugging the piggy close to him. "Actually... the piggies mine."
Zim stared at the box for a while more.
"Come on Zim, give it a try!" Gir encouraged him.
Zim nodded, walking up closer to the box, as if he was hypnotized to touch it. Hmmm... what should I think about? Um, moneys?
Zim reached into the box, and pulled out 100$. Zim was so full of surprise, his mouth opened up in shock. He dropped the money by accident, and then reached into the box to try something else. A phone? He pulled his hand out of the box, and in his hand was a phone.
"Sooo... you can receive anything you want as long as you imagine it in your mind?"
"Seems so." Gir said with a smile.
A menacing smile started spreading on Zim's face, his sharp teeth making it even creeper.
"Hey, kid, are you going to buy something?" The man behind the counter shouted.
Zim stopped smiling and then turned around to face the man. "Um... well," Zim started thinking of an excuse. "I've suddenly changed my mind. Instead of this invention-thingy... would you care if I took this box instead?" Zim carefully picked up the box, a huge smile plastered on his face. The man only stared at him.
"Yeah, whatever you'd like." The man sighed.
Zim smiled, and then tapped Gir's shoulder. "C'mon Gir, it's time to go home."
Gir jumped up, following behind Zim, and they exited the consignment store. Zim stopped right before his skin touched the rain, and he reached into the box, pulling out a umbrella in a much better quality than the one Zim found in the store. He opened it up and handed Gir the box.
"Hold the box Gir, DON'T get it wet, I don't know what could happen to it."
Gir nodded, and gripped the box with all his strength. They both went straight home, cautiously watching the rain.
The next day at skool
Zim was extremely happy, he had his own backpack he pulled out from the box, and in that backpack held the box itself. Yesterday, once Zim caught hold of the box, he was learning how it worked, using his imagination to pull out anything he wanted. And the best part was: he could use it anytime! Trying it out at skool was the number one thing Zim was planning to do, especially using it to embarrass Dib. Zim couldn't help but smile with all the happiness contained inside of him.
Zim sat down in his seat and automatically noticed Dib staring across at him from across the room. Dib walked up to Zim's desk. "That's a nice backpack Zim, what's in it? Alien voodoo? A human brain you're testing on? Huh? Huh? HUH?"
Zim only stared at Dib with a smug look. "Oh trust me Dib, there's something MUCH better than those things in here."
Dib's eyes widen. "Yeah well.." He muttered. "Whatever it is, I have my eyes on you."
Ms. Bitters slithered creepily into the classroom. "Sit down Dib." She spat. Once everyone was seated Ms. Bitters continued class. She mostly talked about how dreadful and terrible life was in the future, and how death will probably be everyone's best friend, but Zim wasn't listening, and Dib wasn't really either. Dib kept glancing at Zim, with a anxious look. Every time Zim made a sudden motion, Dib would look up at him with fear, clearly intimated by what is inside Zim's backpack.
Zim ignored Dib, but he knew Dib was frightened, so he used that fear to his advantage. "I know what you mean Ms. Bitters." Zim said in the middle of his teacher's speech. "Life can be scary sometimes." Zim glared at Dib with a mischievous look.
Dib started to get sweaty, but he tried to keep his posture and he glared back at Zim with a semi-threatening look.
"Zim... did I ask for your opinion?"
Zim looked at Ms. Bitters. "Um... no?"
"Then stop talk-" The bell rang for lunch, interrupting Ms. Bitters speech once again. "Ugh, well I guess it's lunch time for your miserable lives. Now go, I don't want to see you anytime soon."
"It just might be the last lunch of our lives." Zim said in a whisper, looking straight at Dib once again.
Dib shivered. What is THAT supposed to mean?
Dib got out of his seat and quickly caught up with Zim's speed. Zim was heading to lunch abnormally fast. Zim didn't like cafeteria food unlike most of the kids at skool did. Why is Zim headed to the cafeteria so quickly? Dib thought. Doesn't he hate lunch food?
Dib finally arrived and he looked around the large cafeteria room, searching for Zim, but there were too many people around.
"Hi Dib."
Dib jumped, skittishly, and turned to spot Zim. Zim was sitting at a lunch table, all alone, with a box in front of him. It was just an ordinary box, nothing special about it.
"Was that the thing in your backpack?" Dib asked, pointing to the box. "That's not scary Zim." Dib started to giggle.
Zim grinned. "Oh, well, it won't be very funny in a second... Dib..."
Zim reached into the box. "You see Dib, this is no random box I found in a dumpster or something stupid like that, come closer and take a peek for yourself."
