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Zim turned the key, it turned smoothly, with a satisfying clunk.
Closing his eyes Zim hoped for the hallway to be there, the wonderland where things were full of color and fun. He ignored the musty smell, ignored the chill of his spine...He wanted the wonderland.
Suddenly feeling a soft breeze, Zim opened his eyes slowly, a smile making its way on his lips as he whispered.
"I knew it was real."
Zim eagerly crawled out of the small tunnel-like hall way, expecting to hear the Other Mother humming a tune while cooking some delicious food, or the scent of some delicious dessert.
"Hello? Anyone home?" asked Zim, walking past the living room, stairs, and into the kitchen.
Zim gasped as he saw the kitchen table. Pizza, vort-dogs, cup-cakes, licky sticks and taquitos were placed on the tables surface along with a small decorated box with a note.
Zim smiled as he quickly read the note.
Dearest Zim, Mr. Rankle and Mrs. Bitters have invited you downstairs after lunch.
I hope you like the new outfit I made you.
Love, Mother.
Opening the box Zim gasped. Inside was an outfit made of dark pink cloth, egyptian cotton black leggings, leather gloves that fit perfectly and black leather boots.
"Oh... Sweet mother of Dookie," sighed Zim.
Best. Day. Ever.
After piging out and putting on his new outfit, Zim walked out of the house to the front porch with a loud-
*BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP*
Patting his sqeedly spooch, Zim hopped down the porch staris, satisfied. Looking out at his wonderland, which was now proven to be real. Zim couldn't help but wonder. It was lunch time...why is it still night time here?
"I am ZIM!" called out Zim, ignoring the night.
"meow," said a smooth and polite voice, snapping Zim out of his fun.
"Huh?" Zim looked up at the Other Pink Palace's roof and saw a small black cat sitting by the roofs edge, staring down at him with it's familiar reddish-brown eyes.
"Hmm, the Membranes have a cat like you at home," said Zim looking up at the cat.
"meow," said the black cat, jumping of the roof and landing perfectly on a rail that led to the basment flat.
"Not the quiet Membranes, the ones that talk too much," continued Zim, impressed that the cat can land perfectly on such a narrow space and act so casually.
"you must be the other cat," Zim said.
"No," said the cat.
Zim jumped back with a yelp, eyes widening.
The cat simply purred and let out a hissing laugh. Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Zim's head, the voice he thought in, only this voice was smooth and feminine, not at all like his own.
Which meant that this little feline was a girl.
"I'm not the other anything. I'm me," said the cat, proudly lifting her head. "You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean."
Zim slowly regained his composture, "umm...I can see you don''t have button eyes, but if your the same cat, how can you talk?"
"I just can," purred the cat, proudly puffing out her chest.
"Cats don't talk at home, cat's meow and purr but they don't talk," said Zim.
"no?" said the Cat.
"Nope," said Zim.
"Well, your clearly the expert on these things," said the cat, walking over to the parking lot and climbing on the branches the roots of the old fallen tree. Zim couldn't help but wonder for a brief moment where the car was.
"Afterall," continued the cat as Zim followed her. "how would I know, I'm just a big fat WUSS PUSS!"
Zim's antennae suddenly stood up straight in complete surprise. This was no ordinary cat. This was the Membrane's cat, Mimi.
"Come back, please? I'm sorry I called you that. I really am," said Zim rather sheepishly.
Mimi only huffed.
"We...we could be friends you know," said Zim, trying to get on Mimi's good side.
"We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants," said Mimi with an amused purr. "But we're not. At least, I'm not."
"Mimi," groaned Zim.
Mimi yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and a tongue that was really pink. "Call me that if you like, but cats don't have names," purred Mimi.
"No?" asked Zim, surprised.
"No," said Mimi," Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
It was official. Mimi was the Cheshire cat.
There was something irritating and self-centered about Mimi. As if she was, the only thing in any world or place that could possibly be of any imprtance.
Zim had to battle with himself over the idea of being rude to the cat, but Zim on the other hand wanted to befriend it.
"How'd you get here?" asked the young irken, finally.
"Like you did. I walked," said Mimi.
"That's not what I meant, how'd you get here?" asked Zim again.
"I've been coming here for a while,"said Mimi ignoring Zim's question and walking behind one of the thin tree roots, dissapearing rather that coming out the other side. Zim stared up at the spot where Mimi was standing in shock. How was that possible?
"H-how?" asked Zim.
