Invader Zim- Gir's Day Out
Beware Riding the Bus
"Disgusting human white substance." Zim growled, spiting out what glue had landed in his mouth. He held in the urge to yell more at the glue and his weak need to use it. "I must save Gir!" He reminded himself, heading toward the elevator. Quickly, he popped out from under the kitchen table, narrowly missing bumping his head on it. He trudged over to the door, pulling it open and looking hesitantly out at the rain. It hadn't let up any, and he was a tad nervous about heading out into the falling bullets of doom.
"But I have to save Gir. That nasty Dib is probably experimenting evil experiments on him! Here I come!" He rushed out into the rain without a second thought.including the thought to close the door.
The rain bounced off Zim's protected body harmlessly, allowing the Irken to smile slightly. But, as he ran, Zim began to notice his legs were sticking together. "What? What is this?" He hollered, struggling to pull them apart. An agitated growl escaped his throat, and two of his spider legs appeared from his backpack pod. The metal legs pulled the real legs apart, but then couldn't release themselves from the sticky fabric. "This is.not good." Zim waddled over to a side alley.
His spider legs were secured to the gluey pants. "I curse this foul sticky substance! It brings more bad then good!" Zim calmed down immediately, knowing that yelling wouldn't help the situation. It took a good five minutes before the spider legs were restored to their spots in the pod, along with shreds of Zim's pants. The alien looked down at the two holes in his uniform angrily, realizing his skin had not been glued there. "If I go out in the rain, then those bullets will surely find my weakness. And how can I save Gir if my legs are all burny?" He tapped a finger against his forehead, musing quietly. "The bus! I'll take the bus!"
Zim raced to the nearest bus stop, running in a strange manner so the least amount of rain would fall on his exposed legs. By the time he had jumped into the bus, after pushing a nun out of the way, long tendrils of smoke were rising from his lower half. "Here . . . is your . . . currency that you require." He wheezed, throwing the money at the bus driver. "Next time put it in the collection box, jerk." The bus driver hissed under her breath. Zim was to exhausted, and engulfed in pain to make any remark. He collapsed on a chair, not even noticing all the disturbing noises that surrounded him.
The bus bumped along the busy streets uncomfortably. If Zim had been aware, which he wasn't, he might have realized passed by his target four times. Around the sixth time, he did realize and prepared to get off. "What's this?" He yelped as he realized he couldn't get up.
"Try unbuckling." The bus driver sneered.
"There is no buckles human driver!" Zim grabbed the seat in front of him and heaved. His hindquarters remained stuck to the seat.
"Everyone off that wants off!" The driver called out, momentarily braking before slamming on the acceleration again. "No, wait stink beast!" Zim ordered, still trying to stand. "You'll have to wait until next time you slacker." The driver replied uncaringly. Zim grumbled an Irken curse under his breath, glaring at the driver's back. He then turned his attention to becoming unstuck from the chair.
He tried everything he could think of (except for things that would expose him as an alien) to get off the chair, but the glue was very effective. Zim glanced out the window and realized that the next stop would be the one he wanted. "Release me evil bus bench!" He yelled again, but to no avail. Finally, after much more ordering of release, a laser appeared from his pod and began to saw at the bench.
"Everyone off!" The driver hollered, once again only slowing down instead of stopping. This time, Zim was ready. He sprang through the doors, rolling to a stop on the sidewalk. "Earth needs a new means of transportation." He muttered, dusting himself off and heading down the street. Just two houses away he could see Dib's house, and hear screams in the air. "Poor Gir!" He wailed, beginning to run. He raced up to the windows, looking in and seeing nothing.
Slowly he moved to the front door, staring at his old rival: the doorbell. With a shaky hand, he pressed it. A few moments later Gaz appeared with a more-than-usual sour expression. "Zim. What do you want? And why do you have part of bus bench stuck to your butt?"
Zim shifted uncomfortably in embarrassment, "It doesn't matter, Gaz. I'm here to collect, or save whichever it may be, Gir!" He stood proud, trying to look threatening with the chair attached firmly to his backside. Gaz raised an eyebrow slightly, chuckled and allowed Zim in. "Whatever, take him home. And if you don't, I'll tear it apart and mail it to you." She turned on her heel, yelling up to Dib about having a visitor, and went into the kitchen.
Zim sniffed the air where Gaz had just stood. Was that . . . soda he smelled? Earthanoids did have strange means of making themselves smell "good".
"Zim!" The alien looked up at the caller of his name, glowering a reply, "Dib."
