They passed a window, stopping to watch Zim and GIR get into the Voot Cruiser.
"GIR, once we get back to the lab, I want to run some tests on your artificial intelligence chip. It seems to be...bad," said Zim as he got into the Voot Cruiser, following GIR. They spotted Dib running towards the Voot Cruiser, snapping picture after picture with his camera.
Harry and Co. continued to the library.
Hermione proceeded to find a section on ancient Egypt. She flipped through a few books until a section caught her eye. "Here it is! The Golden Toothpick of Thebes!" she announced, having found what they were looking for.
"It may only be golden 'cause I was using it to clean my ears," said Harry.
"WHAT!?" shouted Hermione anxiously. "You have it?"
"No, some masked guy in black asked for it and I gave it to him..."
"Harry, that probably wasn't the best thing to do," said Ron quietly.
"But how did GIR get it?" said Hermione.
They were interrupted as Snape strode in, wearing a bikini.
"Oh, that is not right," said Harry, preparing to vomit.
"This is your pilot Fruit Fly speaking," Snape said loudly to all who were in the library. "It's 192 degrees in our destination, a remote South Pacific island. Flight conditions will be good today, but in case one of the engines falls off, I will slap myself with metal. The weather today is supposed to be party morbid with a chance of creepy humor, and I am going to die now." Snape proceeded to collapse onto the library floor
Hermione shrugged and returned to the book. "Apparently, the toothpick belonged to the Egyptian priest Imhotep. It's last known place of residence was in the possession of one Rick O'Connell in 1933," read Hermione.
"1933? When was that book published?" asked Harry.
Hermione flipped back to the first page. "Copyright 1934."
"Oh...maybe you need a newer edition," replied Ron.
"Yeah, maybe," said Hermione.
"Because really, its last known place of residence was in.... GIR's possession!!!! And he left with Zim on the Cruiser and he still had it!!!" said Harry quite anxiously.
"Hang on, hang on," said Hermione, trying to keep from panicking. "Why do we even need the Golden Toothpick of Thebes?"
"I thought that's what we were trying to find out. Anyway, I have a feeling we'll still get some good history on it by reading that old book," said Ron.
Hermione continued. "Imhotep used the toothpick in many sacred ancient Egyptian rituals ---"
Once again, they were disrupted by the sound of two arguing voices, one electronic and hyper, and the other very frustrated.
"GIR! What did you do to the Cruiser!??" shouted Zim, walking down a nearby hallway.
"I filled the fuel tanks with clown lungs!" replied GIR happily.
"Now's our chance to get that Toothpick," said Harry back in the library.
Snape danced by in a bright red spandex catsuit singing "It's Raining Men!" by the Pointer Sisters.
"Heh...I think we've found out more about Snape then we wanted to know..." said Harry, walking away. Hermione and Ron followed Harry, with Hermione reciting tidbits of trivia about the golden toothpick of Thebes. Harry walked out to the Hallway, following the sound of GIR.
"I miss my cupcake," said GIR.
"We have to find Voot Cruiser fuel GIR, not cupcakes," replied Zim.
"GIR, there's something odd about this place."
"Let's make biscuits." Harry rounded the corner.
"There will be no biscuit making GIR! Give me the Golden Toothpick of Thebes NOW!"
"Hmmm...no," replied GIR.
"Why not?" asked Harry.
"Because I don't have my little rubber piggy," replied GIR. With a flick of his wand, GIR was buried in little pink rubber piggys.
"PIGGIES!" shouted GIR overexcitedly as he rolled around in the pile.
"Now I must have the Toothpick," said Harry.
GIR hurled the Golden Toothpick of Thebes at him and continued playing with his couple hundred pink rubber piggies. Zim, meanwhile, was surverying the whole scene off to the side. He looked at Harry, hypnotizing him once again with Pustulio.
"Find me some fuel for the Cruiser," Zim commanded.
"Yes....." said Harry tonelessly.
Hermione slapped him, yet again. "Harry, give me the Golden Toothpick of Thebes," she hissed.
"Right, right...." Harry handed off the toothpick.
Before much else could happen, they heard a joyful scream heading in their direction. It was Professor Trelawny running toward them at Mach 10, screaming, "I am the magical peppermint! I have powers eggplants can only dream of!!!" She was flapping her arms wildly now. Zim, who was standing between Trelawny and the drop off to a staircase far below, moved aside quickly. Professor Trelawny cackled happily and landed with a sick crunch 50 feet onto the other staircase.
"Ugh! That had to hurt!" said Ron.
"Right...We now have the Golden Toothpick of Thebes...we have to find out who wants it and why," replied Hermione.
"Perhaps Dumbledore would know," said Harry.
"Is it possible for us to get through one of these stories without having to go see Dumbledore?" asked Ron.
