Yippeeeeeeee! Zim wasn't cancled! *does the Zim-wasn't-canceled dance.* I didn't really think it would be, but I'm releived all the same. WHAT an cool episode! Zim and Dib teaming up briefly AND Gaz getting a whole story to herself, very cool. I swear, after seeing NO Zim one week, and half-a-rerun the next I NEEDED that fix. Ohh, and I LOOOOOVED it so much when Zim goes "Is this a fair fight? This 'moose', is it carrying any projectile weapons?" Zim ROCKS! Did anyone else catch the referance to "The Fly"? Hmm, there was something I was doing... oh yeah, the fic. Hey I just realized I forgot to put a disclaimer on chapter 1! oh well, I own nothing.
PS, sorry the last chapter wasn't very funny, I was listening to "One Headlight" when I wrote it. This one should be fine though, 'cuz I'm listening to "The Differance" while I write it. I loooove The Wallflowers, 'cuz their music alternates between depressed and hyper, jus like me!
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CryingChild stood in her room doing her happy little dance. "Happy happy happy-dappy doo!" she sung, "CryingChild!" came a voice from downstairs, "Hurry up or you'll be late for skool!" "Okay!" she called, /Hey,/ she thought, /since when does my house have a downstairs? Oh well./ She couldn't help but wonder who was calling her. It had SOUNDED like her mom, but was it? Had her mom been sucked into Zimworld to, and if so, why was she not freaking out? Was it her mom's cartoon counterpart? If so, did SHE have a counterpart back in the 'real' world, posing as her? "You'd BETTER not touch my Skittles stash!" she screamed at the ceiling. She brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face. "Ahhhh! It burns! It buuuuurns! Heh, heh, no, I just kid."
She raced downstairs awkwardly, as she was unaccustomed to walking in the aformentioned cool boots. She pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter so she could reach the cabinet. Inside, there were two different boxes of cereal, "Count Coco Fang", and "Chunky Breakfast Chunks". After breif consideration, she poured herself a bowel (I mean bowl... hee hee) of Count Coco Fang. As she gulped down the sugarcoated sugar, she couldn't help but notice something felt a little... off. She raced to the full-length mirorr in the hallway, sure enough, she had gotten shorter. "Alriiiight," she said, "I was sick and tired of towering over five-year olds." Instead of looking three years younger than she was, she looked FIVE years younger. "Hey... er, mom?" she called. "Yes?" came a voice from offscreen, "What grade am I in?" CryingChild's 'mother' didn't comment on her question, since she knew she hadn't had her coffee yet. "Fifth grade dear, you start today."
/Fifth grade??? DEAR??????/ CryingChild thought, /Gee, I wonder who's class I'll be in? Duhhhhhhhhhhhhh......../
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/......uuuuuhhhhhhhh, hey, there's the skool!/ CryingChild happily skipped up to the place of DOOM. Suddenly, she stopped short. /Omygawd./ she thought, /Omygawdomygawdomygawd... it's... it's...HIM!/ She ran up to the confused-looking kid. "The Letter M!" she cried, pushing past a green kid and a big-headed kid with a cool coat. "Oh my gawd The Letter M, it's sooooo cool to meet you! I'm you're BIGGEST fan!" she cried, shaking a very confused The Letter M's hand vigorusly.
After getting The Letter M's autograph, she skipped instictivly into the right classroom, where she was greeted... well, greeted isn't really the right word, given the evil eye would be more accurate, by her new 'teacher' Miss Bitters. The snake-teacher glared at her. "Oh yes, class, I forgot to mention, we have another future janitor in our classroom." she turned to the helpless CryingChild. "If you have questions, ask them now, because you may not question the almighty lesson plan in the future." CryingChild looked up. "Do you know a kid named Squee?" She asked. (A/N: For those of you who read Squee, is his teacher without-a-doubt Miss Bitters, or WHAT?) Miss Bitters didn't reply. "Take the empty seat, it's previous occupant was killed by a squirel. You should only hope to be so lucky."
