Well, here's round two. I don't like it much, but I put effort into it.
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Round Two – Bored Games
Malfoy slammed the box onto the table. Sam and Spongebob gave him a confused look.
They had been crammed into a small, slightly damp room, observed by several cameras on the walls and roof. They sat at a metal table with four wooden seats, the two on the right as yet unoccupied. Why they'd been forced into the janitor's closet was unknown – but it might have had something to do with Patrick burning half the carpet on the way into the Centre.
"Monopoly?" mused Sam, brow raised.
"Don't question it," snapped Malfoy, "Just play."
"It looks kinda mouldy," observed Spongebob.
"Yes, I found it in my cellar," replied Malfoy, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have…business to attend to."
He strode away, his limp diminished but still present.
As he walked out the door, he was passed by a small green alien and a short grey robot. The alien had a somewhat crazed glint in his pink eyes as he marched over to the table.
"You fools dare to challenge me!" he snapped, "The mighty ZIM? You will soon learn the error of your stupid, stupid ways!"
He slammed himself onto a seat on the other side of the table.
"So, puny worm-baby!" thundered Zim, "Tell me the rules so that I may use them to crush you!"
There was a short silence.
"…what are the rules again?" asked Spongebob.
Ten minutes later, they had worked out the rules and were ready to play. In this time, they had taken their pieces – Sam had the shoe, Spongebob the battleship, Zim the cannon and GIR the dog.
"OK, I'm up first," stated Sam, "How do they know when we're ready…"
A buzzer loudly sounded.
"Never mind," shrugged Sam, and she rolled the dice. The dice landed with a rattle in the middle of the board, falling on four and six – a ten.
"Visiting jail," mused Sam, "That's a pretty useless start."
She handed the dice to GIR.
"Go doggie!" yelped GIR, excitedly hurling the dice.
The dice landed on a one and a four, making a five. Making a rough approximation of a dog's barking, GIR moved his piece.
"Kings Cross Station," read Spongebob, "Wait a minute, isn't that supposed to be the Reading Railroad?"
"This is the British version," replied Sam.
"Choo-choo!" exclaimed GIR, throwing $200 into the bank.
"My turn!" thundered Zim, "Give me the dice, GIR!"
GIR threw the dice at him. One of them hit him in the eye, and he gave a yelp of pain.
Grumbling to himself, Zim threw the dice. Landing a five and a six, he moved his piece to Pall Mall, the first pink space.
"Zim will take your pathetic mall!" he thundered, throwing money at the bank. He then slammed the dice into Spongebob's hand.
"Come on, don't fail me guys," Spongebob pleaded to the dice as he shook them in his hand.
He dropped them on the board.
He got a one and a four, landing him on top of Kings Cross.
"Tartar sauce!" he exclaimed, handing $25 to GIR.
"Come on," shrugged Sam, "It's just twenty-five bucks! It's not the end of the…"
She rolled a seven and landed on Community Chest.
Go to Jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
"I hate this game," groaned Sam.
Ten minutes later…
"How did he pass Go so early?" demanded Zim.
"He got a double twice," replied Sam, "That meant he could roll again."
"Zim does not approve!" snapped Zim.
Two full turns had passed, and the game was very much in full swing. So far, GIR owned Kings Cross Station, Pentonville Road and Northumberland Avenue. Zim had acquired Pall Mall and Fenchurch Street Station. Sam still had nothing, due to her stint in the joint. Spongebob had picked up Marylebone Station, Leicester Square and Bond Street, and had become the first player to pass Go.
"Well, my turn again," shrugged Sam, taking the dice.
Two twos were rolled, and Sam punched the air.
"Yes! Doubles!" she grinned, moving her piece. Landing on Strand, a red square, she paid for the property and rolled again.
Getting a six and a five, she moved again, landing on Regent Street. Paying for that, she sat back and handed over to GIR.
"Back to the waiting," she sighed, pulling a book from her pocket.
Once again, GIR gleefully rolled the dice, and got a seven. This landed him on Strand. Zim growled as his team-mate handed money to Sam.
"GIR!" he snapped, "Throw the dice better!"
He grabbed the dice and hurled them at the board. They rolled off the board, across the table and onto the floor.
"Much better," chuckled Sam, "That's eleven, by the way."
"Silence!" thundered Zim.
He moved the piece onto a Chance space, and picked up a card.
