Zim finally got to his house. The eerie green paint seemed to glow in the sunset lit sky. The bright pink flamingos and bug-eyed gnomes greeted him on the fake pale green grass lawn. Zim opened the door to his house and quickly shut it behind him.
He looked out the window and saw the rain stop. He sighed with relief and turned. He saw Gir, his robot helper, watching T.V. The silver, taco- lover was eating nachos with his oversized pink pet piggy.
Above Gir, was a scary portrait of a green monkey with big eyes that seemed to stare right to your soul. Gir turned and saw Zim. Gir, since he was a robot, couldn't grow, so he was the same small, fun loving robot that made was white with a blue square on his chest, and at the top: an antennae shooting out of his flat head with a blue ball on the end.
Gir jumped from where he was sitting, The pig squealed in surprise. Gir landed on his robot legs in front of Zim. His big blue saucer eyes went red. "Welcome home, master!" Gir said as he saluted.
"Yes, hi Gir, I don't have time for games. I have important business to do," Zim said, as he walked into the other room. Gir's eyes went back to their happy blue state. "okie dokie!" he said in his high pitch robotic voice.
The small, 12 inch tall robot jumped back onto the couch next to his pig. The pig's bug like eyes went big and it squealed in surprise once more. Gir doesn't know that Zim has grown a lot taller than how he once was, especially when he walked over to his trashcan and tried squishing himself inside. Zim grunted in frustration. His knees lightly touched under his chin.
"WHY IS'NT THIS WORKING?!" He screamed. Gir instantly jumped off the couch and started to scream and run in circles. Zim pressed a button on the side and the mouth of the trashcan widened.
"Must have shrunk" Zim thought out loud to himself as he went down the tube to his secret headquarters.
Zim activated the computers to turn on. They blinked to life and got ready to search anything Zim desired. Zim sat down at his chair and began pressing buttons. The screen pulled up pictures of Gaz. Zim stared at them. He never really thought she was so interesting. He always thought of her as a mindless girl that loved her game device. He blinked at the screen then closed his eyes for a moment.
How can I make her notice me? he thought.
He remembered back to the incident when he first started to notice her. When she made Iggens beat himself with the textbook. The memory repeated over and over in his brain. Suddenly, it came to him. Zim gasped and opened his eyes
"That's it!" he said out loud. "I know how she will notice Zim!" he yelled. He turned to his computer and got to work.
The next day Zim looked around for Gaz. He scanned all the kids' heads through his blue eyed contact lens to see if he could spot Gaz. He leaned against
the right arch and kept looking.
He finally spotted Gaz with the enemy: Dib.
Zim growled under his breath.
"I have to think of a way to get rid of the Dib-human," Zim said to himself.
He watched the two siblings walk into the building.
He followed.
Zim saw how Dib was talking to Gaz about boring information on useless things. Zim walked five feet or so from them and trying to hatch a plan to get rid of Dib...
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After fourth period was lunchtime.
In the cafeteria, there was a whole bunch of kids sitting at all the tables. Zim's usual spot was left open for him at the very back. Everyone knew where he sat so he got the whole table to himself. Also the kids all think his green skin condition could contaminate someone like a disease and spread. So everyone was cautious and wanted to not get the "green skin disease". (Plus he was crazy)
Zim waited in line for the food he was going "to eat." The lunch lady used a huge spoon to scoop up a whole mountain of mashed potatoes, an army of peas, and one piece of mushy, juicy, purple meatloaf.
He grabbed a carton of milk and walked to his table.
Dib and Gaz had their own table too which was in front of Zim's table... so in a way, they were across from each other at separate tables.
Dib saw Zim walking toward his direction. Gaz didn't pay any attention and opened her own brown lunch bag. She took out a sandwich.
Dib grinned evily at Zim. "Just a little closer," Dib whispered to himself.
His foot tensing up, his hands gripping the edge of the table.
When Zim was walking just past Dib, Dib's foot shot out at intense speed.
Zim couldn't catch it in time and felt himself flying forward. His legs off the floor, his tray of food in his gloved hands in front of his green face. When those few seconds of flying ended, Zim found his face shoved right into the mountain of mashed potatoes, peas and meatloaf. Zim lifted his head up from the mixed face started to burn.
