9/27/01: Yay, finally! The Rockets make their appearance...HAHAHAHAAA!!!
Silef: Zim tomorrow...they better show.
I WANT TO SEE BALOGNIUS MAXIMUS!!!
Silef: You want to see Dib as walking lunchmeat?!
Well...NO!
Silef: Whaaateveeer.
Heh heh...Rocket Power's gonna die! It's too bad, really...I *used* to *love*
Lars.
Silef: You get scarier every day.
Don't I?! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!
Silef: And why did you make Flobey survive when all the other Irkens didn't?
That's for me to know, and...me to keep secret.
Silef: u.u
Every disguised Irken head turned to Dib, who just stared back blankly. For a
minute, his eyes were trained at the extremely tall "human teenagers" up
front.
(A/N *9/27/01*: I don't know *why*, but I always thought of those two as
teenagers...like, 19. So that's how I decided on the disguise-age)
"Zim...Silef...who are they?"
Silef instantly ran up, grabbed his wrists, and held them behind his back.
"I'll take the hostage to the prison," she guaranteed. "I'll be back soon."
She leaned forward and whispered into Dib's ear. "Just play along. This is
*not* a test."
"But Silef," he whispered back. "Those kids...they're coming! I followed
them, and then..." Silef wrenched both of his hands into one small fist, and
clamped her hand over his mouth. Everyone was still staring. "We'll talk
*later*," she hissed.
It was hard for Silef to act so controlling as she led him away. Being so
near him made her want to cry. She itched to run her finger down his scythe-
like fin of hair. Dib put his head down, wondering if he could trust her. Her
sharp fingers were digging into his wrists, even through the gloves.
Finally, when they were a bit out of the way, Silef let him go. He fell
forward, and rubbed his wrists.
"Those four idiot kids," he said. "They broke through the security. They
zipped right by those Irkens on their roller blades and skateboards. They
weren't expecting that. They're going to trash everything."
Silef leaned against a tree. "And you care...why?"
"Look, Siffy," For some reason, Silef didn't mind when *he* called her that.
"I *really* hate those kids. I am *not* letting that kid near my sister."
"Which would you rather have?" Silef said. "A derranged kid with your sister,
or an Irken with your sister?"
"Silef!" Dib shrieked.
"Dib, I don't mean *me*!"
"Fine! Fine! Just...JUST HOLD IT FOR A MINUTE!!!" Dib breathed heavily for a
moment, and calmed himself down. "Look, we have to work out a plan. We have
to get rid of those kids before anything."
Silef did some quick thinking. A lightbulb flashed above her head. She looked
at it, annoyed, and waved it away frantically. "Ugh, well, Dib. Okay, get
this--I take you...*prisoner*, but don't worry. I can get either Zim, Flobey
or me to watch you, and I tell the Tallest that there are these kids that
really need destroying. I tell them that they should work with all the other
humans here, but just to make them think that we...*come in peace*. When
they see how good they work together, and how *powerful* you *humans* are,
and then..." her antennae twitched forward, and a gleam passed over her
lavander eyes. "Earth and Irk decide to work...together."
Dib looked at her doubtfully. "Are you sure this is fool-proof? And how can
you be sure that Flobey Irken won't blab?"
Silef shrugged. "Fine, I won't tell Flobey. Just believe me on this-ever
since I punched him out he's never crossed the line around me. It's like
we're almost...friends. Considering he's a big ugly thing with...*really*
huge...gross looking eyelids..."
Dib crossed his arms. "Oh, really?" Silef noticed the hint of jealousy in
his voice. She couldn't help but smile.
~*~
"Dude!" Otto shouted. "It's like some secret meeting!"
The Irkens scattered, screeching away as the kids rammed by on their wheels.
Even the Tallest panicked. Four security guards gathered around them, ready
to attack...just as Silef came back in.
Silef somehow let out a low-pitched squeak and dove into a tree. She
stretched her hand down and pulled Zim up.
"Oh brother, are you losing weight?"
"Haven't had any Irken food in weeks. I do *not* eat *this*...stuff. I'M
WITHERING AWAY!"
"I asked you a question, not to audition for 'Give me food or give me
death'."
"Whatever. Where's Dib?"
"Oh, I left him...somewhere..." Silef laughed innocently.