CryingChild sat down three seats behind Zim, resisting the incredible urge to glomp him as she passed. /This is so cool,/ she thought, /I wonder what would happen if I went to the scary monkey show website and looked at the seating chart, would I see myself?/ she glanced around the classroom to see Dib, staring at her as he stares at everyone, suspiciously. She couldn't help but grin, which seemed to unnerve him. /Insane or not, this is gonna be a goooood day./ She felt herself being lulled to sleep by Miss Bitters's teaching, which surprised her. Who would have thought she could be bored in Zimworld? /Oh well./ she thought. She got out a sketch book and began to draw. Suddenly the bell rang. "That's lunch," Miss Bitters said, "be back in half an hour, --or else." CryingChild looked around in shock, no one else seemed surprised. She looked at her watch, which read twelve. /But it was just eight!/ she thought, panicking, "I've lost four hours!" she screamed, standing on her desk. "I've lost four hours! Also my hat! Where's my hat?!?!?!?" (A/N: Fear referance! *pause* You mean you've never read Fear either? Geez!) she screamed, feeling the top of her head in terror. "Hats aren't allowed in skool, becuase they keep your head nice and warm." said Miss Bitters from her desk. "Oh." said CryingChild, noticibly relieved. She looked around, nobody had noticed her screaming, except Dib, of course. /So what happened to the four hours?/ she mused, /Of course! Cartoon time hiccup! In cartoons, they skip over the uneventful parts, neat!/ She picked up her sketchbook, which had gone flying as she had jumped in the air. It was filled with drawings of all the skoolchildren, as well as MANY of Zim. She smiled, returned it to her backpack, and headed for the cafeteria.
She got her ketchup and rice, and looked around. In the real world, she would just find a table that was more-or-less unoccupied, and sit there, but here the two least-occupied tables held Zim, and Dib-and-Gaz, and she didn't want to choose sides just now. Sure, she just looooooved Zim, but she kinda liked Dib to. In fact, if he didn't hate Zim so much, she'd probably looooove him too, (but then if he didn't hate Zim so much he wouldn't be Dib, now would he?) She looked down at the far wall, where the rejects table was. /Bingo,/ she thought /was his name-o./ She sat down next to a kid who ran off screaming as she did. "You are my people!" she cried. "Hey," said a kid in front of her, "wanna see something really neat?" he began to untie his shoes.
Fortunatly, at that moment, Dib walked up to her. /Ahhh,/ she thought, /conveinent face-saving escape from the fish-toes./ "Hey, new girl," he said, "CryingChild." she supplied. "You see that green kid over there?" she played dumb. "Where?" Dib sighed and pointed. "Ohhhhh, the kid with the cool backpack." she said, smiling. Dib frowned. "Um, yeah anyway, he's an aliiiiiiiien, and he's trying to take over the world. I've tried about a hundred times to expose him, but his house is guarded by these... evil... alien GNOME monsters! And no one ever listens to me, but..."
~~~~~Now, at this point, something must be explained. You know how much fun it is to watch Dib rant on TV? Well, imagine that he's sitting about two inches from you, life-size, saying ALL those things that you laugh at when he says them on TV, what do you think is gonna happen? Yep, you'd laugh your little rump off DON'T TRY TO DENY IT! Heh heh, 'rump'~~~~~
CryingChild could hold it in no more, she burst out in uncontrolable laughter. "Hey!" Dib said, sounding hurt, "It's not funny! You may laugh now, but you won't think it's so funny when we're all slaves to Zim! Stop laughing! Stop it! C'mon, cut it out!" She tried to stop long enough to say something, but if she could, then it wouldn't be uncontrolable laughter, now would it? Would it??? No. Dib stormed away angry. /Well,/ CryingChild thought as she got up about fifteen minutes later, /I guess I just choose sides./ She wiped the laughter-tears from her eyes.
Due to another time-hiccup, she found herself back in Miss Bitters's classroom, as the last students were walking out. She looked out the window, it was raining. She grabbed her backpack and sped to the door, wondering if Zim was wearing paste. He wasn't. "Whatsa matter Zim?" she heard Dib taunt, "Is the big bad alien scared of a little RAIN?" "Nonsense," said Zim, uncertainly, "I simply... er... need to stay after skool to... do stuff." Dib snickered evily. CryingChild reached into her backpack and pulled out a two-inch long cylinder, that folded out into a large, dark-green umbrella. She held it out. "Oh GEE!" she yelled, "I sure hope no one TAKES this umbrella, WHICH KEEPS WATER OFF PEOPLE, out of my hand and RUNS AWAY with it, for I would SURELY not chase them, and they would stay NICE AND DRY!!!!!!!!!!" Zim looked at her for a moment, then grabbed the umbrella and ran off with it. Dib continued snickering for a few minutes, then noticed Zim was gone.
