(WAIIII!! Again, I apologize for the shortness of chapter six. Here is the longer, fluffier chapter seven!! ::throws chapter at reader:: Remember, I no own!!)
Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Seven: Day Seven [Do you notice a pattern with these chapter titles?]
Zim walked cautiously through the sity, trying his hardest not to accidentally bump into one of the other pedestrians. He shuffled around the block, hoping
to find the perfect present.
"But why?" Zim asked himself. "Why would I care to get a good gift? I'm only 'celebrating' this horrible human tradition to fit in! *Why* do I feel a... pang
of... something I've never felt before...?"
"I dunno. Did you eat the meatloaf yesterday?"
Zim turned around, startled. Behind him was Gaz, staring at him calmly, yet she looked ready to explode. "AH! Human! What do you want?!"
Gaz sighed. "I need more batteries, and you're standing in my way."
Zim, knowing better that to infuriate the Gaz-person, stepped aside and let her pass. Gaz pulled the door open and leaned over to speak. "By the way,
Zim, Dib told me about the whole Hanukkah thing. If you need a good gift, get a GameSlave. That should be the perfect present for anyone." She
ducked behind the door.
Zim considered this. "A GameSlave...? No, Gir would probably break it or use it for some stupid... thing. But perhaps the toy store would be a decent
place to begin my search."
And so the toy store it was.
It was a world of wonderous colours, vast aisles, and mobs upon mobs of people trying to get through. Zim shoved his way through the crowd,
eventually finding it most effective to run between their legs. (Hmm... maybe on this planet, being vertically challenged is a good thing!) Zim eventually
found an aisle that was clear of people.
He soon discovered why.
For lo and behold, Zim just stepped into the little kids section. Dozens of boxes lined the shelves, yet to be claimed by the last-minute shoppers. Zim
scoffed. "Why is *this* aisle not so..." full of people?" He wondered what would have been driving them away. He cautiously shook a package of a purple
dinosaur that had green fuzzy spots. "Hmm... 'Bar-nee'? What's this?" he asked as he shook. It started to sing at him. "I love you, you love me..."
Zim screamed and *threw* the box back onto the shelf. Soon, the entire side of the aisle was singing out a whiny love song. Whimpering softly, he made
his way down the winding hall, to find creatures of red, yellow, green, and purple, and more items of blue, magenta, and red with balck trim.
He examined the first group. " 'Tell-uh-tubb-ees'. I wonder what this does."
The box he had been holding started to talk in complete gibberish, then he heard the sound of a baby laughing. "Nooooo!! Noogums is after me again!!"
He tossed the box aside and backed into a red box with a blue thing inside. It started to hop, box and all.
"AHHHH!!! The toys are after me!!" He ran screaming through the store, only to run into a small group of women.
"Hey hey, young man," One woman coaxed, "What's the matter with you?"
Zim answered in a flurry of gestures. "It was.... the dino-whatchmacallit and the tummy TV things, and then there was the blue, oh, the horror! THE
BLUE---!"
"That's great, son, but what are you talking about?"
"IT'S THE SINGING BARNEY, THE TELLETUBBIES, AND THE CLUES OF BLUE!!!!!"
The whole store went silent. You could hear a pin drop...
...before the crowd went ballistic, I mean.
"A singing Barney? Where?!"
"Oh, those clues of Blue are adorable, aren't they?"
"Grab one for me, Eva!"
"Way ahead of you, dear!"
Zim looked around in a panic. The mothers had cornered him. No wonder they liked the toys!! Thinking fast, he squirmed and wrestled his way through
the mob of screaming women and made it into an aisle that was completely pink. "What the... 'Bar-bee'? Ahh! They make *dolls* of themselves??? How
sick can you get?! The last thing I need is more humans, even *if* they're made of plastic!!" Panicked, Zim launched himself over the crowd using his
mechanical appendages as a spring, and landed amidst a flurry of toys, candies, and art supplies.
An art kit landed at Zim's feet. He snatched it up. It was a compact set composed of markers, crayons, colored pencils, paints, stencils, a pencil, an
eraser, and even some paper. "This is IT!" Zim cried. "The perfect gift for Gir. It doesn't make any noises, it doesn't move, and it'll keep him out of my
antannae for hours!" Zim tucked the kit neatly under one arm and marched to the register. (Plus, he won't break it right away!!)
