IZ & co aren't mine. End of story.
Author's Note: Ok, I have read the reviews on the first two chapters, and I thank you for your opinions, very much so!
One of you said that a different title is in order. Um, any ideas on what I should change the title to? That is, for me, the hardest part, naming my stories.
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Zim came out in the middle of a dark and deserted cul-de-sac (sp?) Infuriated at his misfit SIR's interference, he muttered and stomped his way to the end, tripped over the curb, and looked up from the sidewalk at... his house? It was tall, thin, and yet had some weird texture... like green bricks...the roof was still purple, and his door still had it's men's room symbol... but something was different. The grass in the front yard wasn't its usual bright green. It was yellowed in some places, brown and dying in others, and leaves were strewn across one side from a neighbor's tree, now bare. The gnomes sat still and unmoving, slightly rusted with age. The whole ensemble actually looked as if five years had gone by since the alien had created it upon landing. Undaunted, Zim leapt to his feet and stormed up to the door, planning on bursting in and finding that blasted bot and-but the door didn't open when he twisted the knob. Shocked, he looked around, then down, and saw a key at his feet.
What in the Tallest's names is this scrap of metal for?! He asked the door. Computer! Let me IN!
The computer didn't answer. Zim picked up the key, put his eye up to it to examine it closely, turning it over and over. It glinted in the faint light from the street lamp, brass, flat, and round at one end with jagged teeth at the other.
That, alien SCUM, is a KEY, a familiar voice taunted from behind Zim, making him start with surprise. Don't they have keys where you come from?
Zim turned to glare at his rival. Yes, and they are the BEST in the UNIVERSE. I didn't recognize this for what it was since it is of such a PRIMITIVE DESIGN!! How do you earth WORMS operate such devices?
Dib responded with a smirk, I could show you, but first you must answer me this... What was that accursed thing in your LAB?! What did it do to me? Are we in some alternate dimension?!
What? What were you doing in MY lab in the first place, earth monkey? Tampering with my experiments? Your own fault, then. Zim turned back to the door with a shout of GIR! OPEN UP! I have strong words to speak to you!!!
Dib laughed, I see. You don't even know yourself, do you. Such a clever ALIEN, huh.
Zim faced Dib, scowling upwards. Everything is under control, filth. Now go home, or the gnomes will drag you! Gnomes! Intruder!
The garden gnomes sat in the yard, unresponsive. Dib laughed mockingly.
They obviously aren't working. We must be in some other dimension: I can't find my house, so I came here, figuring you would know something about what had happened. I was wrong, wasn't I. He shouldered Zim out of the way, snatched the key, and shoved it into the doorknob. He then deftly twisted the knob and pushed the door open to reveal GIR. Before Dib could gloat at his success, Zim bolted inside and slammed the door shut. As Dib turned to find a comfortable piece of lawn to sit on until morning, he heard Zim scolding the robot, and then panicking when the computer still wouldn't respond. A few minutes later he heard the Irken's screeching, muffled by the layers of wall.
WHAT? WHERE IS MY LAB??? THIS IS NOT MY TOILET!!!...... THE TRASHCAN ROUTE IS BLOCKED!!! GIR!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME???
The next morning Dib awoke, cramped and wet from the dew. The sun was up, his muscles ached, and he was sure there was a dent in his back where he had been sleeping on that rock. Dazed and confused, he got up and decided that if he found his skool, he could find his house from there, and it would be easier now that the sun was shining. It was cold... and it was still cold fifteen minutes later as he reached the skool. But was it his skool? The big sign at the top was gone, and it looked more... friendly. Fir trees stood tall at either side of the entrance, and lettering above the doors spelled out Telson High School.
he muttered. They spelled hi skool wrong.
Back at Zim's house, the alien hadn't had a very pleasant night.
GIR, what am I going to DO? I can't contact the Tallest, I can't make repairs, and I can't make things to take over this filthy planet! And my disguise! Where is my disguise? I can't go to skool without it! I can't go outside without it!
GIR said brightly, I finished polishing your contacts, and I shampooed your wiggy thing, like you said to!
But GIR, I didn't ASK you to-wait! Do you HAVE them? HERE? NOW?
Um, yes, master! Can I have a cupcake?
Yes! Yes, give me my disguise, and you shall have as many cupcakes as you please!! Here, take the money, and go buy TEN cupcakes! Zim cried, greatly relieved.
And a brainfreezie?
And a brainfreezie. NOW! I shall head off to SKOOL!!! Do not get into any trouble while I am gone, GIR, and bring your Earth... items back to the base to... eat.
