WHO'S ON THE CAN?
AT ZIM'S HOME WHICH IS ALL CRAZY!
Professor Membrane had his hand on his chin as he observed all the chaos that erupted around them. Dib browse with a smirk in his face as Zim's plan has once again blow up in his green face! He looks over with a snigger until he saw Gaz. She held her hands over her face. Dib's smirk dropped to a sympathetic frown. He felt bad that Zim had screwed up Gaz's plan and her chances for her belt. Dib tugged at his dad's sleeve, "DAD!" Dib said to his father, "its not what you think! Unless… you think he is an alien, then… OWE!" Gaz pinched Dib on his arm! She glared at him and said under her breath, "fix this!" Dib looked bewildered and pondered, "uh, dad? Listen, it isn't that bad… its… it's…" Dib survey all the craziness going on, he threw his hands up, exasperated, "Oh forget it Gaz! He boned it up big time on this one! What can I say to fix this?" Gaz looked down in defeat, and placed her hands over her face once again.
Zim peeled the weasel monster from his face and chucked it at a trashcan that had descended from the ceiling. He slammed the lid on it and sat on it to prevent the mutant pest from escaping. Gaz raised her face from her hands. She wanted to scream out her aggravation and disappointment! She wanted to get livid at Zim for being such a screw up! However, as she observe Zim try to gather the little weasel monster monkey thingies, she puckered her brow as she look all around her. This was her fault after all. She took the chance. Zim was just being himself; she tried to make him what he was not. Which is normal? Even though it was for one night. The fact is that Zim tried. He did, he really really did, and it was all for her sake. Whatever that reason was… she become conscious that she was angry with herself and here she was feeling sorry for herself!
She did not want to stand around being pitiful! She yanked a weasel monkey demon from the wall and punched it hard! It felt good to take out her aggression! Gaz leap up and grabs one that is hanging from the pipes overhead and knocks it out! She had two weasel monkey demons at each hand, "ZIM! Open the lid! QUICK!" Zim hopped down from the trashcan and complied. She chucked them in. in some way, she felt better! She continued to catch them and knock them out with a variety of punches and kicks. Zim tried to catch them, but Gaz was doing such an excellent job in getting them, that all he could do to was open the lid of the trashcan and chuck them in! One scamper to hide under the sofa, Gaz reached underneath and pulled out the shrill mutant weasel, Gaz thump it on the head! "Zim!" Zim turned to her and lifted the lid; she dribbles it a few times on the floor, and pitches it in as if it was a basketball! It made it in no rim! "Yes!" she smiled as she made a victory thrust with her fist! The professor was observing all the craziness going on around. The electronic devices were whizzing overhead, and coming in and out of the wall! Subsequently the Professor caught Gaz's expression as she had chucked the strange creature into the can! He raised a brow as he observed her as she went about whack the pests around her. The Professor approached Zim. Zim looked up apprehensive at the tall parental unit of Gaz. He was expecting anything from the Professor now! From pointing his finger at Zim and accusing him in being an alien or that he could not help Gaz in her challenge! That Zim was anything… except…
"Well my boy," the Professor chuckled as he clapped his hand on Zim's thin shoulder; Zim flinched expecting a strike, "No wonder Gaz had picked you as her friend!" Gaz at hearing this paused at her weasel monkey demon bopping and looked astound at her father's tone of voice. The Professor continued proudly, "you my boy are a man of science! As I can see here!" Zim looked around gaping, too bowled over to speak, "Don't agonize my boy! We all have had experiments detonate in our faces! Why even I had done a few blunders myself. Others who were imperceptive to the ways of science would accuse me of being mad, or heh, an alien! How ridiculous is that?" Zim's expression went from terror to a weak nervous chuckle, Zim gulped, "yeah, ho-ho how funny… heh heh…" Zim replied feebly. The professor gave a chortle, "and don't be dishearten at this! Why this happens in our household every week almost!" The Professor pointed out at Dib's direction. "Dib here once raised the dead" "Oh come on! I said I was sorry!" Dib interrupted. The Professor continued on, "and Gaz here conduct experiments in robotics with her toys! They ate the cat!" Gaz shrugged at this," "oh Yeah, they did." Gaz said.
