(Kwik author's note: There will one final chapter after this one.)
Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Eight: Day Eight
Zim awoke on the eigth day of Hanukkah feeling quite pleased. There was no skool today, which means that he had more time to observe the ways of
human life and, hopefully, find a flaw in their so-called "society". He hoisted himself up out of his stasis chamber, dressed, and went upstairs.
After a fast meal, Zim donned his wig and conctacts. As he approached the door, he called out, "I'm going out, Gir. Stay here to gruad the house."
Silence. No sound from anything, anywhere. "Gir, I said---"
"I hear you, Master..." called a sad voice from the kitchen.
Zim frowned. Why was he... oh, yes. The Keef thing from last night. Zim shook the pangs of guilt off anf headed out the door.
For about ten minutes after the door shut, the entire base was completely silent. Eventually, the sound of light metallic tapping was heard on the first
level. Gir stuck his head out from behind the wall and looked around. "He's gone..." he observed.
Relieved, Gir went to retrieve his art kit. Now he could work in peace.
Zim came storming home, ticked beyond belief, coveren in mud. "Dib... why can't he just leave me alone! It's not like I even want to do anything to him...
except torment him to the end of time." He smiled and started to cackle. "Oo, that's good..."
+SLAM+
"I'm home, Gir!"
"Okay!"
Zim stood still, practically unbreathing, as he analyzed the situation at hand. Gir hadn't broken anything, hadn't attemped to bake/cook anything, nor did
he attatch himself to ZIm's head when he arrived inside. (I don't get it...) Zim thought. (I've yelled at him plenty of times before and he's NEVER acted
like this!) "What are you doing, Gir?"
There was an unsettling silence in response, as if Gir was thinking abut wheter he should tell Zim or not. "...nothing..." he replied after much hesitation.
Zim shrugged it off, and settled in front of the TV to channelsurf, to settle on the "All Lick-a-Stick station". Zim was facinated by the process at which
these human treats were made. Maybe... "Maybe I *shouldn't* enslave *those* workers... they'd make the candy for me anyway!! Hahahahaha!!!" Zim
sighed and decided to head downstairs into his lab before the next candlelighting.
He marched into the kitchen, stopping before his trachcan entrance. Gir was somewhere in this room, but where? He opened the lid, and turned when
he heard a foreign noise entering the silent chasm that was his kitchen,
A single red crayon was rolling across the floor from behind the fridge. Gir snapped his hand out to grab it and ducked back into his hiding place. Zim
was intrigued, but decided that he had more important things to take care of and went downstairs.
Leather-clad talons flew over the keyboard in record time, completing the long-awaiting updating Invaders Log that Zim had been neglecting for so long.
"Hanukkah.. hah! 'Season of Light' indeed," He mocked as he typed. "More like a 'Season of Wasting My Time'!"
Behind him, Zim could hear the whirring of the elevator, indicating a visitor. He sighed and continued to type. "What is is, Gir?" he asked without looking
up.
"..."
Zim paused at his updating and turned to his SIR-unit. "Gir, I'm very busy. What do you need?"
Gir stood at the elevator base with his head down, hands behind his back. He was holding something, but Zim couldn't see what. He slowly clicked his
way over to his master and stood, head still down, without saying a single word.
Zim folded his arms. "I'm serious, Gir. I've fallen behind in my work! I don't have time to waste."
"..."
"Gir, quit standing there! What do you need?"
"..."
"GIR! What is it? Is it that 'Hanukkah' thing again, Gir? Is that it? Do you have another 'gift' for me? I swear, I don't know why---"
Gir cut him off by pulling a piece of paper from behind his back. He held it out for Zim who, in turn, took it from him.
It was a drawing, not a great one, but a drawing nonetheless, of Zim and Gir, standing side by side, smiling. It was a sunny scene, outlined in a red
heart. Written at the top in bold black was:
~*~I'M SOREE~*~
Zim kept glancing back and forth from the picture to Gir. It was just a crayon sketch... why did he feel so... bad? (I've been so mean to Gir... that's why
he's still sad! I hate to admit it, but Dib was right. This *is* supposed to be a peaceful time.. and me, being the Irken miser of Hanukkah...)
It was here that Zim realized that he never found the perfect gift for Gir. He had it in his possesion, but he never found it. Right then and there, he
uncovered the secret to the little robot's heart - a friend. Gir didn't need cupcakes or latkies, he needed a friend.
And when Zim though about it, he needed one too.
Gir kept his head low, listening for what his master was going to say. When he heard nothing, he broke inside. (Master doesn't like it... I should've
known...) He started to turn away.
Zim looked up to see Gir turn around to go back upstairs. Instantly he dashed forward and squeezed the android up in a hug.
Gir sqealed, half in shock, half in delight. Zim had caught him by surprise, alright, and Gir luved every second of it. "No, Gir. I'm thoe one who should
be sorry."
Gir looked up. "But why? I'm the one who got you mad... I ruined everything!!" His optics flooed again.
Zim sighed. "Gir, listen. You didn't do anything wrong. I got so caught up with the material wa\ealth, that I never bothered to realize *why* the humans
celabrate Hanukkah. They do it to rejoice in their freedom and to spread hope... you we're going that. I wasn't. I was just being the same pushy Invader
that I always am."
Gir squeezed Zim. "But I like you that way."
"Oh, Gir..." Zim smiled. "Okay, enough of this mush. We have some candles to light, right?"
Gir hopped down from Zim's grasp. "YAY! I get my ha--- erm.. 'YAH-MUH-KAH' to wear." He smiled at Zim.
Zim put his hands on his hips. "Go get the hats, Gir."
Gir giggled and waited for Zim to get in the elevator. They climbed to the house level and prepared for the candlelighting...
