Make Me Laugh - IZ Style
Chapter Three - Stuff Happens
Zim's change in his body proportion called for a change of appearance. Donning a blomde wig, he smiled as he looked himself over in the mirror. "Perfect... now to
test my new weapons of war." He marched proudly to the door.
Gir entered the hall just then and tackled Zim to the floor. "Hi!!! Can I have your autograph?"
Zim groaned from his position on the floor. "Get of of me, Gir!"
Gir obeyed. "Oh... it's only you, Master..."
"What was that for, Gir?"
"I thought you were one of the Spice Girls."
Zim twitched. "I'll ignore that."
Gir looked over Zim with interest. "Pretty... what are you gonna do?"
Zim cleared his throat. "I'm going to try to hynotize those miserable humans," he replied in a strange falsetto voice.
Gir said nothing. Instead he sat there with the same stupid grin on his face for about twenty minutes before announcing, "I'm gonna make toast!" and running into the
kitchen to do so.
Zim walked carefully, so as not to attract unwanted attention. He decided to begin his hypnotism conquest in the park. Standing on a bench, he could spy a vast number
of human stinkbeasts littering the landscape. (Wonderful...) He straightened his wig, stood up tall, took a deep breath, and shouted:
"Attention all humans! Prepare to submit yourself to the wonderous force known as Zim!!"
Most people paid no attention to him, but a few turned their heads. "Great," someone said. "It's another Britney wanna-be..."
Zim squinted an eye. "I know nothing of a 'Britney'...but perhaps it is something for me to look into..."
"Zim?!"
Zim turned at the sound of his name. There was Dib, slowly approaching the Irken as he tried to stifle his laughter. "What are you trying to do, Zim?"
Zim turned slightly, making sure to give his pineapples an extra bounce. "What does it look like I'm doing, meatbag?!"
"I think you're--- oh..." Dib blinked. He was falling under the spell. "No... it's just like that pimple, only there are *two*!" Dib shook his head. "Nononono! I'm not going to fall
victim to another one of your evil schemes!!"
"Yes, you will," Zim growled. "OBEY THE BREAST!!"
Dib ran off, panicking. "Ahhh!! Run, before it's too late!!"
"Run from what?" someone asked. Before they could respond, they too, fell victim to the pineapple hypnosis. Zim ran even faster, motivated by the reaction he was
getting. (If I keep this up, then it won't be long before I can have these pitiful beings under my control again - permanately!!)
He was right - it wasn't long before he had everyone in the park under his hypnosis... well, everyone except for Dib.
That was about to change.
Dib backed up against the fountain. There were human zombies from every direction except straight ahead - that was where Zim was.
Zim smiled evilly. "Now, you will submmit to me, and my every whim!!!"
Dib panicked. What could he do? The only way out was up, but he couldn't go up. All he could do was watch a few birds circle overhead...
Then something weird happened.
The birds suddenly changed their course and swoped down at Zim, where they pecked and tore away at his shirt to get the food underneath. Zim batted them away with
his hands. "Foul Earth birds, begone with you! Why must you peck me? Peck Dib! Peck Dib!!"
The birds completely ignored Zim's request to bother his enemy and continued to go for the fruit tucked inside his uniform. Zim thought quickly. What could these stupid
feather-ridden dirt-bags want with him?
Then, for some unexplained reason, Gir appeared in his doggy form to save the day. Equipped with a pair of boxing gloves bigger than he was, he started pelting left and
right, often hitting Zim as well as the pigeons.
There was one bird left, and Gir went in for the kill. However, before he could hit it, it tore a huge gash across Zim's shirt. The hole was so big the pineapples fell out, and
the birds that hadn't already been knocked unconcious went to dine.
The destruction of the pineallpes resulted in the end of the spell, and everyone went home. Zim looked down and saw the huge rip in his unifrom. Blushing hard, he held up
the flap to cover his exposed chest. "Have these Earth pigeons no decency?!"
"Well, Zim, I guess the joke's on you."
Zim stood up and glared at Dib. "You may have won for now, puny human, but be warned that next time, you won't be so lucky." He turned to his puppy. "Let's go home,
Gir."
Later that night, Gir was settled down on the floor with a big bowl of fruit in front of him, taking a break from the T.V. every now and then to toss one in the air and swallow
it whole, in spite of his toothpick-sized neck.
Tired and exhausted, Zim dragged himself into the living room and plopped down on the couch. He looked over at Gir. "What are those things?"
Gir leaned his head back to look Zim in the eye. "Oranges..."