Dib rolled his eyes. He started to walk closer until he slipped and fell on his face. Everyone in the cafeteria turned and laughed at him. Dib looked up with shock. "Hey! Nothing was there, how could I have slipped?" He got on his knees, and glanced behind him, with another surprising sight. There was a puddle of water Dib slipped over. Dib took a long look at it, as if it didn't really exist. "That wasn't there before!" He tried to get up, but fell once again. Everyone kept laughing.
Zim walked up to Dib, the box still in his hands. "Oh poor Dib. Would you like a hand?" Zim pulled out a amputated arm. Dib glanced up, and then struck back with disgust, hitting his head on the ground.
"Ahh! A hand?!"
Zim started laughing along with everyone else. Dib was both grossed-out and angry. He kicked Zim's shin, making Zim drop the box, the box landed in front of Dib, and he picked it up.
Dib shoved his hand in the box, not really sure what to do.
What does this do? Dib thought, looking around up at the sky. Ugh, if only water would just fall over Zim right now, now THAT would be funny.
"Hey!" Zim shouted, surprised that Dib would steal his box like that. "Dib, you don't even know how to use that-" As if it was magic, a large amount of water splashed down on Zim, making his skin fizz. He fell to the floor in fetal position, screaming in agony. Zim looked back up at Dib, his eye's full of anger.
Kids in the cafeteria stopped laughing, realizing how angry Zim actually was. They slowly started backing away.
Zim's anger grew larger, growling at Dib, he ran at him. Dib rolled over, still holding the box, and started to run in the opposite direction, but he hit the cafeteria table, and doubled over, holding his stomach at the pain. Zim picked up the box and pulled out a small knife. Dib got up, holding onto the table's side for support and starting to run away from Zim, screaming.
Zim chased Dib all the way into the kitchen area where all the lunch food was kept. Zim stabbed near Dib, barely missing, and instead tore open into a package filled with meat, all the packages fell on each other, and Zim watched in anguish as the packages toppled over, knocking down jars filled with water. The jars broke, the water spilled, hurting Zim. Dib stole the box from Zim again, and pulled out handcuffs to stop Zim from fighting him. Dib tried to handcuff Zim, but Zim quickly pushed Dib away. Dib fell down on his back, holding onto the box tightly, and Zim pinned Dib down, trying to pull Dib's grip off the box.
"Let GO of it!" Zim shouted.
"NO! Not until you get off me!" Dib shouted back.
Zim was feeling fatigue. He was starting to get weaker, mostly because of the pain he still felt after having all the water splash on him, but he was also tired of Dib trying to ruin his life, and his box.
"Why are YOU always getting your nose into MY business!?" Zim screeched, kicking Dib a few times. "You ALWAYS ruin MY LIFE!"
"ME? Ruin YOUR life?!" Dib cringed from the blows he received from Zim. "You are always trying to hurt me somehow! It's all your fault we got into this fight anyway!"
Zim paused for a second, staring into Dib's eyes. "No! This all started yesterday, when you slammed into me ON PURPOSE so you could see me fizz in the rain! You give ME pain!"
Dib finally kicked Zim off of him. Zim was thinking of pouncing back on Dib, but then decided not to. His arms were aching, and there was really nothing left to do. Zim has scars and bruises on his face and so did Dib.
"Give me my box back." Zim said, holding his hand out, hoping for it to be placed in his hands.
Dib stared at Zim for a while. He sighed, knowing that handing it back to him would be a dumb decision, but he did it anyway. But to his surprise, Zim didn't use it against him. Instead, Zim reached into the box, thought for a long while, and then suddenly the box disappeared, almost in thin air.
Dib was in shock. "Wha... you... huh?"
"Yeah, yeah I know." Zim interrupted him. Zim kept glaring at Dib's shocked expression. He slowly started to leave the kitchen until Ms. Bitters walked in on them, making them both surprised.
"What is going on in here?" She cried, glancing around at the huge mess they made. "This is insane!" She looked straight at Zim and then Dib. "You two are staying here and cleaning this mess. Then you'll both meet me after in detention. I hope you two like cleaning the chewing gum underneath the desks!"
Ms. Bitters grabbed mops and cleaning supplies, and handed them to both to Dib and Zim, in a aggressive way.
Zim sighed. "Great. I shouldn't have gotten rid of that box so soon."
Dib sighed with him. "This is the only time I'll ever agree with you."
"GET TO WORK!" Ms. Bitters yelled, making Zim and Dib turn on their heels, quickly cleaning everything up.
Little did they know, Gir was at a consignment store with a box in front of him, pulling out as many tacos as he'd ever want. Stuffed animal piggies lay next to him, and he lay on them like they were a golden throne. Gir hugged the box close to him.
"I LOOOVE you box!~"