Disclaimer:
GirChic: *slurps a chocolate-bubblegum brain freezy*
The Slayer: Those things are going to rust, or should I say freeze, your gears one day *shakes her head in shame*
GirChic: But for now I'll say it while I remember - we do not own Invader Zim! Is that what that cartoon's called, Master?
The Slayer: Hey I was supposed to say that! And *sighs* yes unfortunately you got it right for once in your short robotic life span.
GirChic: You usually use the word 'span' when you say that I have the attention SPAN of a goldfish!
The Slayer: Yes that is correct, and I still think that!
GirChic: *Has already started to watch the Scary Monkey Show, with drool hanging from her mouth*
RUBBER PIGGIES AND MADNESS
Chapter 3
Skool (What the hell??)
It had been a day since Tan and Meg had realised that something extraordinary had happened to them, and that they were in the best cartoon on the face of the earth, INVADER ZIM (in case you haven't already realised it for yourself). The girls blindly found their way to Zim and Dib's Skool (YAY!). They silently entered the Skool yard as all the other children looked at them strangely and whispered about them behind their backs.
Tan brushed her long, blond hair out of her face while giving the children the Death Glare, whereas Meg just strolled along in a daze, quietly humming the DOOM Song.
'This has GOTTA be the most exciting thing that's ever happened to us in our short and miserable life span, Meg,' whispered Tan as she and her friend found a bench to sit down on as they waited for the first bell to ring.
'I know,' sniffed Meg, wiping a tear from her eye. 'I'm so happy!'
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNG! Went the first bell, and the girls excitedly jumped up and reported to the office.
***
The children of Ms Bitters' class filled the small, stuffy, poor excuse of a classroom.
At one side of the room sat a green child with no ears or nose visible. He was rambling on about how all of humanity would bow down to him. On the opposite side of the room sat a pale-skinned child, with glasses and a spiky hairstyle. He was also rambling on – about Zim being an Alien from Outer Space.
Ms Bitters suddenly sauntered into the classroom in her usual scary way and all went silent as she gave the young children her DOOM stare.
'Students, we have two new miserable pupils to add to this DOOMED classroom.'
Tan and Meg then jumped into the classroom, ecstatic to be in Zim and Dib's class.
'If you have anything to say, say it now and make it snappy,' snarled Ms Bitters.
The girls turned to face the class, their happiness transforming into shyness.
'Err, hi! My name's Tan and this is my friend Meg.'
'Hi!' said Meg.
'Good. Now TAKE YOUR SEATS!' Ms Bitters ordered.
Tan and Meg scanned the classroom, finding only two desks empty, which were unfortunately separated by one measly little student. But on the other hand, one desk was next to Zim and the other was next to Dib. Meg immediately went to the desk next to Zim, and Tan scooted over to the desk beside Dib.
Once Ms Bitters began to drone on about her favourite subject - DOOM, Meg knew that it was safe to take a good look around the classroom. Then her eyes fell upon Zim.
'Zim my master,' she thought. 'What the hell?! I can't believe I just thought of Zim as my master! He's GIR'S master! Not mine! I wonder what I should say to Zim . . . . If only I had enough courage to speak to him.'
On the other side of the class sat Tan, slyly watching Dib as he drew one of his only-too-famous doodles of Zim being autopsied. Once Dib was satisfied with his masterpiece, he screwed it up and aimed it for Zim's head, but with his lack of upper-arm strength, he accidentally nailed it into Tan's face instead.
She picked it up and unravelled the artwork as she glanced over at Dib, who quickly looked in the opposite direction. Without a word or a thought, Tan reached into her stylish backpack and produced a pack of coloured pencils to improve the drawing with a splash of colour.
Back on Meg's side, she was watching Zim's every move.
'What are you looking at, human stink-beast?' whispered Zim harshly.
'Doom,' replied Meg, her voice suddenly changing to a very high-pitched tone resembling Gir's.
Shocked at the answer he got and for once not having anything to say, Zim turned back to Ms Bitters' lecture on DOOM. Then all of a sudden, a paper ball came flying towards Meg. She ducked, and the paper ball sailed past her, striking Zim, then it rebounded and landed on her desk. Meg picked up the crumpled up paper and carefully unfolded it. It was a famous Dib drawing, but there was something different about it – his artwork was coloured in. Dib never coloured things in. Then finally Meg's brain kicked in and she recognized the neat colouring in as Tan's, but before she had a chance to do anything, Zim snatched it from her grasp and took a look at the picture for himself. His face suddenly twisted in rage; if he were a dog he probably would've been foaming at the mouth. Keeping control of his anger, Zim slipped the picture into his pod backpack and shot a menacing glare over in Dib's direction.
Tan could feel two eyes burning through her side that weren't meant for her, but for Dib. She glanced over at Dib, who was unaware that Zim was throwing him a death glare. If he had've noticed, he would have been doing the same thing back.