Chapter Three - Stuff Happens
Zim's change in his body proportion called for a change of appearance. Donning a blomde wig, he smiled as he looked himself over in the mirror. "Perfect... now to
test my new weapons of war." He marched proudly to the door.
Gir entered the hall just then and tackled Zim to the floor. "Hi!!! Can I have your autograph?"
Zim groaned from his position on the floor. "Get of of me, Gir!"
Gir obeyed. "Oh... it's only you, Master..."
"What was that for, Gir?"
"I thought you were one of the Spice Girls."
Zim twitched. "I'll ignore that."
Gir looked over Zim with interest. "Pretty... what are you gonna do?"
Zim cleared his throat. "I'm going to try to hynotize those miserable humans," he replied in a strange falsetto voice.
Gir said nothing. Instead he sat there with the same stupid grin on his face for about twenty minutes before announcing, "I'm gonna make toast!" and running into the
kitchen to do so.
Zim walked carefully, so as not to attract unwanted attention. He decided to begin his hypnotism conquest in the park. Standing on a bench, he could spy a vast number
of human stinkbeasts littering the landscape. (Wonderful...) He straightened his wig, stood up tall, took a deep breath, and shouted:
"Attention all humans! Prepare to submit yourself to the wonderous force known as Zim!!"
Most people paid no attention to him, but a few turned their heads. "Great," someone said. "It's another Britney wanna-be..."
Zim squinted an eye. "I know nothing of a 'Britney'...but perhaps it is something for me to look into..."
"Zim?!"
Zim turned at the sound of his name. There was Dib, slowly approaching the Irken as he tried to stifle his laughter. "What are you trying to do, Zim?"
Zim turned slightly, making sure to give his pineapples an extra bounce. "What does it look like I'm doing, meatbag?!"
"I think you're--- oh..." Dib blinked. He was falling under the spell. "No... it's just like that pimple, only there are *two*!" Dib shook his head. "Nononono! I'm not going to fall
victim to another one of your evil schemes!!"
"Yes, you will," Zim growled. "OBEY THE BREAST!!"
Dib ran off, panicking. "Ahhh!! Run, before it's too late!!"
"Run from what?" someone asked. Before they could respond, they too, fell victim to the pineapple hypnosis. Zim ran even faster, motivated by the reaction he was
getting. (If I keep this up, then it won't be long before I can have these pitiful beings under my control again - permanately!!)
He was right - it wasn't long before he had everyone in the park under his hypnosis... well, everyone except for Dib.
That was about to change.
Dib backed up against the fountain. There were human zombies from every direction except straight ahead - that was where Zim was.
Zim smiled evilly. "Now, you will submmit to me, and my every whim!!!"
Dib panicked. What could he do? The only way out was up, but he couldn't go up. All he could do was watch a few birds circle overhead...
Then something weird happened.
The birds suddenly changed their course and swoped down at Zim, where they pecked and tore away at his shirt to get the food underneath. Zim batted them away with
his hands. "Foul Earth birds, begone with you! Why must you peck me? Peck Dib! Peck Dib!!"
The birds completely ignored Zim's request to bother his enemy and continued to go for the fruit tucked inside his uniform. Zim thought quickly. What could these stupid
feather-ridden dirt-bags want with him?
Then, for some unexplained reason, Gir appeared in his doggy form to save the day. Equipped with a pair of boxing gloves bigger than he was, he started pelting left and
right, often hitting Zim as well as the pigeons.
There was one bird left, and Gir went in for the kill. However, before he could hit it, it tore a huge gash across Zim's shirt. The hole was so big the pineapples fell out, and
the birds that hadn't already been knocked unconcious went to dine.
The destruction of the pineallpes resulted in the end of the spell, and everyone went home. Zim looked down and saw the huge rip in his unifrom. Blushing hard, he held up
the flap to cover his exposed chest. "Have these Earth pigeons no decency?!"
"Well, Zim, I guess the joke's on you."
Zim stood up and glared at Dib. "You may have won for now, puny human, but be warned that next time, you won't be so lucky." He turned to his puppy. "Let's go home,
Gir."
Later that night, Gir was settled down on the floor with a big bowl of fruit in front of him, taking a break from the T.V. every now and then to toss one in the air and swallow
it whole, in spite of his toothpick-sized neck.
Tired and exhausted, Zim dragged himself into the living room and plopped down on the couch. He looked over at Gir. "What are those things?"
Gir leaned his head back to look Zim in the eye. "Oranges..."
