Too Late

When he was traveling, he was filled with courage and confidence. Now he felt like he was filled with live spiders that had just eaten a large helping of lead. He wanted it to end, to be over. The only way out is to head right in, or so says his home room teacher. But then again, he hated his home room teacher. She was such a-

BEEP!

That was the gnome-alert he had installed. He was there.

"Activate invisibility!" He commanded the ship. Almost immediately, the gnomes adjusted there attention to a near-by squirrel. Apparently, Zim hadn't upgraded them. He didn't want to attract any attention to himself, so he put on his dad's old invisibility suit. It was technically his, since his dad made it for him, but he never let him use it. It was pretty old, going back all the way to when he had begged his dad to make him it because of his Harry Potter craze. He carefully crept past the gnomes, not daring to make a sound, and then silently opened the window. Strangely enough, he hadn't locked them. He suspiciously walked towards the kitchen, where lay a humongous stack of waffles, most with mold growing on them. He went up to the toilet and jumped in; nothing happened. He tried everything. He lifted the seat, repeated numerous likely passwords, and when most of his hope had left, leaned back, thinking of something he hadn't tried. His elbow slipped, and fell on the handle.

Duh!

How hadn't he thought of that before? He pushed the handle, but instead of flushing, the bottom slowly lowered, finally revealing the elevator underneath. He jumped in. It took several minutes, but he finally reached the labs, but no one was there. The TV in the corner was on, and the reporters were nervously talking about a gaping hole in the center of the park. He was too late.