The Irkens started to gather as the four embarrassments rolled out of the
forest. The security guards repositioned.
"They...go...first..." Tallest Red muttered.
Silef ran up to them and stood in front. "I couldn't agree more," she said
before anyone could get a word out. "Which is why I've thought of a plan. An
*amazing* plan."
Purple looked down at her. "Go on."
Silef turned a shade of lime. "A way to get rid of all the humans...we join
forces with them to get rid of these kids, claiming we *come in peace*. Then
after we destroy the kids, and they think we're all *friends*, we'll take
over."
All the other Irkens looked at her in annoyance when they saw Their Tallest
smirk, look at each other, and nod.
"Great plan," Tallest Red said. "Glad I thought of it."
Silef closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh brother. Shoulda seen that
coming." She rose her voice. "There is one thing. We have to find a way
around scientists. They're people that take aliens, AND TEAR THEM APART!!!"
Tallest Red thought for a moment. "And...we're the aliens...?"
"Yes. Yes we are."
Tallest Purple still didn't seem to get the point. "Why do we need help from
the humans? Why don't we just destroy those kids and then the world...by
ourselves?"
"You really don't get it, do you?" Zim said, hiding a smile. Tallest Purple
glared at him menacingly.
"HELLO, CAN YOU COMPREHEND WHAT I AM SAYING?!" Silef screamed. "Look, if we
destroy the kids, it'll have to be in plain view. The humans will see us and
start shooting at us! If we ask them for help and pretend we're friends..."
Silef crossed her arms with that smart-@$$ (What?! I just don't like to spell
it!) look on her face. "We'll catch them *completely* off-guard."
Tallest Red looked at his companion. "Come on. *That* makes sense!"
"It certainly seems like it would work..." Tallest Purple said thoughtfully.
He lifted a long green finger (it had been really too long to fit inside his
disguise). "But how would we get them to trust us without getting killed?"
Silef kicked at the dirt with her boot. "Threaten them?" she guessed.
"No!" Zim shrieked.
"Yeah, you're right." Silef shrugged.
Tallest Red sighed. "This may take awhile."
A lightbulb flashed above Zim's head. He, like Silef, waved it away,
annoyed. "I know some humans who will help!" he said, remembering his run in
with 'The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer'. "There are these humans
who hang out here. They found me once, but they didn't attack." He clenched
his fist and waved it, trying to prove how *great* he was. "As a matter of
fact, they bowed to meee!"
The Irkens shed their disguises. Zim told them they stood a better chance of
the group finding them that way.
"Where would we find them?" Tallest Purple wondered.
A nano-second later, a crowd of scary looking people crashed through the
woods. Zim recognized them. They had crudely made paper hats on their heads.
"You have returned, O' Great One!" the scary old man from before said, while
all of them got down on their knees. "And you have brought the rest of your
race. Command us! Commaaaannnnddddd uusssss!"
All the Irkens looked at each other, obviously terrified. Silef stared ahead
at the humans. "Well that was certainly scary," she muttered.
"These guys really are to easy," Tallest Red mused. "This isn't going to be
as hard as I thought."
Zim stood up tall (which was not very tall) in front of his leaders, and
gestured to the humans. "Well, what are you waiting for? Command them. They
won't mind."
"All righty," Tallest Red said with enthusiasm, obviously proud (of himself).
"Sooo...you'll do...anything, will you?"
"Yes!" the old man promised. "Yes!!!"
"Okay, here's what you do," Tallest Purple said, stepping closer. "You all
have to find out a way for us to tell the humans that we come in peace
without us getting killed."
The old man stayed on his knees while the rest of the members stayed on
their hands and knees, motionless. "We will do that for you, O' Great Ones!"
Zim frowned. The Tallest smiled. "But we ask you a favor. FILL US WITH
WISDOM FROM ANOTHER BEYOND!"
"Yes! Fill us!" the rest of the group chorused.
Tallest Red shifted on his levitating wheel. "Yeah, like that's gonna
happen."
"Of course we will," Tallest Purple said sincerely. Any of the Irkens could
tell he was lying.
The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer left after a few more minutes of
chanting, and set off to put their plan into action.
"You know," Tallest Purple said. "I think I like them."
About ten seconds after they had left, they marched back in with a bunch of
reporters behind them.