"No," replied the Author.
"GIR, once we get back to the lab, I want to run some tests on your artificial intelligence chip. It seems to be...bad," said Zim as he got into the Voot Cruiser, following GIR. They spotted Dib running towards the Voot Cruiser, snapping picture after picture with his camera.
Harry and Co. continued to the library.
Hermione proceeded to find a section on ancient Egypt. She flipped through a few books until a section caught her eye. "Here it is! The Golden Toothpick of Thebes!" she announced, having found what they were looking for.
"It may only be golden 'cause I was using it to clean my ears," said Harry.
"WHAT!?" shouted Hermione anxiously. "You have it?"
"No, some masked guy in black asked for it and I gave it to him..."
"Harry, that probably wasn't the best thing to do," said Ron quietly.
"But how did GIR get it?" said Hermione.
They were interrupted as Snape strode in, wearing a bikini.
"Oh, that is not right," said Harry, preparing to vomit.
"This is your pilot Fruit Fly speaking," Snape said loudly to all who were in the library. "It's 192 degrees in our destination, a remote South Pacific island. Flight conditions will be good today, but in case one of the engines falls off, I will slap myself with metal. The weather today is supposed to be party morbid with a chance of creepy humor, and I am going to die now." Snape proceeded to collapse onto the library floor
Hermione shrugged and returned to the book. "Apparently, the toothpick belonged to the Egyptian priest Imhotep. It's last known place of residence was in the possession of one Rick O'Connell in 1933," read Hermione.
"1933? When was that book published?" asked Harry.
Hermione flipped back to the first page. "Copyright 1934."
"Oh...maybe you need a newer edition," replied Ron.
"Yeah, maybe," said Hermione.
"Because really, its last known place of residence was in.... GIR's possession!!!! And he left with Zim on the Cruiser and he still had it!!!" said Harry quite anxiously.
"Hang on, hang on," said Hermione, trying to keep from panicking. "Why do we even need the Golden Toothpick of Thebes?"
"I thought that's what we were trying to find out. Anyway, I have a feeling we'll still get some good history on it by reading that old book," said Ron.
Hermione continued. "Imhotep used the toothpick in many sacred ancient Egyptian rituals ---"
Once again, they were disrupted by the sound of two arguing voices, one electronic and hyper, and the other very frustrated.
"GIR! What did you do to the Cruiser!??" shouted Zim, walking down a nearby hallway.
"I filled the fuel tanks with clown lungs!" replied GIR happily.
"Now's our chance to get that Toothpick," said Harry back in the library.
Snape danced by in a bright red spandex catsuit singing "It's Raining Men!" by the Pointer Sisters.
"Heh...I think we've found out more about Snape then we wanted to know..." said Harry, walking away. Hermione and Ron followed Harry, with Hermione reciting tidbits of trivia about the golden toothpick of Thebes. Harry walked out to the Hallway, following the sound of GIR.
"I miss my cupcake," said GIR.
"We have to find Voot Cruiser fuel GIR, not cupcakes," replied Zim.
"GIR, there's something odd about this place."
"Let's make biscuits." Harry rounded the corner.
"There will be no biscuit making GIR! Give me the Golden Toothpick of Thebes NOW!"
"Hmmm...no," replied GIR.
"Why not?" asked Harry.
"Because I don't have my little rubber piggy," replied GIR. With a flick of his wand, GIR was buried in little pink rubber piggys.
"PIGGIES!" shouted GIR overexcitedly as he rolled around in the pile.
"Now I must have the Toothpick," said Harry.
GIR hurled the Golden Toothpick of Thebes at him and continued playing with his couple hundred pink rubber piggies. Zim, meanwhile, was surverying the whole scene off to the side. He looked at Harry, hypnotizing him once again with Pustulio.
"Find me some fuel for the Cruiser," Zim commanded.
"Yes....." said Harry tonelessly.
Hermione slapped him, yet again. "Harry, give me the Golden Toothpick of Thebes," she hissed.
"Right, right...." Harry handed off the toothpick.
Before much else could happen, they heard a joyful scream heading in their direction. It was Professor Trelawny running toward them at Mach 10, screaming, "I am the magical peppermint! I have powers eggplants can only dream of!!!" She was flapping her arms wildly now. Zim, who was standing between Trelawny and the drop off to a staircase far below, moved aside quickly. Professor Trelawny cackled happily and landed with a sick crunch 50 feet onto the other staircase.
"Ugh! That had to hurt!" said Ron.
"Right...We now have the Golden Toothpick of Thebes...we have to find out who wants it and why," replied Hermione.
"Perhaps Dumbledore would know," said Harry.
"Is it possible for us to get through one of these stories without having to go see Dumbledore?" asked Ron.
"No," replied the Author.