Get out of jail free. This card may be kept until needed or sold.
"Ha!" guffawed Zim, "I am above your puny law systems! Not even your jails can hold me…"
"He does realise that that thing doesn't work in real life, right?" asked Sam, slightly concerned.
"Nope!" grinned GIR, brightly.
Ten more minutes later…
Spongebob picked up the card for the electric company.
"Are you kidding?" gasped Zim, "Now the sponge controls our power supply! Drat you, dice! You've doomed us all!"
Five minutes later…
The dice returned to Sam, and she grinned.
"Hey, Spongebob," she grinned, "Trade you Strand and Vine for Bond Street."
"OK!" nodded Spongebob, exchanging the cards.
"Hey, GIR," continued Sam, "If you give me Regent Street, I'll give you…fifty dollars. And I'll buy you something when we're done."
"Tacos?" asked GIR, hopefully.
"Sure," shrugged Sam.
"Okey dokey!" said GIR, as he brightly handed over Regent Street.
Zim buried his head in his hands.
"That was easy," chuckled Sam, exchanging $200 for a house on Regent Street.
"One day, GIR…" murmured Zim.
Another five minutes later…
Zim landed his piece on Kings Cross Station.
"Meh, its GIR's," he shrugged, "I'm fine."
There was a short silence. Zim looked to his right, to find GIR holding out his hand expectantly.
"GIR!" thundered Zim, "I'm your master!"
GIR twiddled his fingers.
Zim's roar was muffled behind his gritted teeth as he shoved a fifty into the robot's hand."
Twenty minutes later…
Most properties had now been sold. With control of the teal and purple sections of the board respectively, GIR and Zim had mortgaged essentially everything else they owned. Sam and Spongebob controlled the blue, green, purple and orange sections, but were going for broke at the moment. Spongebob had control of both utilities, and all stations were mortgaged.
Sam whispered a suggestion to her team-mate.
"I'll swap you Park Lane for the utilities," she hissed, "I've got an idea."
"OK," shrugged Spongebob.
Zim chuckled as they exchanged cards.
"You can do nothing to save yourselves!" he thundered, "You are doomed, wormbabies! Doomed!"
Sam hid a knowing grin.
Ten minutes later…
GIR rolled the dice, and landed upon Mayfair.
"Four houses," sighed Zim, "Pay it, GIR."
"…that'll be $1700," Spongebob grinned, brightly.
Zim's eyes widened.
"You…you filthy piggy worm baby!" he exclaimed, "That was your plan!"
"Yep," grinned Sam, "Problem, Zim?"
"Yay! I lose!" GIR grinned, getting up from his seat.
Zim gritted his teeth.
"You may have beat GIR," he snarled, "But the mighty Zim will still defeat you!" Just you wait!"
Yet another ten minutes later…
"…can you please just give up?" groaned Sam.
Spongebob and Zim had passed the board seventeen times since GIR had gone bankrupt. Sam herself had been put out by landing on Park Lane and being unable to afford the rent.
"Never!" thundered Zim, "The mighty Zim will not be beaten by a mere sponge in this game! Not until my last breath…"
He sighed.
"Oh, forget it," he snarled, "This game is stupid. It's a stupid, stupid game! What evil beings paid for this game to be made?"
Sam looked at the bottom of the box.
"The London & North Eastern Railway," she shrugged.
"Truly, they are the most evil corporation in the universe!" thundered Zim, "I will not rest until they are vanquished!"
He stood up.
"Come, GIR…" he began.
He was immediately shoved aside as the robot playfully jumped from his seat.
"Taco time!" grinned GIR.
The buzzer sounded as he dragged Sam and Spongebob out the door.
Timmy was alone in the hotel, and was rummaging through the garbage bin.
"Timmy, isn't that a little…disgusting?" quizzed Wanda, who was floating over him.
"I'll be fine," shrugged Timmy, "But I dropped my M&M's in here and I'm gonna find 'em!"
Wanda backed away, looking revolted.
Timmy felt paper in his hand. Believing it was the packet he was looking for, he pulled it out.
"Hey, this isn't my…" began Timmy.
He then looked at what he was holding.
It was a burnt-out postcard, with just four readable words; Luthor…Malfoy…hellgate…H.E.L.L…
"What the heck?" quizzed Timmy.
The plot slightly thickens!
I based this on a game against myself. It was very, very boring.