"What took you so long?" Tallest Red snapped.
The reporters ignored them, and shoved the camera's into their faces,
shouting. "So how does it feel to be the first alien race to land on Earth?"
"I feel all happy with love goo," Tallest Purple said dully.
"He feels happy with love goo!" One of the reporters shrieked. "Write that
down! Print that!"
Most of the Irkens, by now, had climbed up into trees. Flobey had taken Dib
back to the clearing, and was currently sitting on a rock watching
everything. When a reporter spoke to him, the only thing he could say was,
"Fan me." while he made an Irken form of coke in his Sir's head.
"Aliens are green!" a reporter shouted.
"Hey! We're not the only aliens!" more than half the Irkens shouted in
dismay. Being compared to Blorch rats was just too much.
"Who was the first alien to be here?" A blue haired reporter asked. She had
about five camera-men behind her.
Zim rushed up, eager to be praised, and jumped up and down in front of the
reporter until she noticed him.
"First of all," he began, "We're *Irken*. Second of all, it was me! ZIM!"
Heads turned, and people rushed over to the short Irken; leaving the Irkens
that weren't in trees angry, and the Irkens that *were* in trees feeling
safe enough to edge out of the leaves.
"Fascinating!" a red-haired reporter squealed.
"How exactly is your planet run? How do you pick leaders? What is the lowest
class?"
"The Tallest are our leaders. The Tallest are the tallest Irkens. And if you
get confused if I say they're called The Tallest, that's too bad. The Tallest
is their title. Everyone who does not understand that shall SUFFER!!!"
The reporters fell silent for a moment, thinking the rabid alien would
attack, before they returned badgering the obviously pleased Zim.
"What exactly *is* your lower class?"
"The shortest Irkens." Zim frowned.
"Then why were you sent here?" The same reporter asked, comparing Zim with
all the other Irkens.
"I'm special."
The reporters looked at their cameramen, shrugged, and went off.
The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer returned and bowed down before
the Irkens with the old man in front.
"Have we served you well?" he asked with an arm gesture.
"Yes, yes you have,"
The people, looking pleased, raised their arms again. "Now fill us!"
Tallest Red, after sending an Irken a head shorter than himself off to get
nachos, turned back to see the rest of the Irken's slack-jawed.
"What? What now?"
"They still want us to tell them stuff!" a short, green-eyed Irken said.
Tallest Red arched the Irken skin above his eye. "No, I don't think I will.
Maybe later, but...not now. No, you have to wait."
The club members rose after a final bow, and started to retreat. "We trust
you, O' Great ones," They chorused.
As the club retreated, the Irkens were silent. A bit...stupified by the whole
experience. A few caughed.
"I need to go somewhere..." one said, staring straight ahead with big eyes.
"My squeedly spooch is churning..."
Well, if anything, *that* snapped everyone back into reality. But if the
sick Irken hadn't have said that, the person who crashed through the trees
seconds later would have definitely woken everybody up.
"Zim!" a purple-haired girl came in, squealing; which was a bit unusual for
her. While she went on jabbering, Zim tried to avoid the Irken's stares.
"You'll never believe it! Those...kids! They're on the MOST WANTED list,
Zim!"
"What's so special about that?" Zim muttered as quietly as he could.
"The little notice underneath that says in large print..." Gaz raised her
voice to a scream. "WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! (PREFERABLY...DEAD!)"
Silef pushed an Irken's face into the ground to get to her friend.
"Seriously?! Dude!"
Zim put on his most-used confusion face. "Dude? What's dude?" he paused, and
then jumped up, opening his mouth the size of a computer. "YOU'RE NOT
SWEARING AGAIN, ARE YOU?!"
Gaz arched her eyebrow. "It's an Earth expression, Zim." She smiled with her
eyes open. Zim did a choke/snort and fell down. He had never seen her with
her eyes open before, let alone *smile*. "But I didn't tell you the best
part!" Her eyes glittered. "The rest of the humans want a human/Irken
alliance!"
Before Zim or Silef could say anything, the Tallest pushed them aside. The
two flew threw the air, and then dragged through the dirt.
"Nice...way to thank us..." Silef moaned.
"By making us...eat dirt..." Zim finished.