"What I see here is some true potential in you my boy. And as I said in the past" then the Professor took a dramatic pose as he placed his left fist to his hip, and with the right fist he held it high, "every mistake takes us that much closer to the truth!" Dib gaped in shock! His dad just witnessed alien technology going hey wire in front of him and was still blind to Zim being an alien! He slapped his hand to his face in frustration! Gaz let out her breath in relief. She leaned back to the wall. It was as if all the pressure that built up finally released!
The Professor walked over to Gaz and looked down to her as he softly said, "I see Gaz, that you will be in good hands." Gaz looked down and nodded. She felt her throat get tight. She then flung herself to her father's legs and hugged him. "Don't go… please stay…" she whispered so softy as she hugged him goodbye. She released her father and then she turned to Dib. Dib pulled her into a hug. She let him and hugged him back. Dib whispered to her, "I am so sorry Gaz." She tightened her hug as if to say without words it was all right. Dib did not want to let go of her. It was one of those rare hugs, which he never wanted to end. Zim saw them hugging and he seethed inside. He watched where Dib placed his hands! Dib dare try to do stuff to Gaz right in Zim's presence! If Zim were not trying to keep the lid shut with his booty, Zim would have kicked Dib's booty! The Professor then turned to the robot-parents. "Well, we have to be going, and I am more than happy to have met you little fellow." Zim snapped out of his thoughts as he turned to the Professor and he could only give a meek wave. "Eh, ok… bye?" the Professor then tapped Dib on the shoulder and the siblings pulled apart. Gaz stood there with an expressionless face. She waved as the Professor and Dib walked out the door and left.
DIB AND THE PROFESSOR DRIVE TO THE AIRPORT…
As the Professor and Dib drove, off. Dib sat in the front seat with his arms folded and a feeling of despondency. Dib did not want to go! He wanted to see Gaz earn her belt! He wanted his dad to listen to the truth in Dibs words! He did not want to take the credit away from Tak on her ship! He wanted everyone to know there were aliens! Tak is… err… was an alien of vast ingenuity and intricate in her design for conquest! If it was not for… Gaz? Zim? Dib glower and sulk. The professor interrupted Dib's thoughts, "Did you see son?" Dib raised his head and looked confound at his dad. "See what?" "Did you see Gaz smile? She actually… (Sigh) oh never mind…" the Professor looked ahead on the road as he continued to drive. Dib looked out the window and he recognizes, that she did smile… she had been doing that a lot more lately. Dib contemplate this as they drove on to the airport. "You know dad, she did smile."
ZIM'S HOME… WHO IS ON THE CAN?
Gaz walked over to the sofa and kicked her shoes off as she took a seat. She sighed as she leaned back on the thick cushions. What a day this was! She felt all her energy drained. Gaz leaned back and she closed her eyes. Respite from all the craziness that had just taken place. Zim hopped right beside her on the sofa and took a deep intake of breath "That went smoooooooothly!" he sighed. He gleam a wide smile to himself as he nestle his head into the sofa cushions. Gaz raised her head from the cushions and gave him a peculiar look at him. She wanted to give him a smack on the back of his head. Barring she was bushed and rested back.
At that moment, she raised her head to Zim, as something became apparent to her, Gaz asked "Zim?" Zim opened his tired optic orb to her, "hmm?" respond Zim. "Who's sitting on the can? I mean the trashcan?" Gaz gave a slightly bothered look to him. "Oh I have GIR sitting on the can!" "GIR?" Gaz ask with a heavy hint of skepticism. At that point, GIR frolic by "I AM GOING TO GET A SUPER SUCK SLURRRRPYEEE FOR MY NEW MONKEY FRIENDS!" Zim jolt up from his seat, "GIR! DID I NOT ORDER YOU TO SIT ON THE CAN AND KEEP IT SHUT?" GIR put his little black paw to his chin and tilted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, "OH YEEAAAAAH… Okee dokee! See you later! Doom- Dee- dodo- do" GIR skipped away. There was a reverberating sound from overhead and Zim watched in alarm as the sound came closer from above. Gaz took a sofa cushion and shielded herself below it. Instantaneous downpour of mutant weasel monkey demons assail on their heads. Zim thrash his arms about, screaming, as he is overwhelm by the onslaught! Gaz grumbles under her breath, as the pests bounced off her sofa cushion "idiot."