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Chapter 2: A Living Nightmare
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It had been about ten minutes and Dib had already
been tortured beyond belief. Now, Dib was huddled in a
corner under the couch with his long tail around his feet.
Gir looked under the couch and saw Dib hunched
in the corner shivering.
"Come on out kitty" said Gir reaching under the
couch.
"Moooow"
"Key"
"Me"
"Come on key"
"Meeeeew"
"Kitty kitty key"
"MO!"
Gir sat up and walked away. Dib remained under
the couch. Then he fell asleep.
Gir found Zim "The key isn't coming out"
"Key?"
"The kitty kit!"
"Oh where is it?"
"Under the couch"
"You get him I'm busy"
Gir turned and walked away. Then he got an idea.
"Keys like tuna"
Gir ran into the kitchen and grabbed out a can
of tuna. Then he broke it on his head. Tuna splattered
everywhere, Gir got a bowl and scraped what he could into
it. He went over to the couch and set the bowl down near
it.
Dib could smell something good. He slowly and
cautiously walked out from under the couch. He approached
the bowl and looked in.
"Is that a dead spider?" Dib thought to himself
looking in the bowl. Then his cat insticts kicked in and
he started to eat it dispite it's appearence.
After Dib had finished off the bowl, Gir came out
of nowhere and snagged him up.
"Key! I got you!"
Instinctively Dib hissed and scratched Gir, ripping
off a piece of his doggie disguise.
"Ahhh isn't that cute" said Gir "He's trying to
scratch my face off"
Gir poked Dib really hard. He hissed again.
"I know let's play a game"
"Oh no" Dib thought "The last three games ended
up with me being swung by my tail"
"It's called swing the kitty"
"MOOOOOO!!" Dib struggled. Gir had an iron grip
on him.
......A few minutes later.....
Meowing loudly in pain, Dib was being swung by his
tail. Gir let go of Dib and he shot across the room. He landed
in the kitchen on a pile of dishes. Gir went running after
him. Then he picked him up by his aching tail.
"Meeeoeoooe"
"Go round two" Gir started to swing Dib by his
tail again.
"MEEMEMMMEOOEW!!!!"
Gir, once again, let go of Dib and he shot into the
living room and went right through the tv.
The kitten got up from the mess. Gir looked down
at him angirly.
"You broke the tv and the scary monkey show is
gonna be on 10 minutes!!" Gir picked him up by his tail again.
"Bad kitty"
Gir dragged him down the hallway, by his tail, to
a little cage. Then Gir viciously shoved him into it.
"Stay there untill you learn your lesson"
Dib watched Gir go down the hallway untill he was
totally out of sight. He looked down at his tail. It was
burning and stinging horribly. His cat instincts tried to
tell him to lick it, but Dib fought it. Soon, he found
himself trying to ease the pain, by licking it.
"I hate this" he thought miserably "I-I just wanna
be my- myself again"
He layed down, put a paw over his face, and cried
himself to sleep.
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Chapter 2: A Living Nightmare
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It had been about ten minutes and Dib had already
been tortured beyond belief. Now, Dib was huddled in a
corner under the couch with his long tail around his feet.
Gir looked under the couch and saw Dib hunched
in the corner shivering.
"Come on out kitty" said Gir reaching under the
couch.
"Moooow"
"Key"
"Me"
"Come on key"
"Meeeeew"
"Kitty kitty key"
"MO!"
Gir sat up and walked away. Dib remained under
the couch. Then he fell asleep.
Gir found Zim "The key isn't coming out"
"Key?"
"The kitty kit!"
"Oh where is it?"
"Under the couch"
"You get him I'm busy"
Gir turned and walked away. Then he got an idea.
"Keys like tuna"
Gir ran into the kitchen and grabbed out a can
of tuna. Then he broke it on his head. Tuna splattered
everywhere, Gir got a bowl and scraped what he could into
it. He went over to the couch and set the bowl down near
it.
Dib could smell something good. He slowly and
cautiously walked out from under the couch. He approached
the bowl and looked in.
"Is that a dead spider?" Dib thought to himself
looking in the bowl. Then his cat insticts kicked in and
he started to eat it dispite it's appearence.
After Dib had finished off the bowl, Gir came out
of nowhere and snagged him up.
"Key! I got you!"
Instinctively Dib hissed and scratched Gir, ripping
off a piece of his doggie disguise.
"Ahhh isn't that cute" said Gir "He's trying to
scratch my face off"
Gir poked Dib really hard. He hissed again.
"I know let's play a game"
"Oh no" Dib thought "The last three games ended
up with me being swung by my tail"
"It's called swing the kitty"
"MOOOOOO!!" Dib struggled. Gir had an iron grip
on him.
......A few minutes later.....
Meowing loudly in pain, Dib was being swung by his
tail. Gir let go of Dib and he shot across the room. He landed
in the kitchen on a pile of dishes. Gir went running after
him. Then he picked him up by his aching tail.
"Meeeoeoooe"
"Go round two" Gir started to swing Dib by his
tail again.
"MEEMEMMMEOOEW!!!!"
Gir, once again, let go of Dib and he shot into the
living room and went right through the tv.
The kitten got up from the mess. Gir looked down
at him angirly.
"You broke the tv and the scary monkey show is
gonna be on 10 minutes!!" Gir picked him up by his tail again.
"Bad kitty"
Gir dragged him down the hallway, by his tail, to
a little cage. Then Gir viciously shoved him into it.
"Stay there untill you learn your lesson"
Dib watched Gir go down the hallway untill he was
totally out of sight. He looked down at his tail. It was
burning and stinging horribly. His cat instincts tried to
tell him to lick it, but Dib fought it. Soon, he found
himself trying to ease the pain, by licking it.
"I hate this" he thought miserably "I-I just wanna
be my- myself again"
He layed down, put a paw over his face, and cried
himself to sleep.
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