Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Six: Day Six


Zim hurried home after the skool bell rang. It was finally Friday, two whole days with no classes to deal with. ...Of course, that meant more time dealing
with Dib, but he figured he could handle it.

Turning the corner, Zim slowed his jog to an easy gait, thinking about the evening to come. He already had the tuna from a few nights ago... he should
be all set!! Yet... he still had this unsettling feeling in his Irken equilivent to a stomach, and he couldn't place why.

(The house *is* still intact... right?)

No sense in taking chances. Zim sprinted down the block to his base. The house was there... slowly he stepped inside.

Darkness. No sound whatsoever from anywhere in the vast hallways. It was the middle of the day!! Why was it so dark? Zim looked out the window.
Were the shades pulled down? No... the sun was setting! "Already?! But I just got out of skool! It's only... 4:25?" Zim thought back and forgot that he
stayed after for detention for putting mud in Dib's cafeteria food. Dib threw it at Zim, and they got into the foodfight of the century! "Well," Zim thought,
"It was just a harmless experiment. If the humans can eat that repulsive junk they dare to call 'food', why wouldn't a dirt mixture be any different?"

Zim sighed and glanced out the window again. "Where is Gir? If he's not back soon... Zim bit his lip. He grabbed the yamakahs to save time.

Seconds later, Gir came charging through the mailslot. "I'M HOOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEE!!!" He announced. Then he looked at Zim. "My hat!"

"Your yamukah," Zim corrected, "Now put it on! You're late."

"Sorry." Gir slipped the yamakah over his antannae. "I had to get your present!"

Zim sighed again. "Thank you, Gir, but you're home all day! If you NEED to go out, set the auto- defenses, and leave! Other than that, you gotta stick
around here.

Gir sighed. "Oh fine." He grabbed the Shamish off its position on the menorah and lit the next candle. Then he hopped down from the windowsill and
knelt down nest to Zim, head bowed in respect, optics off-line.

Zim watched his SIR curiously. (Boy, he sure knows what he's doing, doesn't he?) His gaze shifted to the menorah, whose candles where shining
beautifully against the night sky. He stared at them for a while.

Gir nudged Zim gently. "Master, you have to say the words."

Zim jumped at Gir's touch. "Oh! Oh, right." Zim mimicked Gir's position and let the nightly prayer flow through his lips.

"Alright, Gir," Zim said as he finished, "Let's get your present."

Gir hopped up and followed Zim into the kitchen. "Yay! I like presents!"

Zim dug into the deeper shelves of his refrigerator and pulled out a few cans of Chompy brand tuna fish. Gir squealed. "Yay! It's Chompy!!" Gir hugged
the tuna cans and started to sing the commercial song. "Chompy makes yummy tuna fish, Chompy answers my every wish, Chompy---"

"Alright, Gir, that's enough!!" Zim sighed heavily. (At least I know he watches SOMEthing besides the Scary Monkey Show...)

Gir grabbed a bag. "I found the PERFECT thing for you, Master..."

Zim looked up with interest. "The 'perfect' thing?"

"It took me a few hours to decide what to get..."

(This should be good!)

"...And I found something that no master should be without."

Zim could hardly contain his excitement. "What is it?!"

"It's... uh... HERE!" Gir pulled a tiny package from his bag.

Zim snatched it up. "Lemme at it!!" He tore at the outer edge of the package of... "Scotch tape?"

Gir nodded. "Yup. I knew that you would like it!!"

Zim grimaced. "Why did you think I would like it?"

"Because it's STICKYYYYYYYY!!!!" Gir unraveled a roll of tape and began sticking it everywhere, eventually falling down the garbage pail. "OOO!!
There's sticky stuff down here, too!!" Zim heard a loud slurping noise. "CHOCOLATE BUBBLEGUM!!!!"

Zim winced. He forgot that he threw the slurpee from last night into his lab. He groaned. "Computer," he called as the elevator descended downstairs,
"Initiate cleansing process to laboratory entrance number four...


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It's short! I know; I'm sorry, but I had writers block with this chapter and with a fic like this where I'm on a deadline, I had to make it shorter in order to
finish it on time. I'll make it up to you with tomorrow's chapter. I promise. And if Chompy Brand Tuna actually exists, I don't own it. If it doesn't, then I do.
But anyone who wants to use it can. They don't even have to ask, because I really don't care about it!! Chompy is a green shark, for those who must
know.