"It's a game we play," purred Mimi, jumping out of a small hole from the trunk, surprising Zim. "She hates cats and tries to keep me out," she purred, stretching and sticking her head back into the hole, only to leave her tail showing.
"But she can't, of course,"purred Mimi, her head popping out of another whole on the top half of the fallen tree, which was behind him.
"I come and go as I please," said Mimi.
Zim, huffed in annoyance. This was the Cheshire cat of this world.
"What is this place?" asked Zim with a annoyed, yet surprised huff.
"It's here," said Mimi as a matter of factly.
" I can see that but-Wait. The Other Mother hates cats?" asked Zim, antennae shooting up again.
"Not like any Mother I've ever known," said Mimi with another hissing laugh.
"what do you mean? she's amazing!" said Zim.
"You probably think this world is a dream come true, but you're wrong. The Other Dib told me so," said Mimi, crawling out of the hole, her body intact as she walked up the blooming tree branches and onto the roof once again.
"That's nonsense he cant talk," said Zim.
Mimi laughed once again. "Perhaps not to you," she purred. We cat's however have far supirior senses than any other animal. None so can recieve the honer of reciving the name Felidae."
Zim, rolled his eyes as Mimi once again puffed up her chest in pride.
" Besides, with our supirior senses we can see and smell and...- SHH!" Hissed Mimi, listening intently at something that wasnt there. "I hear something. Right over..." Abruptly, Mimi turned and dashed away on the roof with a meow.
Zim stared up at the roof.
He wondered if cats could all talk where he came from and just chose not to, or whether they could only talk when they were 'here'- whatever 'here' was.
The Other world? 'Here'?
What did Mimi mean by that?
Zim's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a noise, orchestra music, tuning in before a show would begin. Remembering Mr. Rankle and Mrs. Bitter's invitation Zim quickly ran down the brick steps to the basement flat's door. Around the door was a chain of blue and red lightbulbs that flashed on and off spelling out words, the lights chasing each other around the door. On and off, around and around, ASTOUNDING! Was followed by THEATRICAL! and then TRIUMPH!
The door was open, just slightl. Zim knocked on it but the door swung open on it's own, and Zim walked in.
He was in a dark room that smelled of dust and velvet. Then there was that odd chill up his spine again.
Feeling some sort of cloth on his face, Zim raised his hands and pushed the cloth apart, he eventually found himself standing in a poorly lit theater. Far away, at the edge of the room, was a high wooden stage, empty and bare, a dim spotlight shining onto it from high above.
The show hadn't started yet.
There were seats between Zim and the stage. Rows and rows of seats. Apparantly the theatre was pretty fancy, complete with a second and third floor (how that was possible, Zim did not know) and some VIP balconies, as well as a large orchestra pit where some of the music he heard before was coming from.
A light was suddenly cast upon Zim, temporarily blinding him and causing him to hiss in discomfort.
He heard shuffling noise. Blinking, Zim looked down at a large black Scottie dog. witha flashlight being carried in it's mouth, its muzzle grey with age.
"Hello," said Zim, still blinking.
The dog put the flashlight donw on the floor, and looked up at him. "Right. let's see your ticket," said the dog gruffly.
Zim jumped back. Dogs could talk too?
"Huh?" Zim asked, finally noticing the button eyes where the dog's eyes where supposed to be.
"I said, Ticket. I haven't got all day, you know. You can't watch the show without a ticket." said the dog.
"I-I don't have a ticket," said Zim, his statement sounding more like a question.
"Another one." said the dog gloomily. "Come with me, your going to have to sit upstairs- Oh?"
the dog looked back to see the Other Gaz waving rather cheerfuly at him.
"Nevermind, Zim. Come with me, I'll lead you to your seat, pardon my mistake," said the old scottie, picking up the flashlight again and motioning for Zim to follow him and the Other Gaz down to their assigned seat.
Zim followed after, his eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness and realizing that all the inhabitants of the seats wer dogs, waging their tails and panting in exightment for the show.
"'ere 'ou go," said the dog, it's words muffled by the flashlight in it's mouth. Apparantly Zim was to be seated in the front row.
"thank you," said Zim as he sat down next to the Other Dib, the Other Gaz sitting next to Zim so he could be in the middle.
The old scottie trotted off, back to the entrance.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," whispered Zim.
The Other Dib, simply smiled and shrugged as The Other Gaz only nodded in understanding.
"Hey where's Gir?" asked Zim.