At long last satisfied, Zm was ready to spend the rest of his day relaxing.
"Gir, I'm home!!"
"Yay! The latkies are ready!!"
Zim slipped off his wig. "You made lunch again?" He walked into the kitchen.
Gir was standing on a chair next to the stove, wearing an apron that was twenty sizes too big for him, standing over a pan. "Yup. It's fun!!"
Zim though for a moment. (Gir *likes* to make food, which isn't bad food either, and he did it without me telling him to...) "Well, Gir, because you like
concocting these... 'latkies', you may feel free to make them as you please."
"YAY!!" Gir jumped onto Zim's head. "Thank you!!!" He screamed. "I... I love you..."
"G-g-great, Gir. J-just get off of m-m-my head!!"
Gir jumped down.
"Listen, Gir, I've had a very tiring day. I had to go all across the sity to find the right gift."
Gir stopped. He hadn't gotten a gift for Zim yet today. Well... there was still time, right? "Oh... okay. Uhm... the latkies are ready!!"
"I know, Gir. You told me that when I got inside."
"Oh, yeaahhhh..." Gir dropped the hot plate into Zim's lap and ran for his costume.
Zim screeched in pain. "AHHH!!! IT'S HOT!! Gir, what are you doing?!"
Gir slipped the top of his dog suit over his head. "I gotta go get stuff. Byeeeeeeeeee..." Gir's voice faded as he ran out the door.
Zim sighed and took another bite from his latkie. "What am I going to do with him?"
Several hours passed by, and Gir was still out somewhere. Zim didn't understand; there was nothing on this mudball that he actually wanted besides
total control, and Gir couldn't give him that!!
"...could he?"
+SLAM!!+
"I'm home!" a voice chirped out.
Zim ran out into the living room, yarmulkes in hand. "Gir!! Where have you been?! I've been worried sick about you!!" He scolded.
Gir lowered his head. "I know... I tried to to get the best gift for you..."
Zim shook his head. "Whatever. Here. Just get ready. We're pressed for time, and your not helping our situation."
Gir sighed. "Master, I think you're being too dramatic." He slipped on his yarmulke and lit the next candle. "See? We're right on... 'sked-gee-yule'." He
shrugged and placed the Shamish back in its proper slot.
Zim spoke the nightly candle-lighting prayer and stood up. "Alright, Gir," he said very tiredly, "Let's do the presents." He retrieved the art kit and gave it
to the over-eager android. "I got this for you."
Gir's eyes grew wide. "Wow... it's so beautiful..."
Zim sighed. Tha kit *was* a good idea. He was already being wuiet - the package alone was enough to enthrall him. He turned away.
"Wait, Master! You forgot about YOUR pwesent!!"
A groan. "Okay, Gir. Thrill me."
Gir pulled Keef out of nowhere. Zim screamed in shock. "AHH!! I thought the squirrel was your demise!" He backed away nervously.
"Heya, ZIm!" Keef cried enthusiastically. "Did'ya miss me?"
Zim panicked. "Computer! Open escape route four for room 3, level one!" The left window opened, and Zim grabbed Keef and tossed him out. "What's
wrong? You don't like waaaaafffffllllllllleeeeeesss..." his voice faded, and the window slammed shut.
Gir eyes Zim warily, who who was breathing heavily. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around at Gir. "This is the turning point, *Gir*. I have had ENOUGH of
you and these 'perfect' gifts you've bought for me!! I don't know even why I decided to do this in the first place! All it's doing is annoying me! WELL, I'VE
HAD IT!!" Zim picked his diary up from the table and threw it across the room. He turned to Gir again. "I'll be in my lab, trying to recover from this world
of nightmares that this... 'Hanukkah' has put me through. I'll be there if you need me, but if you really *are* advanced, Gir, you'll make sure that you don't
need me!!" Zim turned on his heel and huffed his way to the elevator.
For a whole minute, silence. Gir was stunned. He clutched his yarmulka to his chestplate. Master was unhappy? He didn't like it? (He doesn't like it... but
I thought...) ... I though he wanted a friend..."
Gir clicked his feet softly to the couch and sat down, pulling his knees up. He stared the the menorah. Usually that helped him relax, but for some reason
it didn't do anything for his spirit. He watched the candelabra grow blurry as his optics welled up and and quietly shut off for the night.
Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Seven: Day Seven [Do you notice a pattern with these chapter titles?]
Zim walked cautiously through the sity, trying his hardest not to accidentally bump into one of the other pedestrians. He shuffled around the block, hoping
to find the perfect present.
"But why?" Zim asked himself. "Why would I care to get a good gift? I'm only 'celebrating' this horrible human tradition to fit in! *Why* do I feel a... pang
of... something I've never felt before...?"
"I dunno. Did you eat the meatloaf yesterday?"
Zim turned around, startled. Behind him was Gaz, staring at him calmly, yet she looked ready to explode. "AH! Human! What do you want?!"
Gaz sighed. "I need more batteries, and you're standing in my way."
Zim, knowing better that to infuriate the Gaz-person, stepped aside and let her pass. Gaz pulled the door open and leaned over to speak. "By the way,
Zim, Dib told me about the whole Hanukkah thing. If you need a good gift, get a GameSlave. That should be the perfect present for anyone." She
ducked behind the door.
Zim considered this. "A GameSlave...? No, Gir would probably break it or use it for some stupid... thing. But perhaps the toy store would be a decent
place to begin my search."
And so the toy store it was.
It was a world of wonderous colours, vast aisles, and mobs upon mobs of people trying to get through. Zim shoved his way through the crowd,
eventually finding it most effective to run between their legs. (Hmm... maybe on this planet, being vertically challenged is a good thing!) Zim eventually
found an aisle that was clear of people.
He soon discovered why.
For lo and behold, Zim just stepped into the little kids section. Dozens of boxes lined the shelves, yet to be claimed by the last-minute shoppers. Zim
scoffed. "Why is *this* aisle not so..." full of people?" He wondered what would have been driving them away. He cautiously shook a package of a purple
dinosaur that had green fuzzy spots. "Hmm... 'Bar-nee'? What's this?" he asked as he shook. It started to sing at him. "I love you, you love me..."
Zim screamed and *threw* the box back onto the shelf. Soon, the entire side of the aisle was singing out a whiny love song. Whimpering softly, he made
his way down the winding hall, to find creatures of red, yellow, green, and purple, and more items of blue, magenta, and red with balck trim.
He examined the first group. " 'Tell-uh-tubb-ees'. I wonder what this does."
The box he had been holding started to talk in complete gibberish, then he heard the sound of a baby laughing. "Nooooo!! Noogums is after me again!!"
He tossed the box aside and backed into a red box with a blue thing inside. It started to hop, box and all.
"AHHHH!!! The toys are after me!!" He ran screaming through the store, only to run into a small group of women.
"Hey hey, young man," One woman coaxed, "What's the matter with you?"
Zim answered in a flurry of gestures. "It was.... the dino-whatchmacallit and the tummy TV things, and then there was the blue, oh, the horror! THE
BLUE---!"
"That's great, son, but what are you talking about?"
"IT'S THE SINGING BARNEY, THE TELLETUBBIES, AND THE CLUES OF BLUE!!!!!"
The whole store went silent. You could hear a pin drop...
...before the crowd went ballistic, I mean.
"A singing Barney? Where?!"
"Oh, those clues of Blue are adorable, aren't they?"
"Grab one for me, Eva!"
"Way ahead of you, dear!"
Zim looked around in a panic. The mothers had cornered him. No wonder they liked the toys!! Thinking fast, he squirmed and wrestled his way through
the mob of screaming women and made it into an aisle that was completely pink. "What the... 'Bar-bee'? Ahh! They make *dolls* of themselves??? How
sick can you get?! The last thing I need is more humans, even *if* they're made of plastic!!" Panicked, Zim launched himself over the crowd using his
mechanical appendages as a spring, and landed amidst a flurry of toys, candies, and art supplies.
An art kit landed at Zim's feet. He snatched it up. It was a compact set composed of markers, crayons, colored pencils, paints, stencils, a pencil, an
eraser, and even some paper. "This is IT!" Zim cried. "The perfect gift for Gir. It doesn't make any noises, it doesn't move, and it'll keep him out of my
antannae for hours!" Zim tucked the kit neatly under one arm and marched to the register. (Plus, he won't break it right away!!)
