A 'normal' day.
Dib kicked a piece of scrap metal out of his way as he walked over to the door.
He had been trying to repair Tak's ship since that whole Peace Day nightmare, but with absolutely no luck.
He had fixed the body of the ship, but the computer was completely fried…
Earth technology was just barely advanced enough to make it capable of flight, but the computer components were just incompatible.
At this rate he would be better off taking what he had learned from it and building a new one from scratch.
Dib sighed in frustrated resignation, realizing just how much time he had wasted on the piece of junk, and closed the garage door.
He had to find a way to get all the way out to Pluto and stop whatever monstrosity Zim was hiding there.
His overactive imagination wouldn't let him sleep until he did…
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Zim made a triumphant noise as he removed the high-tech gloves and goggles that allowed him to control the robot drone he had left on the dwarf planet.
It was far too cold for him to spend any real amount of time there.
He hated the cold almost more than anything and Earth winters were bad enough…
He was glad he had thought to make improvements to the Voot's heating system well before he put this new and ingenious plan into action.
The invader had been working, mostly hunched over a control station, for nine hours straight .
His poor spine was begging him to stand and stretch, popping loudly as he did so.
His antennae picked up a strange, high pitched sound coming from the ground level of the base.
Realization and horror crossed his face as he recognized the sound.
A young human scream.
He dashed up to the 'living room' and his jaw fell open in shock.
"Hi, son!"
"Come have dinner with us!"
The robot 'father' was holding a child high against the wall, while the 'mother' was using her extendable arms to stuff waffles down the kid's throat.
Gir was running back and forth, delivering more waffles.
The little boy being held captive had tears and snot running down his face and his belly was swollen painfully.
"What do you think you're doing?! Stop this madness this instant!" Shouted the distressed irken as he shoved the robo-parents away.
The kid immediately bolted out the door as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, then puked in the yard.
Zim donned his disguise and ran after him, screaming about how normal they were to anyone he could see.
He soon stepped back inside, closing the door and sliding down it to sit on the floor.
Pulling his knees to his chest and covering his face with his hands, he began grumbling in his native language.
"Aw, what's wrong, son?" Asked the 'father'. "Do you miss your little friend already?"
"We still have plenty of waffles!" Exclaimed the 'mother' with a huge smile.
Zim just stared blankly at them, one eye twitching.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU ALMOST DID?!" Zim exploded.
"I made baaaacon waffles!" Chimed Gir cheerfully as he skipped into the room.
It only took one look at the murderous expression on his master's face before he turned and skipped right back into the kitchen.
Even the usually oblivious Gir knew that look.
It took every ounce of control in his body for Zim not to shred the two happily grinning robots on the spot.
After he took a moment to swallow his rage, he stood and swiftly deactivate them before throwing them roughly into their closet.
"Computer! Why didn't you alert me there was a human in the base?!"
"You said not to interrupt you're brilliant work for any reason, then threatened to put me in an automated vacuum cleaner if I did."
All Zim could do was mumble irken swears as he double checked the door was locked and the gnomes were activated.
Gir just watched from his seat on the kitchen toilet, munching on his bacon waffles.
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Dib sat on his roof, looking up at the first stars of the night.
Ha had to figure out how to stop whatever horrors Zim had planned this time.
He twirled the pen in his fingers, the notebook forgotten at his side as he lay there, wracking his brain.
At that moment, he heard a strange, garbled screaming and babbling.
He sat up and watched a very bloated looking boy running panicked down the street, puking every so often.
He decided to head to his room early that night.
Sorry for the lack of updates...
Been busy with holiday and family drama...
Things will hopefully ramp up soon.