The Tallest hung over Gaz like a tsunami. In reality, she was scared half to
death; but she wouldn't let them know that. She would never let anyone know
how she really felt about almost anything.
She could feel the two breathing on her, and they seemed a mile high. But she
kept her face as it usually was. Hard as rock.
"Tell us everything you know, puny one," Tallest Red ordered, stretching his
hand (or whatever *they* called it) out like he was about to shoot something
from his fingers.
"You have to tell us," Tallest Purple said. "Tell us everything. Or...or
we'll put you in the torture rooms!"
"Excuse me, sir," one of the tallest, and most respected civilians said,
"The only torture rooms we have are back on Irk."
"Yeah, and you know what?" Tallest Purple said angrilly. "You're banished."
Duuuuude! Sorry I left you guys so long, but I hit a two-week block somewhere
around the beginning. And another thing...you know how sometimes you look
back on a story, and you're like, "Holy milk, that thing sucked!" Well that's
how I feel about the first few chapters of this series! I think...THEY
SUCKED!! Oh well...
One more chapter left after this one. I don't know *why* I made Otto like
Gaz. It just kinda came to me... o.o;;
Well, I've had the 2nd chapter of "What Havoc shall we Wreak?" done since
summer! I finished chapter one in August. I started it because my wrist was
broken, and I couldn't really play any of the sports.
Buh-bye!!!
Oh, by the way, everyone knows (or should know) I LOVE DIB, right? Well, my
evil little friend, Maggie (who is also a Dib-hater. Her and Hannah would
get along just fine...) said to me on Wednesday, "If Dib said that if you
cut your finger off that he would come to life and marry you, but if you
didn't he would fall off the face of the Earth, what would you do?" Honestly,
I am still figuring that out...
And another thing...I gave her a few pages in my sketchbooks since she's
always drawing extra things in all my pictures, and...SHE DREW A PICTURE OF
DIB'S BODY HEADLESS WITH THE HEAD LYING A FEW INCHES AWAY!!! Do you know how
long it took me to recover even AFTER she erased it because I was shrieking
at the top of my lungs on the bus? Hours! I was hyperventalating for about an
hour!
Okay, NOW I'm done!
~Samantha Ishida
Silef: Zim tomorrow...they better show.
I WANT TO SEE BALOGNIUS MAXIMUS!!!
Silef: You want to see Dib as walking lunchmeat?!
Well...NO!
Silef: Whaaateveeer.
Heh heh...Rocket Power's gonna die! It's too bad, really...I *used* to *love*
Lars.
Silef: You get scarier every day.
Don't I?! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!
Silef: And why did you make Flobey survive when all the other Irkens didn't?
That's for me to know, and...me to keep secret.
Silef: u.u
Every disguised Irken head turned to Dib, who just stared back blankly. For a
minute, his eyes were trained at the extremely tall "human teenagers" up
front.
(A/N *9/27/01*: I don't know *why*, but I always thought of those two as
teenagers...like, 19. So that's how I decided on the disguise-age)
"Zim...Silef...who are they?"
Silef instantly ran up, grabbed his wrists, and held them behind his back.
"I'll take the hostage to the prison," she guaranteed. "I'll be back soon."
She leaned forward and whispered into Dib's ear. "Just play along. This is
*not* a test."
"But Silef," he whispered back. "Those kids...they're coming! I followed
them, and then..." Silef wrenched both of his hands into one small fist, and
clamped her hand over his mouth. Everyone was still staring. "We'll talk
*later*," she hissed.
It was hard for Silef to act so controlling as she led him away. Being so
near him made her want to cry. She itched to run her finger down his scythe-
like fin of hair. Dib put his head down, wondering if he could trust her. Her
sharp fingers were digging into his wrists, even through the gloves.
Finally, when they were a bit out of the way, Silef let him go. He fell
forward, and rubbed his wrists.
"Those four idiot kids," he said. "They broke through the security. They
zipped right by those Irkens on their roller blades and skateboards. They
weren't expecting that. They're going to trash everything."
Silef leaned against a tree. "And you care...why?"
"Look, Siffy," For some reason, Silef didn't mind when *he* called her that.
"I *really* hate those kids. I am *not* letting that kid near my sister."
"Which would you rather have?" Silef said. "A derranged kid with your sister,
or an Irken with your sister?"