Then Tan brought the vision of Zim and his deadly death glare, and a thought hit her. 'What the hell? Why did I just improve that drawing?!' Tan was getting a little freaked for doing something like that and not even noticing it – and for actually enjoying it!
The bell rang throughout the classroom, interrupting Tan from her distressing thoughts. She stood up, quickly packing the stationary away into her bag, and proceeded to meet Meg outside.
As soon as Meg walked out of the classroom, Tan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the tussling crowd of recess.
'Meg, did you think or do anything abnormal today, or unlike you?' inquired Tan.
'Well . . . . I . . . .' Meg trailed off, blushing a little and fiddling with the straps on her backpack. The left strap broke and the contents of her bag tumbled out onto the floor. 'Oops.'
'What'd you do?' urged Tan.
'We-ellll, for some reason I . . . . .' Meg paused. 'ThoughtthatZimwasmymaster!'
'I didn't quite catch that, Meg. You were a tad too fast.'
'I thought of Zim as my master,' Meg said.
Tan was surprised that it hadn't been something horrible, because of the way that Meg had seemed so embarrassed. Tan giggled to herself.
'Well what did you do?' asked Meg, narrowing her eyes at her giggling friend.
'Well compared to what you did, mine doesn't seem so important anymore,' Tan said, with a big grin on her face.
'C'mon just tell me.'
'Well, all I did was improve Dib's drawing of Zim without noticing and I think I enjoyed it!' The grin slowly disappeared from Tan's face as she spoke.
'Oh.' Meg sighed, disappointed.
'Don't worry. There's probably nothing to worry about,' reassured Tan, noticing Meg's concerned face.
'How do we know that?' asked Meg. 'No one from the real world has ever been in a cartoon world before!'
'Or if they have, they never came out to tell the tale,' added Tan.
Meg's face suddenly went ghostly white – you had to squint to even see her freckles.
GirChic: *Suddenly wakes from her trance from the Scary Monkey Show* I love that show!
The Slayer: Yes, yes, GirChic. Well did you humans like the chapter? Review and tell us!! Please??
GirChic: I did!! I'll and review then, kay?
The Slayer: No GirChic! Not you!!! You're one of the authors! *Grabs GirChic before she can run away and be embarrassing AGAIN*
GirChic: See my piggy?!?!
The Slayer: *Rolls her eyes* Yes, yes. Very nice.
GirChic: *slurps a chocolate-bubblegum brain freezy*
The Slayer: Those things are going to rust, or should I say freeze, your gears one day *shakes her head in shame*
GirChic: But for now I'll say it while I remember - we do not own Invader Zim! Is that what that cartoon's called, Master?
The Slayer: Hey I was supposed to say that! And *sighs* yes unfortunately you got it right for once in your short robotic life span.
GirChic: You usually use the word 'span' when you say that I have the attention SPAN of a goldfish!
The Slayer: Yes that is correct, and I still think that!
GirChic: *Has already started to watch the Scary Monkey Show, with drool hanging from her mouth*
RUBBER PIGGIES AND MADNESS
Chapter 3
Skool (What the hell??)
It had been a day since Tan and Meg had realised that something extraordinary had happened to them, and that they were in the best cartoon on the face of the earth, INVADER ZIM (in case you haven't already realised it for yourself). The girls blindly found their way to Zim and Dib's Skool (YAY!). They silently entered the Skool yard as all the other children looked at them strangely and whispered about them behind their backs.
Tan brushed her long, blond hair out of her face while giving the children the Death Glare, whereas Meg just strolled along in a daze, quietly humming the DOOM Song.
'This has GOTTA be the most exciting thing that's ever happened to us in our short and miserable life span, Meg,' whispered Tan as she and her friend found a bench to sit down on as they waited for the first bell to ring.
'I know,' sniffed Meg, wiping a tear from her eye. 'I'm so happy!'
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNG! Went the first bell, and the girls excitedly jumped up and reported to the office.
***
The children of Ms Bitters' class filled the small, stuffy, poor excuse of a classroom.
At one side of the room sat a green child with no ears or nose visible. He was rambling on about how all of humanity would bow down to him. On the opposite side of the room sat a pale-skinned child, with glasses and a spiky hairstyle. He was also rambling on – about Zim being an Alien from Outer Space.
Ms Bitters suddenly sauntered into the classroom in her usual scary way and all went silent as she gave the young children her DOOM stare.
'Students, we have two new miserable pupils to add to this DOOMED classroom.'
Tan and Meg then jumped into the classroom, ecstatic to be in Zim and Dib's class.
'If you have anything to say, say it now and make it snappy,' snarled Ms Bitters.
The girls turned to face the class, their happiness transforming into shyness.
'Err, hi! My name's Tan and this is my friend Meg.'