Together.
Happy Hanukkah Zim
Chapter Eight: Day Eight
Zim awoke on the eigth day of Hanukkah feeling quite pleased. There was no skool today, which means that he had more time to observe the ways of
human life and, hopefully, find a flaw in their so-called "society". He hoisted himself up out of his stasis chamber, dressed, and went upstairs.
After a fast meal, Zim donned his wig and conctacts. As he approached the door, he called out, "I'm going out, Gir. Stay here to gruad the house."
Silence. No sound from anything, anywhere. "Gir, I said---"
"I hear you, Master..." called a sad voice from the kitchen.
Zim frowned. Why was he... oh, yes. The Keef thing from last night. Zim shook the pangs of guilt off anf headed out the door.
For about ten minutes after the door shut, the entire base was completely silent. Eventually, the sound of light metallic tapping was heard on the first
level. Gir stuck his head out from behind the wall and looked around. "He's gone..." he observed.
Relieved, Gir went to retrieve his art kit. Now he could work in peace.
Zim came storming home, ticked beyond belief, coveren in mud. "Dib... why can't he just leave me alone! It's not like I even want to do anything to him...
except torment him to the end of time." He smiled and started to cackle. "Oo, that's good..."
+SLAM+
"I'm home, Gir!"
"Okay!"
Zim stood still, practically unbreathing, as he analyzed the situation at hand. Gir hadn't broken anything, hadn't attemped to bake/cook anything, nor did
he attatch himself to ZIm's head when he arrived inside. (I don't get it...) Zim thought. (I've yelled at him plenty of times before and he's NEVER acted
like this!) "What are you doing, Gir?"
There was an unsettling silence in response, as if Gir was thinking abut wheter he should tell Zim or not. "...nothing..." he replied after much hesitation.
Zim shrugged it off, and settled in front of the TV to channelsurf, to settle on the "All Lick-a-Stick station". Zim was facinated by the process at which
these human treats were made. Maybe... "Maybe I *shouldn't* enslave *those* workers... they'd make the candy for me anyway!! Hahahahaha!!!" Zim
sighed and decided to head downstairs into his lab before the next candlelighting.
He marched into the kitchen, stopping before his trachcan entrance. Gir was somewhere in this room, but where? He opened the lid, and turned when
he heard a foreign noise entering the silent chasm that was his kitchen,
A single red crayon was rolling across the floor from behind the fridge. Gir snapped his hand out to grab it and ducked back into his hiding place. Zim
was intrigued, but decided that he had more important things to take care of and went downstairs.
Leather-clad talons flew over the keyboard in record time, completing the long-awaiting updating Invaders Log that Zim had been neglecting for so long.
"Hanukkah.. hah! 'Season of Light' indeed," He mocked as he typed. "More like a 'Season of Wasting My Time'!"
Behind him, Zim could hear the whirring of the elevator, indicating a visitor. He sighed and continued to type. "What is is, Gir?" he asked without looking
up.
"..."
Zim paused at his updating and turned to his SIR-unit. "Gir, I'm very busy. What do you need?"
Gir stood at the elevator base with his head down, hands behind his back. He was holding something, but Zim couldn't see what. He slowly clicked his
way over to his master and stood, head still down, without saying a single word.
Zim folded his arms. "I'm serious, Gir. I've fallen behind in my work! I don't have time to waste."
"..."
"Gir, quit standing there! What do you need?"
"..."
"GIR! What is it? Is it that 'Hanukkah' thing again, Gir? Is that it? Do you have another 'gift' for me? I swear, I don't know why---"
Gir cut him off by pulling a piece of paper from behind his back. He held it out for Zim who, in turn, took it from him.
It was a drawing, not a great one, but a drawing nonetheless, of Zim and Gir, standing side by side, smiling. It was a sunny scene, outlined in a red
heart. Written at the top in bold black was:
~*~I'M SOREE~*~
Zim kept glancing back and forth from the picture to Gir. It was just a crayon sketch... why did he feel so... bad? (I've been so mean to Gir... that's why
he's still sad! I hate to admit it, but Dib was right. This *is* supposed to be a peaceful time.. and me, being the Irken miser of Hanukkah...)
It was here that Zim realized that he never found the perfect gift for Gir. He had it in his possesion, but he never found it. Right then and there, he
uncovered the secret to the little robot's heart - a friend. Gir didn't need cupcakes or latkies, he needed a friend.
And when Zim though about it, he needed one too.
Gir kept his head low, listening for what his master was going to say. When he heard nothing, he broke inside. (Master doesn't like it... I should've
known...) He started to turn away.
Zim looked up to see Gir turn around to go back upstairs. Instantly he dashed forward and squeezed the android up in a hug.
Gir sqealed, half in shock, half in delight. Zim had caught him by surprise, alright, and Gir luved every second of it. "No, Gir. I'm thoe one who should
be sorry."
Gir looked up. "But why? I'm the one who got you mad... I ruined everything!!" His optics flooed again.
Zim sighed. "Gir, listen. You didn't do anything wrong. I got so caught up with the material wa\ealth, that I never bothered to realize *why* the humans
celabrate Hanukkah. They do it to rejoice in their freedom and to spread hope... you we're going that. I wasn't. I was just being the same pushy Invader
that I always am."
Gir squeezed Zim. "But I like you that way."
"Oh, Gir..." Zim smiled. "Okay, enough of this mush. We have some candles to light, right?"
Gir hopped down from Zim's grasp. "YAY! I get my ha--- erm.. 'YAH-MUH-KAH' to wear." He smiled at Zim.
Zim put his hands on his hips. "Go get the hats, Gir."
Gir giggled and waited for Zim to get in the elevator. They climbed to the house level and prepared for the candlelighting...
Together.