Everyone was laughing at him and making monkey noises. Their eyes bulged open and crying from laughing so hard. Zim quickly wiped off all the food from his face and glared at Dib.
Dib was also laughing at the sight. He was holding his stomach since it was hurting to where he was going to pop a gut. Zim got up, and wiped the rest of the food off his shirt. He grabbed his carton of milk off of his tray, and chucked it at Dib's head.
When the carton of milk and Dib's big head touched, the carton of milk opened and exploded all over Dib's face and clothes. Everyone saw the carton of milk explode on Dib's face and laughed even harder. Shaking their heads, and rolling on the floor holding their stomachs.
Gaz looked up and saw Dib soaked in white, filmy milk. Then she started to snicker. Zim looked over at Gaz laughing, he suddenly felt even more powerful and good.
Dib stopped wringing his clothes out and saw Zim smiling at Gaz. He hoped he wasn't dreaming.
HBefore he could jump to conclusions, he quickly jumped up on the table he was sitting at and screamed at the top of his lungs: "FOOD FIGHT!"
Everyone stopped laughing and then grabbed whatever piece of food they had on their trays and hurled the food at each other. Zim ran to his table and dove under. He sat cross- legged and watched the food fight war. Mashed potatoes were flung in the air from silver spoons. Peas were scattered on the floor. Meatloaf pieces stuck to the walls of the cafeteria.
Dib got down off the table with his own carton of milk in his hand. He searched the battlefield of the food fight war for Zim. He saw him under the table. "Coward," Dib murmured under his raised the carton of milk over his head, aimed, and fired.
Zim didn't notice Dib aiming the carton of milk at him but he did notice Gaz sitting next to him under the table.
Zim's face turned red. He looked down on the floor, trying to think of what to say. Gaz just watched the food fight, not really noticing. Zim looked at Gaz.
Suddenly the carton of milk hit Gaz. Gaz's purple hair was now a milky white glaze. Her head turned and looked straight at Dib through her wet strands of hair. Dib gasped in horror. He took a step back. Gaz got out from under the table and walked straight for Dib. Her eyes were a fiery red and her teeth clenched.
When she walked through the food fight battlefield, not a piece of food hit her. Even though a million pieces of food was going through the air at 75 miles per hour, it didn't touch her. She was walking through a dead zone, a place where it was impossible not to be hit by flinging food, but not Gaz.
Gaz kept walking through it and glared angrily at Dib the same evil look she gave to Iggens with the mathbook incident.
Zim watched in awe. His eyes wide with amazement. No human on Earth could compare to her.
Dib was paralyzed in fear he couldn't move. His eyes big with shock. He hit Gaz with the carton of milk and not Zim! How could that be?!
"Please Gaz, don't hurt me," Dib pleaded. Gaz didn't listen as she approached Dib. She grabbed Dib's shirt, pulled him up close to her face and said something Dib wished he wouldn't hear.
"You wont be able to feel anything when I'm done with you," she said angrily.
The food fight suddenly stopped. All the kids were caked with mashed potatoes and had peas in their hair. They saw what was happening with Gaz and Dib and stopped the fight to watch.
Zim still stayed under the table and didn't even blink. A small smile spreaded across his face. "This is going to be interesting," he said quietly to himself.
Gaz punched Dib right in the face, his glasses cracked and blood oozed from his nose and mouth. She punched him with one hand at rapid speed. Dib yelled and screamed in pain. The kids watched in horror and backed away a few steps. They didnt want to get hit.
After a couple more hard bone-cracking punches, Gaz took the beaten up Dib over to the hot gravy bin. Gaz shoved her older brother's head into the thick, brown, hot gravy. Thick bubbles popped on the surface of the gravy. Gaz pulled his face out of the bin and made him sit down against the wall.
His hair was matted and thick with brown, dripping goo. His tender, beaten face sizzling and smoking. Dib groaned weakly.
Gaz got up and walked out of the cafeteria.
Everyone whimpered and stood frozen where they were standing. Zim got up from under the table and watched Gaz walk down the hallway, away from the cafeteria. He smiled. Then the bell rang for recess. He walked toward the doors of the cafeteria, without forgetting to laugh at Dib's face, and then walked out of the cafeteria.
