Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Three: Day Three
Zim ran a mental checklist of all the tings that Gir liked. "I got him a star, and those taco... *things*..." he spat out with disgust. "Wait... what about his
horrible cupcakes? Yes, I'll just walk to the store and buy some cupcakes for him. Perfect."
Zim walked into the local supermarket. There he found some pre-made cupcakes, and ended up wandering. "Hmm... he also has a fondness for tuna...
maybe I can ourchase both now, to prevent me from having to go out tomorrow."
It was a good enough plan, but Zim wasn't alone in the store.
A figure creeped up beind him. "Good... he doesn't know I'm here." [I don't have to tell you who this is, do I?]
Zim dropped two cans of tuna fish into his cart. "These are even more repulsive than the other things he had, but... I can't let anyone fond out the truth!"
"You mean besides me?"
Zim nearly dropped his cart. Slowly, he turned around. "AH! Dang it, Dib, would you quit following me around?!"
"Nope." Dib smiled smugly. "I know you're up to something, and I'm not going to rest until I find out what."
Zim was quickly growing annoyed. "Fool! Don't you even know your own measly holiday?!"
"What are you talk---"
"The Hanukkah! I celebrating your Hanukkah! Nothing more, just a nice, quiet, simple, HUMAN observation of your beloved holiday. NOW GO AWAY!"
Zim ran past Dib to the register, knocking the paranormal investigator-in-training to the white tiled floor.
Dib propped himself up on his elbows. "Hanukkah? Zim is celebrating Hanukkah?! *That's* certainly unexpected..."
"Gir, I'm home!"
No sound. (He must have gone out again...) Sighing, Zim went to the kitchen to put the cupcakes away until later. He stopped abutply at the doorway.
The kitchen looked like a candy-war zone. Chocolate pudding mix was everywhere - on the table, the floor, and hanging off the ceiling! Wrappers littered
the room, glued to the walls in various places by cake batter. Zim walked around slowly, observing the mess to its fullest.
/click, click, click, SPLAT!/
"Splat? My footsteps do not go splat. I wond---AHH!!" Zim reeled back. There was a huge gob of vanilla frosting, seperated in enough spots to make it
look like a message had been inscribed into it - or like someone had tried to, anyway. Zim squinted his eyes and managed to make out the following
words:
+mastr,+
+left 2 by moor fooood. b bak latr.+
+luv, GIR+
"Well, at least he left a note... sort of..." Zim sighed at the sight before him. "Computer, initiate cleansing process of house room 003." The computer
beeped in response, and the arms full of cleaning supplies began to do their work. Within minutes, the kitchen was sparkling.
"That's better..." Zim turned around and looked out the window. "Ah! The sun... leaving already?! But... Gir's not home yet!!"
As if on cue, the door swung open. "HIIIIIIII!!!" the green puppy chirped. [A/N: Cliched? Yes. But funny, no? o.0]
"Gir, where on Earth were you?!"
"I played with Pig!!"
Zim growled. Then he sighed in defeat. Yelling at Gir got him nowhere. "Listen up, Gir. You need to be here during the day. If you go out, set the bases
defenses to automatic first, and then you NEED to be home before the sun goes down."
Gir looked around. "Oh, you mean like right now?"
Zim gasped. "The Shamish!!" He reached for the tallest candle, still burning strong. "Okay... here..." He lifted the Shamish over to the next candle for
lighting. The third candle lighting was successful, and he stepped back to admire his work. "You know Gir, for a human device, it looks rather elegant."
"Yeah...." Gir cooed.
Zim closed his eyes. This fire brought back so many happy memories from Irk. He remembered the Great Assigning for Operation: Impending Doom I,
on Conventia long ago... the Tallest looked so proud that day. The stood tall, and happy, as they surveyed their newest elite... the young soldiers around
them, eagerly waiting an assignment. It was like the menorah... the Shamish candle stood so much taller then the rest, watching over them until they were
picked for lighting. What a day...
Back into reality, Zim wandered into the kitchen and returned with the yarmulkes. "Alright, Gir."
"Yay!! I get my hat back!!"
Zim interlaced his fingers and fashioned his lips into the nightly prayer. That finished, he took the yarmulke from Gir and retrieved his present. "Uhm...
Happy Third Day of Hanukkah, Gir."
