Sunday morning peaked over Earth's horizon. The sun's early light breached through the atmospherically sealed windows of the Irken Space Station and cast rays of warm sunshine to the candied carnage upon the floor of the Observation Deck. There was an eerie peace in the aftermath of the massacre, though it would be short lived as our anti-heroes knew that soon another wave of marshmallow monstrosities would be charging up from the breach.
Zim wiped the Irken sweat from his brow, "Is there no end to these things?!" He said, ejecting the depleted ammo cell from his rifle, replacing it with a fresh, green, Smiley-Faced Cell. "We are running dangerously low on Ammunition!"
"Gee, I wonder how that happened." Gaz grumbled, looking over to the massive pile of Empty, Red, Frowny-Faced Ammo Cells around the Irken's feet. Her own depleted cells were policed and were far fewer in number than her green partner's.
"It seems as though I underestimated the Queen Bunny. She is replenishing her minions' numbers far faster than I had intended!" Zim rubbed his chin in thought.
"THEY'S BREEDIN' LIKE RABBITS!" Commented GIR, who was currently sitting in a puddle of the dead beasts, dining upon the confectionery carrion.
Gaz growled, "Then let's FIND this big, ugly mother and microwave her fat-"
Zim interrupted the human, "WAIT! That's it! To end these terrible waves of ravenous rabbits we must put an end to their QUEEN! I'm a genius!"
"That's what I just said, you idiot!" Gaz sneered at her companion as the Marshmallows' War Chant could be heard, growing louder as they approached the trio's position.
Chubby Bunny! Chubby Bunny! CHUBBY BUNNY!
"Fine! Whatever! Great plan, Zim!" Gaz gritted her teeth as she faced the breach. This was going to get messy. "Locate the Queen. I'll hold 'em off."
Zim tossed his rifle to the violent, violet-haired girl and raced over to the console on the far side of the Deck, "I should be able to locate the position of the Queen Bunny using the Station's bio-scanners! Just give me one minute and we shall find the vile mother!"
"Less explaining, more searching!" Gaz shouted at the Irken as she leaped up on the consoles they had been using for cover, laser rifle in each hand and brow furrowed in deadly determination as the Bunnies emerged from the hall. Gritting her teeth, she brought Bunnie upon Bunnie down in a rain of laserfire. Alternating fire from each rifle, the human held the line as Zim finished his search.
"AHA! The Bunny Queen has made her lair in the landing bay! SUCCESS! But, what's this? The bay doors aren't responding?" Zim slammed his fist upon the console, "CURSES! We'll have to activate them manually if we want to flush the Queen out of the ship!"
"Perfect!" Gaz shouted in frustration, blowing the faces off two bunnies with one shot, "Have a plan for getting us there, genius?!"
"Just one!" Zim said, activating a section on the wall opposite the breach and revealing another weapon rack, this one holding a variety of what looked like two-and-a-half inch thick cylinders. The Irken plucked one of the weapons from the rack and activated it, a blade made of laser sprouting from it, "An elegant weapon of a more hacky-slashy age!"
Gaz looked over her shoulder at the new arsenal, one eye wide open, betraying just the slightest hint of her surprise. "Oh, yeah. That'll work." She turned back towards the advancing bunny swarm, her rifles out of ammo, she tossed them aside. Pulling the pin on a plasma grenade with her teeth, she lobbed the explosive into the oncoming mass of marshmal-lagomorphs and leaped towards the rack of Laserswords. The resulting explosion making for an impressive backdrop as she sailed through the air, landing expertly in front of the rack as bunnies screamed in agony.
"Now, true mastery of the Lasersword takes years to master, human." Zim began to explained, ignoring the sound of the squealing GIR as the robot had been made airborne during the explosion and soon became intimately, yet briskly, familiar with the wall. "But, in the interest of not being devoured by angry marshmallows, Zim will allow you use of this bread knife!" He said, smiling as he held up a puny Lasersword used to quickly make toast.
However, Gaz had already chosen, and was currently twirling rather expertly, a twin pair of double-bladed Laserswords. She opened one eye to regard the tiny weapon, "Yeah, you can keep that one. Now shut up, Zim..." She dropped down into a crouch, ready to leap back into the fray.
"It's Rabbit Season."
Meanwhile, back on Earth.
Dib was beginning to wake up. After the incident with the pizza delivery ship, the human had found that all of his delicate, hidden cameras had been destroyed by a strange sound during the spaceship's landing. Turns out the delivery boy had the stereo blaring the latest, hottest beats from the club.
"What passes for music these days, huh?" Skoodge had said.
Well, with all of Dib's digital equipment destroyed, they were forced to switch to Plan B: Hiding in a bush with a Polaroid camera and hoping to snap a picture of Bigfoot. Whilst not the most technologically advanced plan, Dib's sheer determination would be enough to see it through. Right up to the point where he fell asleep.
"Ugh... What time is it?" Dib groggily said as he stirred from his slumber, he gave a gasp and sat upright, realization coming over him, "BIGFOOT!"
No. There was no Bigfoot. Only Skoodge.
"Mornin', buddy! Y'have a nice sleep cycle?" Skoodge was sitting upon a log, poking at the beginnings of a campfire with a stick.
"I fell asleep?" Dib said, "Aw, man! This happens every year! I stay up late and try to catch a picture of Bigfoot and he never comes!"
"Yeah, sorry about that, buddy." The Irken said, trying to console his bigheaded friend, "But, I was awake all night and I didn't see him either. All I saw was this big, hairy guy heading north. Nice guy, I think he was Canadian."
Dib's jaw dropped, "Big... hairy guy?"
"Yeah." Skoodge replied and pointed to the ground. There upon the ground were big, bare footprints. Bigfoot tracks.
Dib stared agasp, "Skoodge! That big, hairy Canadian WAS Bigfoot!"
"Really? His feet didn't look THAT big." Skoodge looked truely surprised at this turn of events, "...I thought he said his name was Jacques."
The bigheaded boy decided not to waste anymore time, snatching up his backpack and the primitive camera in a flash, "The trail is still fresh! We can catch up to him if we hurry! C'mon, Skoodge..."
Dib clenched his fist, brow furrowed in in determination, "It's Duck Season... I mean, Bigfoot Season!"
"Gee, don'cha wanna have breakfast, first?" The fat Irken said, holding up a pine cone he'd skewered on a stick. Dib slapped his hand to his forehead in frustration and after a brief argument they were off on the trail of Bigfoot.