'Hi!' said Meg.
'Good. Now TAKE YOUR SEATS!' Ms Bitters ordered.
Tan and Meg scanned the classroom, finding only two desks empty, which were unfortunately separated by one measly little student. But on the other hand, one desk was next to Zim and the other was next to Dib. Meg immediately went to the desk next to Zim, and Tan scooted over to the desk beside Dib.
Once Ms Bitters began to drone on about her favourite subject - DOOM, Meg knew that it was safe to take a good look around the classroom. Then her eyes fell upon Zim.
'Zim my master,' she thought. 'What the hell?! I can't believe I just thought of Zim as my master! He's GIR'S master! Not mine! I wonder what I should say to Zim . . . . If only I had enough courage to speak to him.'
On the other side of the class sat Tan, slyly watching Dib as he drew one of his only-too-famous doodles of Zim being autopsied. Once Dib was satisfied with his masterpiece, he screwed it up and aimed it for Zim's head, but with his lack of upper-arm strength, he accidentally nailed it into Tan's face instead.
She picked it up and unravelled the artwork as she glanced over at Dib, who quickly looked in the opposite direction. Without a word or a thought, Tan reached into her stylish backpack and produced a pack of coloured pencils to improve the drawing with a splash of colour.
Back on Meg's side, she was watching Zim's every move.
'What are you looking at, human stink-beast?' whispered Zim harshly.
'Doom,' replied Meg, her voice suddenly changing to a very high-pitched tone resembling Gir's.
Shocked at the answer he got and for once not having anything to say, Zim turned back to Ms Bitters' lecture on DOOM. Then all of a sudden, a paper ball came flying towards Meg. She ducked, and the paper ball sailed past her, striking Zim, then it rebounded and landed on her desk. Meg picked up the crumpled up paper and carefully unfolded it. It was a famous Dib drawing, but there was something different about it – his artwork was coloured in. Dib never coloured things in. Then finally Meg's brain kicked in and she recognized the neat colouring in as Tan's, but before she had a chance to do anything, Zim snatched it from her grasp and took a look at the picture for himself. His face suddenly twisted in rage; if he were a dog he probably would've been foaming at the mouth. Keeping control of his anger, Zim slipped the picture into his pod backpack and shot a menacing glare over in Dib's direction.
Tan could feel two eyes burning through her side that weren't meant for her, but for Dib. She glanced over at Dib, who was unaware that Zim was throwing him a death glare. If he had've noticed, he would have been doing the same thing back.
Then Tan brought the vision of Zim and his deadly death glare, and a thought hit her. 'What the hell? Why did I just improve that drawing?!' Tan was getting a little freaked for doing something like that and not even noticing it – and for actually enjoying it!
The bell rang throughout the classroom, interrupting Tan from her distressing thoughts. She stood up, quickly packing the stationary away into her bag, and proceeded to meet Meg outside.
As soon as Meg walked out of the classroom, Tan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the tussling crowd of recess.
'Meg, did you think or do anything abnormal today, or unlike you?' inquired Tan.
'Well . . . . I . . . .' Meg trailed off, blushing a little and fiddling with the straps on her backpack. The left strap broke and the contents of her bag tumbled out onto the floor. 'Oops.'
'What'd you do?' urged Tan.
'We-ellll, for some reason I . . . . .' Meg paused. 'ThoughtthatZimwasmymaster!'
'I didn't quite catch that, Meg. You were a tad too fast.'
'I thought of Zim as my master,' Meg said.
Tan was surprised that it hadn't been something horrible, because of the way that Meg had seemed so embarrassed. Tan giggled to herself.
'Well what did you do?' asked Meg, narrowing her eyes at her giggling friend.
'Well compared to what you did, mine doesn't seem so important anymore,' Tan said, with a big grin on her face.
'C'mon just tell me.'
'Well, all I did was improve Dib's drawing of Zim without noticing and I think I enjoyed it!' The grin slowly disappeared from Tan's face as she spoke.
'Oh.' Meg sighed, disappointed.
'Don't worry. There's probably nothing to worry about,' reassured Tan, noticing Meg's concerned face.
'How do we know that?' asked Meg. 'No one from the real world has ever been in a cartoon world before!'
'Or if they have, they never came out to tell the tale,' added Tan.
Meg's face suddenly went ghostly white – you had to squint to even see her freckles.
GirChic: *Suddenly wakes from her trance from the Scary Monkey Show* I love that show!
The Slayer: Yes, yes, GirChic. Well did you humans like the chapter? Review and tell us!! Please??
GirChic: I did!! I'll and review then, kay?
The Slayer: No GirChic! Not you!!! You're one of the authors! *Grabs GirChic before she can run away and be embarrassing AGAIN*
GirChic: See my piggy?!?!
The Slayer: *Rolls her eyes* Yes, yes. Very nice.