"Hey," he said, turning to CryingChild, "What'd you do that for?" "Moi?" CryingChild said innocently, "I don't know WHAT you could POSSIBLY be referring to, as I was just standing on my innocent little feety-weetys, doing absolutely nothing that could possibly arouse suspicion." Dib looked at her... suspiciously (Gasp!) "Where are you from anyway?" he asked, making it sound like an accusation. She fell dramatically to her knees, "I'm from a faraway land, of magic and wonder!" She got up and did a happy little dance. Dib looked very confused, and still suspicious. "Why aren't you going home?" he asked, "Are you afraid to go out into the rain?? Huh?? Cause you're an alien?? Huh?? Is that it?? Huh?? HUH???" CryingChild looked at him angrily, "Just what are you implying?" she asked. Dib didn't answer, he just glared back at her. She stepped out into the rain, and headed home, Dib watched her for a moment, dissapointed. "Hey, genius," came Gaz's voice from behind him, "Let's go, it's your turn to water the plants." Dib turned to her. "But it's raining." he pointed out. Her eyes got big. "IT'S YOUR TURN TO WATER THE PLANTS." she said through gritted teeth.
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Da end! Chapter three will have other fanfic authors et authoresses in it, if you wanna be one of them say so in your review, or I will be forced to pry open your skull and feast on the goo inside! (mmm, head goo).
Also, I'm going to *coughsteal-golden-eyed-dragon's-ideacough* write a MST of a Zim fanfic in the near future. How this will affect my original fanfic lineup is undetermined as of yet!
PS, sorry the last chapter wasn't very funny, I was listening to "One Headlight" when I wrote it. This one should be fine though, 'cuz I'm listening to "The Differance" while I write it. I loooove The Wallflowers, 'cuz their music alternates between depressed and hyper, jus like me!
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CryingChild stood in her room doing her happy little dance. "Happy happy happy-dappy doo!" she sung, "CryingChild!" came a voice from downstairs, "Hurry up or you'll be late for skool!" "Okay!" she called, /Hey,/ she thought, /since when does my house have a downstairs? Oh well./ She couldn't help but wonder who was calling her. It had SOUNDED like her mom, but was it? Had her mom been sucked into Zimworld to, and if so, why was she not freaking out? Was it her mom's cartoon counterpart? If so, did SHE have a counterpart back in the 'real' world, posing as her? "You'd BETTER not touch my Skittles stash!" she screamed at the ceiling. She brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face. "Ahhhh! It burns! It buuuuurns! Heh, heh, no, I just kid."
She raced downstairs awkwardly, as she was unaccustomed to walking in the aformentioned cool boots. She pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter so she could reach the cabinet. Inside, there were two different boxes of cereal, "Count Coco Fang", and "Chunky Breakfast Chunks". After breif consideration, she poured herself a bowel (I mean bowl... hee hee) of Count Coco Fang. As she gulped down the sugarcoated sugar, she couldn't help but notice something felt a little... off. She raced to the full-length mirorr in the hallway, sure enough, she had gotten shorter. "Alriiiight," she said, "I was sick and tired of towering over five-year olds." Instead of looking three years younger than she was, she looked FIVE years younger. "Hey... er, mom?" she called. "Yes?" came a voice from offscreen, "What grade am I in?" CryingChild's 'mother' didn't comment on her question, since she knew she hadn't had her coffee yet. "Fifth grade dear, you start today."
/Fifth grade??? DEAR??????/ CryingChild thought, /Gee, I wonder who's class I'll be in? Duhhhhhhhhhhhhh......../
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/......uuuuuhhhhhhhh, hey, there's the skool!/ CryingChild happily skipped up to the place of DOOM. Suddenly, she stopped short. /Omygawd./ she thought, /Omygawdomygawdomygawd... it's... it's...HIM!/ She ran up to the confused-looking kid. "The Letter M!" she cried, pushing past a green kid and a big-headed kid with a cool coat. "Oh my gawd The Letter M, it's sooooo cool to meet you! I'm you're BIGGEST fan!" she cried, shaking a very confused The Letter M's hand vigorusly.