Gir eyes grew wide. "Ohhhhhhh... my favorite kind..."
"Gir, it's a variety pack."
"I know..." Gir sniffled, "That's why it's so good... I LOVE YOU!!" He tossed away the package and attatched himself to Zim's head.
"Ahhh!!" Zim yelped in surprise. "Gir, would you mind releasing my head?"
"Okie-dokie." Gir climbed down and ran outside.
"Gir, what are you doing? Put your disguise on!!"
"No, it's okay Master. It;s right... HERE!" Gir tugged hard on something in the dark and fell onto his back. "Ugh... here." He held several black, shiny disks
out to Zim. The he skipped away.
Zim watched Gir dance off, then loked at what he had been given. "Rocks... he got me rocks..." He bit his lip, trying to see a bright side as to not make
Gir feel bad. "Uhm, they'll look nice in front of the gnomes... yes! That's it. rocks for the gnomes. I'll... pout them there in the morning." Zim tossed the
stones into the night and shut the door, ignoring the screeching of tires he heard a few seconds later.
Gir was busy polishing off the remaints of his cupcakes. "Yum..." he whirred, licking the bottom of the plastic container. "I like Hanukkah..."
Zim groaned. (He finished it ALREADY?!) "Gir, if you keep eating like that, you'll turn into a cupcake."
"I will?! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zim sighed. "I still don't understand what this... 'Hanukkah' supposed to mean but..." He stopped as a thought popped into his mind. "Maybe I should
reasearch it some more." And he went to his lab to do just that.
____________________
Ooo, spooky. What could Zim's thought be, eh? Welp, I'm not gonna tell you until tomorrow. Why? Because I can.
CryingChild: NOOOO!! Ztarlight's been brainwashed by Nick!! ::crams anti-Nick petitions into Ztarlight's head::
Ztarlight: ::shakes head:: Whew... thanx.
CryingChild: You're welcome. You know, there's a lot of room in there...
Ztarlight: Hey! Do you want me to continue this or not?!
CryingChild: I being quiet now...
::silence::
CryingChild: You know, I was just being honest.
Ztarlight: I hate it when other people are right...
Chapter Three: Day Three
Zim ran a mental checklist of all the tings that Gir liked. "I got him a star, and those taco... *things*..." he spat out with disgust. "Wait... what about his
horrible cupcakes? Yes, I'll just walk to the store and buy some cupcakes for him. Perfect."
Zim walked into the local supermarket. There he found some pre-made cupcakes, and ended up wandering. "Hmm... he also has a fondness for tuna...
maybe I can ourchase both now, to prevent me from having to go out tomorrow."
It was a good enough plan, but Zim wasn't alone in the store.
A figure creeped up beind him. "Good... he doesn't know I'm here." [I don't have to tell you who this is, do I?]
Zim dropped two cans of tuna fish into his cart. "These are even more repulsive than the other things he had, but... I can't let anyone fond out the truth!"
"You mean besides me?"
Zim nearly dropped his cart. Slowly, he turned around. "AH! Dang it, Dib, would you quit following me around?!"
"Nope." Dib smiled smugly. "I know you're up to something, and I'm not going to rest until I find out what."
Zim was quickly growing annoyed. "Fool! Don't you even know your own measly holiday?!"
"What are you talk---"
"The Hanukkah! I celebrating your Hanukkah! Nothing more, just a nice, quiet, simple, HUMAN observation of your beloved holiday. NOW GO AWAY!"
Zim ran past Dib to the register, knocking the paranormal investigator-in-training to the white tiled floor.
Dib propped himself up on his elbows. "Hanukkah? Zim is celebrating Hanukkah?! *That's* certainly unexpected..."
"Gir, I'm home!"
No sound. (He must have gone out again...) Sighing, Zim went to the kitchen to put the cupcakes away until later. He stopped abutply at the doorway.
The kitchen looked like a candy-war zone. Chocolate pudding mix was everywhere - on the table, the floor, and hanging off the ceiling! Wrappers littered
the room, glued to the walls in various places by cake batter. Zim walked around slowly, observing the mess to its fullest.
