Wassup? It's me. Johnny. Gasp, now you know my name. I promised you all noodles! AAAAAHH!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's your effing noodle!

Zim: There's only one noodle there... There's a LOT of them.

Me: *throws* Ahaha.... No... Stay back.... Uh.... ZADR!!! *throws pictures of ZADR out to the crowd. The girls stare at them in wonder, and the guys are confused* WAHAHAHA! GIR! TO THE BASE!

Gir: Whee-hee! I got monkeys in me!

Me: *hops on Gir's back* Aw, shit! You can't fly anymore! *runs away, dragging Gir behind by his hair*

Hey, you guys ever heard 'Girlfriends' in chipmunk? It's cool.

And we have Mori, Kyoya, Tamaki, and Haruhi filled. I'm surprised no fangirl has tried for Hunny.

Over the next few days, Dib's condition started to improve. He even felt well enough to go to skool the next Monday(after he had missed a week).

Dib had a mountain of make up work from the week he was absent. He sighed, sitting down at his desk. Dib was wondering how he would ever finish it all before graduation, when someone behind him yanked his scythe. "OW~~!!" Dib spun around to face the boy who normally sat behind him, and instead saw...

"Tak?" he asked. "W...Why are you here?"

"I transferred into this class while you were absent," she said smiling. "Were you alright?"

"I.. I'm fine," Dib stuttered.

"Good." Tak flashed perfectly white teeth. (I'm sorry, but have any of you noticed how straight and white and pretty Tak's teeth are compared to the rest of the cast?) She looked at Dib. "Do you have plans for the weekend?" she asked.

Dib's heart stopped. He felt a blush spread across his face. "N... N... No..." he answered.

"Well,'' said Tak, "Maybe we could get together, then. Just..." she got closer and put a hand on Dib's cheek. "... you and me. Together. What do you say, Dib?"

Dib felt warm. He gulped. "S...sure."

"Great. My house at, say, around 7 Friday night?"

"S... Sounds... good."

Tak took her hand away. "And Dib? My dad is away for the whole weekend." She winked. Dib almost melted.

Oh, wow. What a ho. Sorry, sorry, please continue. Don't mind me.

Dib went over to Zim's desk in 5th period. Gir was sitting on it.

"Do you have any candy?" he was asking Zim.

"No, Gir," he replied.

"Do you have any candy?"

"No."

"Do you have any candy?"

"No!"

"Do you have any candy? Do you have any candy? Do you have any candy? Do you have any candy? Do you have any candy?"

Zim began to hit himself in the head with a very big textbook.

Gir turned to Dib. "Do YOU have any candy?"

"What? No. But," said Dib. "I do have a date with Tak this Friday."

"Eh?" asked Zim. "What for? She's TAK."

"She's cute," said Dib. "And… she said we'd be alone."

Zim made a face. "Good for you… Why should Zim care?"

"That MEANS…" Dib blushed, and whispered into Zim's ear.

Zim yelped, and jumped about 4 feet into the air. "WHAAT?! THE WORLD NEEDS NO TINY BABY DIB-TAKS!!!!!" Gir looked very confused.

"Dib, you bad, bad boy you," said a voice. The others looked up to see Gam, the author's OC. "Don't stare. I know I'm sexy, but it's rude."

"Wow," said Dib. "Random OCs popping out from nowhere without any previous introduction or build up. Now I know I'm dreaming." He sighed. "And I really thought Tak liked me."

"You noob! You're not dreaming." Gam noticed the canon's eyes on him, and shrugged. "Our boy Jon's just freakin' nuts." Hey…. Don't call me nuts! I'll have you killed or raped or mysteriously turned into a duck and adopted by Gir! I can do that, y'know!

Zim looked up, down and all around in search of the mysterious voice, but couldn't find it. And Gam had randomly disappeared again. He was scared.

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

And now to randomly entertain or annoy you, Jonathan shall now say something random. I AM ZANDAR! KING OF CRETANS! MAY ALL LESSER CRETANS BOW BEFORE ME! NOW I USE MY NINJA POWERS! KAMEHAMEHA, OR SOME OTHER SHIT! SPARTAAAAAAAAAAA!

Now back to the story.

The little canon boys, whatever their group is called, all sat in Zim's room.

"How do I look?" asked Dib.

"Meh," scoffed Zim. "You look like a Dib."

Dib frowned. "Thanks a lot, Zim. Really."

Gir ran up and hugged Dib. "PRETTY!"

"Okay," said Dib. "Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but okay."

"NOW GO!" Zim shoved him out the door. "And be back before eleven! Call me when you get there! Be safe!"

"WHAT ARE YOU, MY MOM?!" Dib then left for Tak's house.

Now I am WAAAY too nice, and respect little Dib's privacy, so I won't go into too many details of their date. But I WILL tell you that this story is rated T, so maybe that's a good thing. Imagine from there.

Oh, woooow. Blushers, go ahead and blush, and get it out of your little Earth human systems. This is not madness, it's SPARTA! No, it's actually literature. I apologize, but it was necessary for the story. NECESSARY! And no, they didn't do THAT, I'll go ahead and tell you. So they didn't do THAT, what DID they do? They looked at… PICTURES OF KITTENS!!!

Zim: (gasp) DIB, YOU WERE SO YOUNG, SO INNOCENT! NOT KITTENS! NOOOO!

BWAHAHAHAHA! I am fully prepared to be disliked by Dib fangirls. And Tak fanboys (if those exist).

I have terrible, terrible news. Tomorrow, I head for the mountains with my grandparents and cousins. We'll have fun (despite the fact that I will be surrounded by WOMEN, annoying women, all of them related to me), but that means I won't be near a computer to type. Sorry! But you will all be with me in SPIRIT, and the extra daydream time will mean the next few chapters will be awesomeness incarnate. I tried to up the craziness factor by 78%. Did it work? Were you entertained? Feedback, people, please.