At long last satisfied, Zm was ready to spend the rest of his day relaxing.
"Gir, I'm home!!"
"Yay! The latkies are ready!!"
Zim slipped off his wig. "You made lunch again?" He walked into the kitchen.
Gir was standing on a chair next to the stove, wearing an apron that was twenty sizes too big for him, standing over a pan. "Yup. It's fun!!"
Zim though for a moment. (Gir *likes* to make food, which isn't bad food either, and he did it without me telling him to...) "Well, Gir, because you like
concocting these... 'latkies', you may feel free to make them as you please."
"YAY!!" Gir jumped onto Zim's head. "Thank you!!!" He screamed. "I... I love you..."
"G-g-great, Gir. J-just get off of m-m-my head!!"
Gir jumped down.
"Listen, Gir, I've had a very tiring day. I had to go all across the sity to find the right gift."
Gir stopped. He hadn't gotten a gift for Zim yet today. Well... there was still time, right? "Oh... okay. Uhm... the latkies are ready!!"
"I know, Gir. You told me that when I got inside."
"Oh, yeaahhhh..." Gir dropped the hot plate into Zim's lap and ran for his costume.
Zim screeched in pain. "AHHH!!! IT'S HOT!! Gir, what are you doing?!"
Gir slipped the top of his dog suit over his head. "I gotta go get stuff. Byeeeeeeeeee..." Gir's voice faded as he ran out the door.
Zim sighed and took another bite from his latkie. "What am I going to do with him?"
Several hours passed by, and Gir was still out somewhere. Zim didn't understand; there was nothing on this mudball that he actually wanted besides
total control, and Gir couldn't give him that!!
"...could he?"
+SLAM!!+
"I'm home!" a voice chirped out.
Zim ran out into the living room, yarmulkes in hand. "Gir!! Where have you been?! I've been worried sick about you!!" He scolded.
Gir lowered his head. "I know... I tried to to get the best gift for you..."
Zim shook his head. "Whatever. Here. Just get ready. We're pressed for time, and your not helping our situation."
Gir sighed. "Master, I think you're being too dramatic." He slipped on his yarmulke and lit the next candle. "See? We're right on... 'sked-gee-yule'." He
shrugged and placed the Shamish back in its proper slot.
Zim spoke the nightly candle-lighting prayer and stood up. "Alright, Gir," he said very tiredly, "Let's do the presents." He retrieved the art kit and gave it
to the over-eager android. "I got this for you."
Gir's eyes grew wide. "Wow... it's so beautiful..."
Zim sighed. Tha kit *was* a good idea. He was already being wuiet - the package alone was enough to enthrall him. He turned away.
"Wait, Master! You forgot about YOUR pwesent!!"
A groan. "Okay, Gir. Thrill me."
Gir pulled Keef out of nowhere. Zim screamed in shock. "AHH!! I thought the squirrel was your demise!" He backed away nervously.
"Heya, ZIm!" Keef cried enthusiastically. "Did'ya miss me?"
Zim panicked. "Computer! Open escape route four for room 3, level one!" The left window opened, and Zim grabbed Keef and tossed him out. "What's
wrong? You don't like waaaaafffffllllllllleeeeeesss..." his voice faded, and the window slammed shut.
Gir eyes Zim warily, who who was breathing heavily. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around at Gir. "This is the turning point, *Gir*. I have had ENOUGH of
you and these 'perfect' gifts you've bought for me!! I don't know even why I decided to do this in the first place! All it's doing is annoying me! WELL, I'VE
HAD IT!!" Zim picked his diary up from the table and threw it across the room. He turned to Gir again. "I'll be in my lab, trying to recover from this world
of nightmares that this... 'Hanukkah' has put me through. I'll be there if you need me, but if you really *are* advanced, Gir, you'll make sure that you don't
need me!!" Zim turned on his heel and huffed his way to the elevator.
For a whole minute, silence. Gir was stunned. He clutched his yarmulka to his chestplate. Master was unhappy? He didn't like it? (He doesn't like it... but
I thought...) ... I though he wanted a friend..."
Gir clicked his feet softly to the couch and sat down, pulling his knees up. He stared the the menorah. Usually that helped him relax, but for some reason
it didn't do anything for his spirit. He watched the candelabra grow blurry as his optics welled up and and quietly shut off for the night.
