Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Two: Day Two
Zim glanced up and sighed.
"Well, here it is... the Krazy Taco." Zim stared at the door, contemplating wether or not he should go in. "I guess I'll have to... after all, I need to purchase
SOMEthing for Gir... and this happened to be the only thing I could think of on short notice." Sighing, he walked through the door.
Oh, how he wished he hadn't.
Inside the Krazy Taco was the most disgusting sight he had ever seen. Okay, that pile of garbage overloading the trashcan was pretty nasty as well, but
Zim had never expected to find Dib here.
"Why, hello, *Zim*," Dib greeted.
Zim shoved him aside. "I'm not in the mood for this, Dib."
Dib raised an eyebrow in question. "Really? What *are* you in the mood for then?"
"I'm in the mood to make my purchases and get home before sundown!" Zim walked up and quickly placed his order.
Dib was intrigued by this. "Sundown, eh...? What's the matter, *Zim*? Gotta get home before you mutate into some super alien?"
Zim was growing irritated. "NO! I need to get to my house to give my dog his food before the sun goes down so I can light the candles!!" He grabbed the
bag of tacos and bolted.
Dib frowned. "Candles? Whey would Zim need candles?
Zim hurried back to his base. "Oh, I *knew* I should've gone there sooner! Tomorrow when I go out, I'll be sure to leave earlier, so I won't have to make
such a crucial deadline!!" Panting, he ran harder down the road.
At long last, home came into view. Zim dashed inside and held the bag behind his back so Gir couldn't see it. The tacos were still warm; that would make
Gir happy.
Glancing out the window, Zim noticed that the sun still had a few minutes in the sky. Sighing with relief, he prepared the Shamish for its next lighting. "Gir!
It's time!!"
"Yay!" chirped a voice. The tiny andriod squeaked out a few seconds later, holding something behind his back.
"Okay, Gir..." Zim set the Shamish wick into flame, and drifted it over to a second candle. "There... three lovely lights to warm the window with."
Gir nodded and sighed at the candles.
"Well, what are you waitong for? Get your yarmulke!!"
Gir squealed. "Ahh!! My hat! I forgot my ha-a-a-a-at!!"
Zim sighed. "It's not a hat, Gir. Will you quit calling it that?"
"But it goes on my head like a hat!!" called a voice from another room.
"Whatever," Zim muttered as Gir came running out.
"Here here here!!" Gir sang and held out Zim's yarmulke.
Zim took it and put it on. "You know the drill, Gir..."
"Does he want a hat, too?"
"Not the tool drill!! The prayer!!"
"Why didn't you say so?" Gir shifted his legs and knelt. Zim knelt down beside him and softly spoke the nightly prayer.
"Okay now..." Zim pulled out the bag. "For you, Gir."
Gir eyes grew wide. He forgot about Zim's gift, and whatever he had been holding fell to the ground and cracked.
"Gir, what was that?"
Gir turned around and saw a black cartridge cracked down the middle. "AHHHHHHHHH!!! IT BROKE!!!"
"What *was* it?"
" ::sniffle:: It was a collection of... ::sniff:: Scary Monkey Show episodes that I ::sniff:: wanted you to have..."
Zim picked up the tape. "Uh, well... don't worry about it, Gir. It's the... thought that counts... I guess." Zim set the tape on the bookshelf. "I'll fix it later, okay?"
That cheered him up. "Okay!" He swallowed his tacos in one bite and headed to play with his stars.
Zim sighed again. "Scary Monkey Show... of all things---" he stopped. "Well... I'm only doing this to act normal. It's... not like I really expected anything from
him in the first place."
(Then why do I feel so... disapointed?) "ARGH!! It's just a stinking human holiday! I shouldn't care if I get anything out of it!" Zim hopped up and marched
to the window. "The only thing *I* desire is getting closer to my goal of ruling this spinning ball of mud!!" Too frustrated to think straight, Zim huffed as he
made his way downstairs to sleep.