/click, click, click, SPLAT!/
"Splat? My footsteps do not go splat. I wond---AHH!!" Zim reeled back. There was a huge gob of vanilla frosting, seperated in enough spots to make it
look like a message had been inscribed into it - or like someone had tried to, anyway. Zim squinted his eyes and managed to make out the following
words:
+mastr,+
+left 2 by moor fooood. b bak latr.+
+luv, GIR+
"Well, at least he left a note... sort of..." Zim sighed at the sight before him. "Computer, initiate cleansing process of house room 003." The computer
beeped in response, and the arms full of cleaning supplies began to do their work. Within minutes, the kitchen was sparkling.
"That's better..." Zim turned around and looked out the window. "Ah! The sun... leaving already?! But... Gir's not home yet!!"
As if on cue, the door swung open. "HIIIIIIII!!!" the green puppy chirped. [A/N: Cliched? Yes. But funny, no? o.0]
"Gir, where on Earth were you?!"
"I played with Pig!!"
Zim growled. Then he sighed in defeat. Yelling at Gir got him nowhere. "Listen up, Gir. You need to be here during the day. If you go out, set the bases
defenses to automatic first, and then you NEED to be home before the sun goes down."
Gir looked around. "Oh, you mean like right now?"
Zim gasped. "The Shamish!!" He reached for the tallest candle, still burning strong. "Okay... here..." He lifted the Shamish over to the next candle for
lighting. The third candle lighting was successful, and he stepped back to admire his work. "You know Gir, for a human device, it looks rather elegant."
"Yeah...." Gir cooed.
Zim closed his eyes. This fire brought back so many happy memories from Irk. He remembered the Great Assigning for Operation: Impending Doom I,
on Conventia long ago... the Tallest looked so proud that day. The stood tall, and happy, as they surveyed their newest elite... the young soldiers around
them, eagerly waiting an assignment. It was like the menorah... the Shamish candle stood so much taller then the rest, watching over them until they were
picked for lighting. What a day...
Back into reality, Zim wandered into the kitchen and returned with the yarmulkes. "Alright, Gir."
"Yay!! I get my hat back!!"
Zim interlaced his fingers and fashioned his lips into the nightly prayer. That finished, he took the yarmulke from Gir and retrieved his present. "Uhm...
Happy Third Day of Hanukkah, Gir."
Gir eyes grew wide. "Ohhhhhhh... my favorite kind..."
"Gir, it's a variety pack."
"I know..." Gir sniffled, "That's why it's so good... I LOVE YOU!!" He tossed away the package and attatched himself to Zim's head.
"Ahhh!!" Zim yelped in surprise. "Gir, would you mind releasing my head?"
"Okie-dokie." Gir climbed down and ran outside.
"Gir, what are you doing? Put your disguise on!!"
"No, it's okay Master. It;s right... HERE!" Gir tugged hard on something in the dark and fell onto his back. "Ugh... here." He held several black, shiny disks
out to Zim. The he skipped away.
Zim watched Gir dance off, then loked at what he had been given. "Rocks... he got me rocks..." He bit his lip, trying to see a bright side as to not make
Gir feel bad. "Uhm, they'll look nice in front of the gnomes... yes! That's it. rocks for the gnomes. I'll... pout them there in the morning." Zim tossed the
stones into the night and shut the door, ignoring the screeching of tires he heard a few seconds later.
Gir was busy polishing off the remaints of his cupcakes. "Yum..." he whirred, licking the bottom of the plastic container. "I like Hanukkah..."
Zim groaned. (He finished it ALREADY?!) "Gir, if you keep eating like that, you'll turn into a cupcake."
"I will?! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Zim sighed. "I still don't understand what this... 'Hanukkah' supposed to mean but..." He stopped as a thought popped into his mind. "Maybe I should
reasearch it some more." And he went to his lab to do just that.
____________________
Ooo, spooky. What could Zim's thought be, eh? Welp, I'm not gonna tell you until tomorrow. Why? Because I can.
CryingChild: NOOOO!! Ztarlight's been brainwashed by Nick!! ::crams anti-Nick petitions into Ztarlight's head::
Ztarlight: ::shakes head:: Whew... thanx.
CryingChild: You're welcome. You know, there's a lot of room in there...
Ztarlight: Hey! Do you want me to continue this or not?!
CryingChild: I being quiet now...
::silence::
CryingChild: You know, I was just being honest.
Ztarlight: I hate it when other people are right...