"Silef!" Dib shrieked.
"Dib, I don't mean *me*!"
"Fine! Fine! Just...JUST HOLD IT FOR A MINUTE!!!" Dib breathed heavily for a
moment, and calmed himself down. "Look, we have to work out a plan. We have
to get rid of those kids before anything."
Silef did some quick thinking. A lightbulb flashed above her head. She looked
at it, annoyed, and waved it away frantically. "Ugh, well, Dib. Okay, get
this--I take you...*prisoner*, but don't worry. I can get either Zim, Flobey
or me to watch you, and I tell the Tallest that there are these kids that
really need destroying. I tell them that they should work with all the other
humans here, but just to make them think that we...*come in peace*. When
they see how good they work together, and how *powerful* you *humans* are,
and then..." her antennae twitched forward, and a gleam passed over her
lavander eyes. "Earth and Irk decide to work...together."
Dib looked at her doubtfully. "Are you sure this is fool-proof? And how can
you be sure that Flobey Irken won't blab?"
Silef shrugged. "Fine, I won't tell Flobey. Just believe me on this-ever
since I punched him out he's never crossed the line around me. It's like
we're almost...friends. Considering he's a big ugly thing with...*really*
huge...gross looking eyelids..."
Dib crossed his arms. "Oh, really?" Silef noticed the hint of jealousy in
his voice. She couldn't help but smile.
~*~
"Dude!" Otto shouted. "It's like some secret meeting!"
The Irkens scattered, screeching away as the kids rammed by on their wheels.
Even the Tallest panicked. Four security guards gathered around them, ready
to attack...just as Silef came back in.
Silef somehow let out a low-pitched squeak and dove into a tree. She
stretched her hand down and pulled Zim up.
"Oh brother, are you losing weight?"
"Haven't had any Irken food in weeks. I do *not* eat *this*...stuff. I'M
WITHERING AWAY!"
"I asked you a question, not to audition for 'Give me food or give me
death'."
"Whatever. Where's Dib?"
"Oh, I left him...somewhere..." Silef laughed innocently.
The Irkens started to gather as the four embarrassments rolled out of the
forest. The security guards repositioned.
"They...go...first..." Tallest Red muttered.
Silef ran up to them and stood in front. "I couldn't agree more," she said
before anyone could get a word out. "Which is why I've thought of a plan. An
*amazing* plan."
Purple looked down at her. "Go on."
Silef turned a shade of lime. "A way to get rid of all the humans...we join
forces with them to get rid of these kids, claiming we *come in peace*. Then
after we destroy the kids, and they think we're all *friends*, we'll take
over."
All the other Irkens looked at her in annoyance when they saw Their Tallest
smirk, look at each other, and nod.
"Great plan," Tallest Red said. "Glad I thought of it."
Silef closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh brother. Shoulda seen that
coming." She rose her voice. "There is one thing. We have to find a way
around scientists. They're people that take aliens, AND TEAR THEM APART!!!"
Tallest Red thought for a moment. "And...we're the aliens...?"
"Yes. Yes we are."
Tallest Purple still didn't seem to get the point. "Why do we need help from
the humans? Why don't we just destroy those kids and then the world...by
ourselves?"
"You really don't get it, do you?" Zim said, hiding a smile. Tallest Purple
glared at him menacingly.
"HELLO, CAN YOU COMPREHEND WHAT I AM SAYING?!" Silef screamed. "Look, if we
destroy the kids, it'll have to be in plain view. The humans will see us and
start shooting at us! If we ask them for help and pretend we're friends..."
Silef crossed her arms with that smart-@$$ (What?! I just don't like to spell
it!) look on her face. "We'll catch them *completely* off-guard."
Tallest Red looked at his companion. "Come on. *That* makes sense!"
"It certainly seems like it would work..." Tallest Purple said thoughtfully.
He lifted a long green finger (it had been really too long to fit inside his
disguise). "But how would we get them to trust us without getting killed?"
Silef kicked at the dirt with her boot. "Threaten them?" she guessed.
"No!" Zim shrieked.
"Yeah, you're right." Silef shrugged.
Tallest Red sighed. "This may take awhile."