Chapter Two: Day Two
Zim glanced up and sighed.
"Well, here it is... the Krazy Taco." Zim stared at the door, contemplating wether or not he should go in. "I guess I'll have to... after all, I need to purchase
SOMEthing for Gir... and this happened to be the only thing I could think of on short notice." Sighing, he walked through the door.
Oh, how he wished he hadn't.
Inside the Krazy Taco was the most disgusting sight he had ever seen. Okay, that pile of garbage overloading the trashcan was pretty nasty as well, but
Zim had never expected to find Dib here.
"Why, hello, *Zim*," Dib greeted.
Zim shoved him aside. "I'm not in the mood for this, Dib."
Dib raised an eyebrow in question. "Really? What *are* you in the mood for then?"
"I'm in the mood to make my purchases and get home before sundown!" Zim walked up and quickly placed his order.
Dib was intrigued by this. "Sundown, eh...? What's the matter, *Zim*? Gotta get home before you mutate into some super alien?"
Zim was growing irritated. "NO! I need to get to my house to give my dog his food before the sun goes down so I can light the candles!!" He grabbed the
bag of tacos and bolted.
Dib frowned. "Candles? Whey would Zim need candles?
Zim hurried back to his base. "Oh, I *knew* I should've gone there sooner! Tomorrow when I go out, I'll be sure to leave earlier, so I won't have to make
such a crucial deadline!!" Panting, he ran harder down the road.
At long last, home came into view. Zim dashed inside and held the bag behind his back so Gir couldn't see it. The tacos were still warm; that would make
Gir happy.
Glancing out the window, Zim noticed that the sun still had a few minutes in the sky. Sighing with relief, he prepared the Shamish for its next lighting. "Gir!
It's time!!"
"Yay!" chirped a voice. The tiny andriod squeaked out a few seconds later, holding something behind his back.
"Okay, Gir..." Zim set the Shamish wick into flame, and drifted it over to a second candle. "There... three lovely lights to warm the window with."
Gir nodded and sighed at the candles.
"Well, what are you waitong for? Get your yarmulke!!"
Gir squealed. "Ahh!! My hat! I forgot my ha-a-a-a-at!!"
Zim sighed. "It's not a hat, Gir. Will you quit calling it that?"
"But it goes on my head like a hat!!" called a voice from another room.
"Whatever," Zim muttered as Gir came running out.
"Here here here!!" Gir sang and held out Zim's yarmulke.
Zim took it and put it on. "You know the drill, Gir..."
"Does he want a hat, too?"
"Not the tool drill!! The prayer!!"
"Why didn't you say so?" Gir shifted his legs and knelt. Zim knelt down beside him and softly spoke the nightly prayer.
"Okay now..." Zim pulled out the bag. "For you, Gir."
Gir eyes grew wide. He forgot about Zim's gift, and whatever he had been holding fell to the ground and cracked.
"Gir, what was that?"
Gir turned around and saw a black cartridge cracked down the middle. "AHHHHHHHHH!!! IT BROKE!!!"
"What *was* it?"
" ::sniffle:: It was a collection of... ::sniff:: Scary Monkey Show episodes that I ::sniff:: wanted you to have..."
Zim picked up the tape. "Uh, well... don't worry about it, Gir. It's the... thought that counts... I guess." Zim set the tape on the bookshelf. "I'll fix it later, okay?"
That cheered him up. "Okay!" He swallowed his tacos in one bite and headed to play with his stars.
Zim sighed again. "Scary Monkey Show... of all things---" he stopped. "Well... I'm only doing this to act normal. It's... not like I really expected anything from
him in the first place."
(Then why do I feel so... disapointed?) "ARGH!! It's just a stinking human holiday! I shouldn't care if I get anything out of it!" Zim hopped up and marched
to the window. "The only thing *I* desire is getting closer to my goal of ruling this spinning ball of mud!!" Too frustrated to think straight, Zim huffed as he
made his way downstairs to sleep.