Beware Riding the Bus
"Disgusting human white substance." Zim growled, spiting out what glue had landed in his mouth. He held in the urge to yell more at the glue and his weak need to use it. "I must save Gir!" He reminded himself, heading toward the elevator. Quickly, he popped out from under the kitchen table, narrowly missing bumping his head on it. He trudged over to the door, pulling it open and looking hesitantly out at the rain. It hadn't let up any, and he was a tad nervous about heading out into the falling bullets of doom.
"But I have to save Gir. That nasty Dib is probably experimenting evil experiments on him! Here I come!" He rushed out into the rain without a second thought.including the thought to close the door.
The rain bounced off Zim's protected body harmlessly, allowing the Irken to smile slightly. But, as he ran, Zim began to notice his legs were sticking together. "What? What is this?" He hollered, struggling to pull them apart. An agitated growl escaped his throat, and two of his spider legs appeared from his backpack pod. The metal legs pulled the real legs apart, but then couldn't release themselves from the sticky fabric. "This is.not good." Zim waddled over to a side alley.
His spider legs were secured to the gluey pants. "I curse this foul sticky substance! It brings more bad then good!" Zim calmed down immediately, knowing that yelling wouldn't help the situation. It took a good five minutes before the spider legs were restored to their spots in the pod, along with shreds of Zim's pants. The alien looked down at the two holes in his uniform angrily, realizing his skin had not been glued there. "If I go out in the rain, then those bullets will surely find my weakness. And how can I save Gir if my legs are all burny?" He tapped a finger against his forehead, musing quietly. "The bus! I'll take the bus!"
Zim raced to the nearest bus stop, running in a strange manner so the least amount of rain would fall on his exposed legs. By the time he had jumped into the bus, after pushing a nun out of the way, long tendrils of smoke were rising from his lower half. "Here . . . is your . . . currency that you require." He wheezed, throwing the money at the bus driver. "Next time put it in the collection box, jerk." The bus driver hissed under her breath. Zim was to exhausted, and engulfed in pain to make any remark. He collapsed on a chair, not even noticing all the disturbing noises that surrounded him.
The bus bumped along the busy streets uncomfortably. If Zim had been aware, which he wasn't, he might have realized passed by his target four times. Around the sixth time, he did realize and prepared to get off. "What's this?" He yelped as he realized he couldn't get up.
"Try unbuckling." The bus driver sneered.
"There is no buckles human driver!" Zim grabbed the seat in front of him and heaved. His hindquarters remained stuck to the seat.
"Everyone off that wants off!" The driver called out, momentarily braking before slamming on the acceleration again. "No, wait stink beast!" Zim ordered, still trying to stand. "You'll have to wait until next time you slacker." The driver replied uncaringly. Zim grumbled an Irken curse under his breath, glaring at the driver's back. He then turned his attention to becoming unstuck from the chair.
He tried everything he could think of (except for things that would expose him as an alien) to get off the chair, but the glue was very effective. Zim glanced out the window and realized that the next stop would be the one he wanted. "Release me evil bus bench!" He yelled again, but to no avail. Finally, after much more ordering of release, a laser appeared from his pod and began to saw at the bench.
"Everyone off!" The driver hollered, once again only slowing down instead of stopping. This time, Zim was ready. He sprang through the doors, rolling to a stop on the sidewalk. "Earth needs a new means of transportation." He muttered, dusting himself off and heading down the street. Just two houses away he could see Dib's house, and hear screams in the air. "Poor Gir!" He wailed, beginning to run. He raced up to the windows, looking in and seeing nothing.
Slowly he moved to the front door, staring at his old rival: the doorbell. With a shaky hand, he pressed it. A few moments later Gaz appeared with a more-than-usual sour expression. "Zim. What do you want? And why do you have part of bus bench stuck to your butt?"
Zim shifted uncomfortably in embarrassment, "It doesn't matter, Gaz. I'm here to collect, or save whichever it may be, Gir!" He stood proud, trying to look threatening with the chair attached firmly to his backside. Gaz raised an eyebrow slightly, chuckled and allowed Zim in. "Whatever, take him home. And if you don't, I'll tear it apart and mail it to you." She turned on her heel, yelling up to Dib about having a visitor, and went into the kitchen.
Zim sniffed the air where Gaz had just stood. Was that . . . soda he smelled? Earthanoids did have strange means of making themselves smell "good".
"Zim!" The alien looked up at the caller of his name, glowering a reply, "Dib."