A lightbulb flashed above Zim's head. He, like Silef, waved it away,
annoyed. "I know some humans who will help!" he said, remembering his run in
with 'The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer'. "There are these humans
who hang out here. They found me once, but they didn't attack." He clenched
his fist and waved it, trying to prove how *great* he was. "As a matter of
fact, they bowed to meee!"
The Irkens shed their disguises. Zim told them they stood a better chance of
the group finding them that way.
"Where would we find them?" Tallest Purple wondered.
A nano-second later, a crowd of scary looking people crashed through the
woods. Zim recognized them. They had crudely made paper hats on their heads.
"You have returned, O' Great One!" the scary old man from before said, while
all of them got down on their knees. "And you have brought the rest of your
race. Command us! Commaaaannnnddddd uusssss!"
All the Irkens looked at each other, obviously terrified. Silef stared ahead
at the humans. "Well that was certainly scary," she muttered.
"These guys really are to easy," Tallest Red mused. "This isn't going to be
as hard as I thought."
Zim stood up tall (which was not very tall) in front of his leaders, and
gestured to the humans. "Well, what are you waiting for? Command them. They
won't mind."
"All righty," Tallest Red said with enthusiasm, obviously proud (of himself).
"Sooo...you'll do...anything, will you?"
"Yes!" the old man promised. "Yes!!!"
"Okay, here's what you do," Tallest Purple said, stepping closer. "You all
have to find out a way for us to tell the humans that we come in peace
without us getting killed."
The old man stayed on his knees while the rest of the members stayed on
their hands and knees, motionless. "We will do that for you, O' Great Ones!"
Zim frowned. The Tallest smiled. "But we ask you a favor. FILL US WITH
WISDOM FROM ANOTHER BEYOND!"
"Yes! Fill us!" the rest of the group chorused.
Tallest Red shifted on his levitating wheel. "Yeah, like that's gonna
happen."
"Of course we will," Tallest Purple said sincerely. Any of the Irkens could
tell he was lying.
The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer left after a few more minutes of
chanting, and set off to put their plan into action.
"You know," Tallest Purple said. "I think I like them."
About ten seconds after they had left, they marched back in with a bunch of
reporters behind them.
"What took you so long?" Tallest Red snapped.
The reporters ignored them, and shoved the camera's into their faces,
shouting. "So how does it feel to be the first alien race to land on Earth?"
"I feel all happy with love goo," Tallest Purple said dully.
"He feels happy with love goo!" One of the reporters shrieked. "Write that
down! Print that!"
Most of the Irkens, by now, had climbed up into trees. Flobey had taken Dib
back to the clearing, and was currently sitting on a rock watching
everything. When a reporter spoke to him, the only thing he could say was,
"Fan me." while he made an Irken form of coke in his Sir's head.
"Aliens are green!" a reporter shouted.
"Hey! We're not the only aliens!" more than half the Irkens shouted in
dismay. Being compared to Blorch rats was just too much.
"Who was the first alien to be here?" A blue haired reporter asked. She had
about five camera-men behind her.
Zim rushed up, eager to be praised, and jumped up and down in front of the
reporter until she noticed him.
"First of all," he began, "We're *Irken*. Second of all, it was me! ZIM!"
Heads turned, and people rushed over to the short Irken; leaving the Irkens
that weren't in trees angry, and the Irkens that *were* in trees feeling
safe enough to edge out of the leaves.
"Fascinating!" a red-haired reporter squealed.
"How exactly is your planet run? How do you pick leaders? What is the lowest
class?"
"The Tallest are our leaders. The Tallest are the tallest Irkens. And if you
get confused if I say they're called The Tallest, that's too bad. The Tallest
is their title. Everyone who does not understand that shall SUFFER!!!"
The reporters fell silent for a moment, thinking the rabid alien would
attack, before they returned badgering the obviously pleased Zim.
"What exactly *is* your lower class?"
"The shortest Irkens." Zim frowned.
"Then why were you sent here?" The same reporter asked, comparing Zim with
all the other Irkens.
"I'm special."
The reporters looked at their cameramen, shrugged, and went off.
The People of the Bright and Shining Saucer returned and bowed down before
the Irkens with the old man in front.
"Have we served you well?" he asked with an arm gesture.
"Yes, yes you have,"
The people, looking pleased, raised their arms again. "Now fill us!"
