Zim And G.I.R. chapter four
Zim burst out of the Skool doors and stopped, gasping for breath. He'd been running nearly as fast as he could go in his VootRunner. He remembered G.I.R. He ran off again.
Dib dropped his pencil. He suddenly realized Zim was faking, he wasn't going to the nurse's office, and he was going to try to get G.I.R. back for free. He jumped up without even getting a hall pass and ran out the door at the same speed as Zim.
Zim was about five blocks away from Dib's.
Dib was on Willow street, about five blocks from his house.
Zim reached Dib's and dashed in the front door.
Dib reached his house and ran in the back door.
Both ran up the stairs in to Dib's room.
"It's YOU." They both dropped to the linoleum floor panting after that sentence. Dib looked over at Zim. He had forgotten to wash the blood off his face and looked like some bloodthirsty homicidal maniac. ( Hi, JTHM fans! ^_^ ) "You look like some bloodthirsty homicidal maniac," Dib said, repeating his thought. "You look like-uh-um..." Dib smirked. "Can't say anything about ME, Zim!" "You look like you, which is just as scary as any homicidal maniac!" Dib made a mental note that Zim was a good comebacker. Zim stood up, and saw G.I.R. on Dib's desk. "G.I.R.!" he cried, and ran to get G.I.R. Dib suddenly stepped in Zim's way. "Uh, uh, uh! You aren't getting G.I.R. without a fight!" A course of energy ran through Zim. "Yeah. What kind of fight?" "A fist fight. No gadgets. If you win, I'll give back G.I.R. and won't bother you for a month-" Dib cleverly flipped a tape recorder on,"-and if I win, I keep G.I.R., show it to the world, and you will be forced to get me a picture of you with no disguise." Zim was so mad and felt so hotheaded that he didn't think about what he was saying. "Deal," he growled. Dib grinned evily. "Excellent."
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Whoo-hoo! Get yourself a soda and some popcorn 'cause this is gonna get good! Oh yeah, this isn't a movie. Like I freakin' care!!!!!! I'm having fun with this, and I hope you are too! Great. Excitement's gone to my head. I am finally going to finish a fic! I'm planning for this to have two more chapters, giving it a total of six chapters. There. All ready? Back to the fic!
************************************************************************************** Dib and Zim stood in opposite corners of the room. Dib said, "Ready, set, go." They charged each other. Zim tackled Dib, but Dib came back with a sharp punch to Zim's mouth. Zim punched his nose.
Dib scratched Zim's arm. Zim kicked Dib in...um...that one special place. And the fight raged on, until after four minutes, Dib was sitting on Zim. Dib had chose the one thing young invaders never learned about in Invader School. Who'd need their fists with the nifty little spider legs in their backpacks? Dib had won. "I won, Zim!" sneered Dib. "Now, you promised! Where's that camera!" "I never promised!" said Zim, shifting a little as Dib got off of him. "Oh, but you did!" Dib said gleefully, replaying the tape recorder tape. "I did." Zim tried to move. It was hard. He saw G.I.R. With all his remaining strength, when Dib wasn't looking, Zim hauled himself up, snatched G.I.R., and ran as fast as he could out to Dib's shouts of "Hey!" Zim reached Dib's door and ran out, closely followed by Dib. When they reached Zim's house, Dib tripped on a lawn gnome. "You prominsed, Zim!" cried Dib, staring at Zim, safely leaning against his door. "I don't play by the rules, Dib. I never did, and you're crazy to expect me to." With that, Zim went in his door, leaving a bruised Dib draped over the gnome.
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Zim burst out of the Skool doors and stopped, gasping for breath. He'd been running nearly as fast as he could go in his VootRunner. He remembered G.I.R. He ran off again.
Dib dropped his pencil. He suddenly realized Zim was faking, he wasn't going to the nurse's office, and he was going to try to get G.I.R. back for free. He jumped up without even getting a hall pass and ran out the door at the same speed as Zim.
Zim was about five blocks away from Dib's.
Dib was on Willow street, about five blocks from his house.
Zim reached Dib's and dashed in the front door.
Dib reached his house and ran in the back door.
Both ran up the stairs in to Dib's room.
"It's YOU." They both dropped to the linoleum floor panting after that sentence. Dib looked over at Zim. He had forgotten to wash the blood off his face and looked like some bloodthirsty homicidal maniac. ( Hi, JTHM fans! ^_^ ) "You look like some bloodthirsty homicidal maniac," Dib said, repeating his thought. "You look like-uh-um..." Dib smirked. "Can't say anything about ME, Zim!" "You look like you, which is just as scary as any homicidal maniac!" Dib made a mental note that Zim was a good comebacker. Zim stood up, and saw G.I.R. on Dib's desk. "G.I.R.!" he cried, and ran to get G.I.R. Dib suddenly stepped in Zim's way. "Uh, uh, uh! You aren't getting G.I.R. without a fight!" A course of energy ran through Zim. "Yeah. What kind of fight?" "A fist fight. No gadgets. If you win, I'll give back G.I.R. and won't bother you for a month-" Dib cleverly flipped a tape recorder on,"-and if I win, I keep G.I.R., show it to the world, and you will be forced to get me a picture of you with no disguise." Zim was so mad and felt so hotheaded that he didn't think about what he was saying. "Deal," he growled. Dib grinned evily. "Excellent."
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Whoo-hoo! Get yourself a soda and some popcorn 'cause this is gonna get good! Oh yeah, this isn't a movie. Like I freakin' care!!!!!! I'm having fun with this, and I hope you are too! Great. Excitement's gone to my head. I am finally going to finish a fic! I'm planning for this to have two more chapters, giving it a total of six chapters. There. All ready? Back to the fic!
************************************************************************************** Dib and Zim stood in opposite corners of the room. Dib said, "Ready, set, go." They charged each other. Zim tackled Dib, but Dib came back with a sharp punch to Zim's mouth. Zim punched his nose.
Dib scratched Zim's arm. Zim kicked Dib in...um...that one special place. And the fight raged on, until after four minutes, Dib was sitting on Zim. Dib had chose the one thing young invaders never learned about in Invader School. Who'd need their fists with the nifty little spider legs in their backpacks? Dib had won. "I won, Zim!" sneered Dib. "Now, you promised! Where's that camera!" "I never promised!" said Zim, shifting a little as Dib got off of him. "Oh, but you did!" Dib said gleefully, replaying the tape recorder tape. "I did." Zim tried to move. It was hard. He saw G.I.R. With all his remaining strength, when Dib wasn't looking, Zim hauled himself up, snatched G.I.R., and ran as fast as he could out to Dib's shouts of "Hey!" Zim reached Dib's door and ran out, closely followed by Dib. When they reached Zim's house, Dib tripped on a lawn gnome. "You prominsed, Zim!" cried Dib, staring at Zim, safely leaning against his door. "I don't play by the rules, Dib. I never did, and you're crazy to expect me to." With that, Zim went in his door, leaving a bruised Dib draped over the gnome.
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