Notes: I'm continuing this IZ fic whether you like it or not. I'm going to
be gone on a vacation for a week, so I'm trying to update all my stories
today. That's a lot of work, because I have like 8 stories. Most of them no
one likes. Oh well. Let's try to get this fic some more reviews, okay? ^_^
Chapter Two: The Promotional Moose-tache Part II
By The Amazing Ying Fa
"All right, children, take you seats," Ms. Bitters told her class. She noticed that the crazy little green child, Zim, was missing, but she didn't really give it much thought. "Take off your shoes! We will be dissecting them today."
Dib raised his hand. "Um, Ms. Bitters, shouldn't we be dissecting frogs or hobos?" he asked.
"No," Ms. Bitters replied. "There were too many angry complaints to the school board by angry parents with angry lawsuits. That's why there's no more money for dissection tools, so you'll have to bite your shoes apart."
The door suddenly slammed open. Zim stepped into the classroom, looking triumphant. The children all looked confused. "You are impressed, no?" Zim asked as he took his seat. "You are all overwhelmed by my amazing Moose- tache."
"Look at Zim! He's wearing a fake mustache!" Dib laughed.
"Hey, Dib, shut up." Zita said. "He's obviously wearing one of the promotional Moose-taches my dad sent out. He works for the Moosey Fate Company."
"Now kneel before Zim!" Zim shouted as he jumped up on his desk.
"Zim, sit down." Ms. Bitters demanded. "Now, take off your shoes and prepare them for today's lesson." She looks over to Zim's desk and sees that he is not there any longer. Then you see Zim clinging to Ms. Bitters' head, Happy Noodle Boy-style.
"Obey me!" he shouted. "Do you invoke the wrath of the Moose-tache?"
"It's just a stupid mustache, Zim. It doesn't give you any power." Dib said.
"Lies!" Zim yelled. Ms. Bitters takes him off her head and throws him into his seat.
"I'm not lying, Zim," Dib argued. "Mustaches don't give people power. They're just wads of shredded tree bark."
Zim took off the Moose-tache and examined it. "But it's so disgusting," he commented. "Something like that would surely makes humans bow down and give in to my every command."
The sound of Ms. Bitters' growling can be heard. "Give me that Moose- tache!" she stood up and snatched the Moose-tache out of Zim's hand and stuffed it into her hair. "Now no one gets it."
"You will pay, Dib worm," Zim said. "You will pay!"
"Right," Dib mumbled.
Zim cackled evilly and then began to hiss at Dib.
Zita raised her hand. "Um, Ms. Bitters, Zim is crazy. Can he stand in the corner and chew on the chalk."
"Good idea, Zita." Ms. Bitters agreed. "Melvin, get me the chewing chalk."
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Okay, that's it for the Moose-tache. This chapter was pretty dumb, but that's okay. I'll write another one talking about GIR and the Sesame Street brand toothpaste. Give me more ideas for things to give the IZ cast. Something for Dib and something for Gaz. Help me out, people!
Chapter Two: The Promotional Moose-tache Part II
By The Amazing Ying Fa
"All right, children, take you seats," Ms. Bitters told her class. She noticed that the crazy little green child, Zim, was missing, but she didn't really give it much thought. "Take off your shoes! We will be dissecting them today."
Dib raised his hand. "Um, Ms. Bitters, shouldn't we be dissecting frogs or hobos?" he asked.
"No," Ms. Bitters replied. "There were too many angry complaints to the school board by angry parents with angry lawsuits. That's why there's no more money for dissection tools, so you'll have to bite your shoes apart."
The door suddenly slammed open. Zim stepped into the classroom, looking triumphant. The children all looked confused. "You are impressed, no?" Zim asked as he took his seat. "You are all overwhelmed by my amazing Moose- tache."
"Look at Zim! He's wearing a fake mustache!" Dib laughed.
"Hey, Dib, shut up." Zita said. "He's obviously wearing one of the promotional Moose-taches my dad sent out. He works for the Moosey Fate Company."
"Now kneel before Zim!" Zim shouted as he jumped up on his desk.
"Zim, sit down." Ms. Bitters demanded. "Now, take off your shoes and prepare them for today's lesson." She looks over to Zim's desk and sees that he is not there any longer. Then you see Zim clinging to Ms. Bitters' head, Happy Noodle Boy-style.
"Obey me!" he shouted. "Do you invoke the wrath of the Moose-tache?"
"It's just a stupid mustache, Zim. It doesn't give you any power." Dib said.
"Lies!" Zim yelled. Ms. Bitters takes him off her head and throws him into his seat.
"I'm not lying, Zim," Dib argued. "Mustaches don't give people power. They're just wads of shredded tree bark."
Zim took off the Moose-tache and examined it. "But it's so disgusting," he commented. "Something like that would surely makes humans bow down and give in to my every command."
The sound of Ms. Bitters' growling can be heard. "Give me that Moose- tache!" she stood up and snatched the Moose-tache out of Zim's hand and stuffed it into her hair. "Now no one gets it."
"You will pay, Dib worm," Zim said. "You will pay!"
"Right," Dib mumbled.
Zim cackled evilly and then began to hiss at Dib.
Zita raised her hand. "Um, Ms. Bitters, Zim is crazy. Can he stand in the corner and chew on the chalk."
"Good idea, Zita." Ms. Bitters agreed. "Melvin, get me the chewing chalk."
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Okay, that's it for the Moose-tache. This chapter was pretty dumb, but that's okay. I'll write another one talking about GIR and the Sesame Street brand toothpaste. Give me more ideas for things to give the IZ cast. Something for Dib and something for Gaz. Help me out, people!