Tallest Red, after sending an Irken a head shorter than himself off to get
nachos, turned back to see the rest of the Irken's slack-jawed.
"What? What now?"
"They still want us to tell them stuff!" a short, green-eyed Irken said.
Tallest Red arched the Irken skin above his eye. "No, I don't think I will.
Maybe later, but...not now. No, you have to wait."
The club members rose after a final bow, and started to retreat. "We trust
you, O' Great ones," They chorused.
As the club retreated, the Irkens were silent. A bit...stupified by the whole
experience. A few caughed.
"I need to go somewhere..." one said, staring straight ahead with big eyes.
"My squeedly spooch is churning..."
Well, if anything, *that* snapped everyone back into reality. But if the
sick Irken hadn't have said that, the person who crashed through the trees
seconds later would have definitely woken everybody up.
"Zim!" a purple-haired girl came in, squealing; which was a bit unusual for
her. While she went on jabbering, Zim tried to avoid the Irken's stares.
"You'll never believe it! Those...kids! They're on the MOST WANTED list,
Zim!"
"What's so special about that?" Zim muttered as quietly as he could.
"The little notice underneath that says in large print..." Gaz raised her
voice to a scream. "WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! (PREFERABLY...DEAD!)"
Silef pushed an Irken's face into the ground to get to her friend.
"Seriously?! Dude!"
Zim put on his most-used confusion face. "Dude? What's dude?" he paused, and
then jumped up, opening his mouth the size of a computer. "YOU'RE NOT
SWEARING AGAIN, ARE YOU?!"
Gaz arched her eyebrow. "It's an Earth expression, Zim." She smiled with her
eyes open. Zim did a choke/snort and fell down. He had never seen her with
her eyes open before, let alone *smile*. "But I didn't tell you the best
part!" Her eyes glittered. "The rest of the humans want a human/Irken
alliance!"
Before Zim or Silef could say anything, the Tallest pushed them aside. The
two flew threw the air, and then dragged through the dirt.
"Nice...way to thank us..." Silef moaned.
"By making us...eat dirt..." Zim finished.
The Tallest hung over Gaz like a tsunami. In reality, she was scared half to
death; but she wouldn't let them know that. She would never let anyone know
how she really felt about almost anything.
She could feel the two breathing on her, and they seemed a mile high. But she
kept her face as it usually was. Hard as rock.
"Tell us everything you know, puny one," Tallest Red ordered, stretching his
hand (or whatever *they* called it) out like he was about to shoot something
from his fingers.
"You have to tell us," Tallest Purple said. "Tell us everything. Or...or
we'll put you in the torture rooms!"
"Excuse me, sir," one of the tallest, and most respected civilians said,
"The only torture rooms we have are back on Irk."
"Yeah, and you know what?" Tallest Purple said angrilly. "You're banished."
Duuuuude! Sorry I left you guys so long, but I hit a two-week block somewhere
around the beginning. And another thing...you know how sometimes you look
back on a story, and you're like, "Holy milk, that thing sucked!" Well that's
how I feel about the first few chapters of this series! I think...THEY
SUCKED!! Oh well...
One more chapter left after this one. I don't know *why* I made Otto like
Gaz. It just kinda came to me... o.o;;
Well, I've had the 2nd chapter of "What Havoc shall we Wreak?" done since
summer! I finished chapter one in August. I started it because my wrist was
broken, and I couldn't really play any of the sports.
Buh-bye!!!
Oh, by the way, everyone knows (or should know) I LOVE DIB, right? Well, my
evil little friend, Maggie (who is also a Dib-hater. Her and Hannah would
get along just fine...) said to me on Wednesday, "If Dib said that if you
cut your finger off that he would come to life and marry you, but if you
didn't he would fall off the face of the Earth, what would you do?" Honestly,
I am still figuring that out...
And another thing...I gave her a few pages in my sketchbooks since she's
always drawing extra things in all my pictures, and...SHE DREW A PICTURE OF
DIB'S BODY HEADLESS WITH THE HEAD LYING A FEW INCHES AWAY!!! Do you know how
long it took me to recover even AFTER she erased it because I was shrieking
at the top of my lungs on the bus? Hours! I was hyperventalating for about an
hour!
Okay, NOW I'm done!
~Samantha Ishida