"HERE I AM!" shouted Gir from behind Zim, earnign him some hissing shushes and angry 'be quiet's.
"Sowwy," said Gir, sitting back down.
There was a sudden silence, and the spot light on the stage brightened. From a small gap in the curtain, Zim could see some dogs running on little wheels in order to operate the scenes and curtains. They reminded Zim of hamsters.
Music suddenly started playing, curtains parting and scenes being set.
A sailors ship and the Other Mr. Rankle (with button eyes, well eye and eyepatch of course) playing the role as a handsome merman.
Pfft, more like old fart merman.
"he's practically naked!" whispered Gir.
Gir was right, the Other Mr. Rankle was shirtless and was only in fishy tailfins.
"I'm known as the siren of all seven seas, the breaker of hearts by the bay.
So if you go swimin' with full breasted women, I might steal their weak heart's away!" sang Other , dissapearing behind the curtain as the new setting was being lowered.
The crowd clapped/yipped in apprechiation for the performance.
Now it was the Other Mrs. Bitter's turn and well-
"Oh my God!" gasped Zim.
The Other Mrs. Bitters was dressed as Venus, and with only jeweled seashells covering her boobs.
It was not pretty.
"A big-bottomed sea witch may bob through the waves and hope to lead sailers astray, but a true ocean goddess must fill out her bodice, to present an alluring display," sang the Other Mrs. Bitters.
"This is going to give me nightmares," groaned Zim.
"Beware of old oysters to large in the chest, lets banish them from the buffet, I'm far mor nutricious," sang the Other Mr. Rankle disagreeing with his wife.
"You smell like the fishes!" complained Other Mrs. Bitters.
"did I hear a banshee?" asked Other Mr. Rankle.
"you're sea green with with envy!" said Other Mrs. Bitters.
"this handsome merman-"
"No, I, birth of venus," cried Other Mrs. Bitters.
"will send sailors swooning all day" they both sang. Earning the barks/claps of the audience.
"Look out!" barked a voice.
"Oh no!" screeched the Other Mrs. Bitters as she toppled over, a scenery practically falling from the ceiling.
Apparantly a rope snapped.
The curtains quickly shut as the audience barked in worry. Zim of course couldn't bark but instead let his antennae twitch in worry.
Suddenly a small dog pushed a small bucket of water onto the center of the stage. From above the stage, Mr. Rankle and Mrs. Bitters walked to the edges of what seemed to be diving boards.
"I can't look," whimpered Gir.
"This is my favorite part,"whispered a dog.
"Ready to break a leg, Lucile?" asked the Other Mr. Rankle.
"our lives for the theatre, Slab," said Other Mrs. Bitters.
Soon enough as they jumped their faces and bodies split, faces opened making it seem as if their bodies where empty shells. Out of the old empty bodies jumped out two figures, quickly catching on to their individual trapezes and meeting in mid swing, showing themselves off the the audience.
"WOAH!" cried Zim, as the dogs barked and thumped their tails against their seats in aplause.
The new Other was young, handsome and pale, brunette, wearing green tights, and brown boots that went up to his knees, and yet being young, he still kept his eyepatch.
The new Other Mrs. Bitters was even more impressive. She was thin and pale, with flowers in her long yellow hair and pink tights hugging her youthful body as well as some pretty brown boots that made most of their way up her legs, and on her left ring finger was a large pearl ring.
A perfomance by the husband and his wife.
The two finally let go of each other and started to perform flips and swings on the trapeezes, swinging around the whole theatre as they recited a passage from William Shakespeare's Hamlet.
"what a peice of work is man
how noble in reason
how infinate in faculty is form and moving how express and admirable!
in action like an angel.
In comprehension, how like a god!"
Zim suddenly gasped and yelped as the Other practically plucked him out of his seat and started fliping the young irken in the air.
"the beauty of the world.
The parragon of animals!"
"yeah!" shouted Zim as he held on to the Other , laughing as the man threw him high up into the air.
Zim finally reached the high point of the throw, stopping only for a few seconds infront of a balcony on the third flor. A scottie quickly licked his cheek, causing the irken to smile rather uncomfortably as he started to fall.
Looking down, Zim realized. No one was there to catch him.
The Other and Mrs. Bitters had already fallen into the bucket full of water. How that was possible Zim didn't know, but the important thing was.
NO ONE WAS GOING TO CATCH HIM.
"Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!" screamed Zim as he fell. Noticing a trapeeze Zim quickly made a grab for it, swinging on it a few times before his hands slipped.
"An applause for our star!" shouted the Other Mrs. Bitters, voice smooth and angelic as she caught the now hyperventalating irken.
The dogs barked in exightment.
Zim smiled as he heard the cheering barks.
"Well done! Well done!" praised the Other Mr. Rankle, voice youthful and thick, "Lucile and I proudly presend a new and exciting addendum to our theatrical exposition. Zim Vasquez!"
Zim was now sitting down, back pressed against his seat as he tried to breathe a little more calmly. The Other Membranes payed little attention to him and continued to watch the rest of the show.
The Other Mr. Rankle was now riding a one-wheeled bycicle while juggling balls.
The Other Mrs. Bitters was back stage looking for something.
"You okies Zim?" asked Gir, patting Zim on the head as the irken tried to relax.
"Yes, Gir. I'm fine," sighed Zim watching the Other jump off his unicycle and bowing.
"Here," Gir quickly placed a blooming rose into Zim's lap. Zim smiled as he sniffed at the rose. It smelled like chocolate.
"Thank you Gir," he mumbled.
"Is this a daggar I see before me?" asked the Other Mrs. Bitters holding up a large knife.
"Yes!" shouted the dogs,"It is!"
The Other Mrs. Bitters slaped her thigh, earning another set of woofs.
Zim chuckled as he heard the dogs yipping and panting. The Other Gaz seemed to be enjoying herself, but the Other Dib seemed to be rather nervous as well as Gir.
Zim suddenly remembered his dream about Gir and what Mimi had said about Dib and this wonderland, how what Zim thought was wrong.
The cold feeling suddenly returned causing him to shiver.
"Now hold still little one, a clap for the volunteer," Said the Other .
How could Zim be wrong? He was Zim, he was never wrong...right?
*POP*
Zim's head shot up, his attention to the stage.
Gir had been picked out as a volunteer for an act. the Other Mr. Rankle would blind fold the Other Mrs. Bitter's button eyes and she would aim for a balloon on the top of Gir's head.
The poor this was scared to death, its hands squeezed into tiny little fists.
Thank goodness the Other Mrs. Bitters didn't miss.
With a few barks and yips of approval, Gir greatfully sighed and waved, the Other Mr. Rankle handing him a small box of chocolates as the robot quickly jumped off the stage.
"you were very good," said the little scottie next to Gir's seat as the robot sat down.
At the moment the Other Mr. Rankle and Mrs. Bitters were juggling with huge wooden clubs.
Zim turned around in his seat to face Gir and the little scottie, not really caring if it was rude or not to do so.
"Are the chocolates good?" asked Zim.
Nodding, Gir stuffed a handful of chocolates into his mouth and handed one to Zim.
Zim couldn't really see what the chocolate was, so he had to take an experimental bite of it. It was coconut. Zim didn't really like coconut that much.
Zim's antennae swayed slightly as he saw the little scottie next to Gir staring at the chocolate in the robot's lap rather longingly.
"You want some chocolate?" asked Zim.
"Yes, please,"whispered the dog." Only not the tofee ones. They make me drool."
Zim gave the coconut filled chocolate to the dog, amused.
"Thank you," said the dog, waging it's tail.
"Your welcome," said Zim " I thought chocolate wasn't very good for dogs."
Zim remembered that Mrs. Bitters (the one from his world) had once told him about chocolate being poisonous to dogs.
"Maybe where you come from. Here, it's all we eat," said the dog, licking Gir's chocolate covered face.
The robot giggled as the dog licked away at his metalic chocolate covered cheeks.
"What's in a name?"asked the Other Mrs. Bitters, "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
A skit from Romeo and Juliet was being performed. The Other was sitting atop of a step ladder and the Other Mr. Rankle was standing at the bottom.
"Do you have anymore chocolate?" asked the dog.
Gir nodded and handed the dog another chocolate, gigling as the dog licked his fingers.
"What happens when they're done with this bit?" asked Zim.
"This part finishes soon, then they start folk dancing," responded the dog.
"How long does this go on for?" asked Zim.
"I know not how to tell thee who I am," said the Other Mr. Rankle to the Other Mrs. Bitters.
"Forever and always," whispered a few dogs in unsion, creeping the living daylights out of Zim.
Maybe Mimi was right...
Okay folks, thats chapter ten! sorry for any spelling errors or grammar. Microsoft word is not available to me at the moment.
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