After getting The Letter M's autograph, she skipped instictivly into the right classroom, where she was greeted... well, greeted isn't really the right word, given the evil eye would be more accurate, by her new 'teacher' Miss Bitters. The snake-teacher glared at her. "Oh yes, class, I forgot to mention, we have another future janitor in our classroom." she turned to the helpless CryingChild. "If you have questions, ask them now, because you may not question the almighty lesson plan in the future." CryingChild looked up. "Do you know a kid named Squee?" She asked. (A/N: For those of you who read Squee, is his teacher without-a-doubt Miss Bitters, or WHAT?) Miss Bitters didn't reply. "Take the empty seat, it's previous occupant was killed by a squirel. You should only hope to be so lucky."
CryingChild sat down three seats behind Zim, resisting the incredible urge to glomp him as she passed. /This is so cool,/ she thought, /I wonder what would happen if I went to the scary monkey show website and looked at the seating chart, would I see myself?/ she glanced around the classroom to see Dib, staring at her as he stares at everyone, suspiciously. She couldn't help but grin, which seemed to unnerve him. /Insane or not, this is gonna be a goooood day./ She felt herself being lulled to sleep by Miss Bitters's teaching, which surprised her. Who would have thought she could be bored in Zimworld? /Oh well./ she thought. She got out a sketch book and began to draw. Suddenly the bell rang. "That's lunch," Miss Bitters said, "be back in half an hour, --or else." CryingChild looked around in shock, no one else seemed surprised. She looked at her watch, which read twelve. /But it was just eight!/ she thought, panicking, "I've lost four hours!" she screamed, standing on her desk. "I've lost four hours! Also my hat! Where's my hat?!?!?!?" (A/N: Fear referance! *pause* You mean you've never read Fear either? Geez!) she screamed, feeling the top of her head in terror. "Hats aren't allowed in skool, becuase they keep your head nice and warm." said Miss Bitters from her desk. "Oh." said CryingChild, noticibly relieved. She looked around, nobody had noticed her screaming, except Dib, of course. /So what happened to the four hours?/ she mused, /Of course! Cartoon time hiccup! In cartoons, they skip over the uneventful parts, neat!/ She picked up her sketchbook, which had gone flying as she had jumped in the air. It was filled with drawings of all the skoolchildren, as well as MANY of Zim. She smiled, returned it to her backpack, and headed for the cafeteria.
She got her ketchup and rice, and looked around. In the real world, she would just find a table that was more-or-less unoccupied, and sit there, but here the two least-occupied tables held Zim, and Dib-and-Gaz, and she didn't want to choose sides just now. Sure, she just looooooved Zim, but she kinda liked Dib to. In fact, if he didn't hate Zim so much, she'd probably looooove him too, (but then if he didn't hate Zim so much he wouldn't be Dib, now would he?) She looked down at the far wall, where the rejects table was. /Bingo,/ she thought /was his name-o./ She sat down next to a kid who ran off screaming as she did. "You are my people!" she cried. "Hey," said a kid in front of her, "wanna see something really neat?" he began to untie his shoes.
Fortunatly, at that moment, Dib walked up to her. /Ahhh,/ she thought, /conveinent face-saving escape from the fish-toes./ "Hey, new girl," he said, "CryingChild." she supplied. "You see that green kid over there?" she played dumb. "Where?" Dib sighed and pointed. "Ohhhhh, the kid with the cool backpack." she said, smiling. Dib frowned. "Um, yeah anyway, he's an aliiiiiiiien, and he's trying to take over the world. I've tried about a hundred times to expose him, but his house is guarded by these... evil... alien GNOME monsters! And no one ever listens to me, but..."
~~~~~Now, at this point, something must be explained. You know how much fun it is to watch Dib rant on TV? Well, imagine that he's sitting about two inches from you, life-size, saying ALL those things that you laugh at when he says them on TV, what do you think is gonna happen? Yep, you'd laugh your little rump off DON'T TRY TO DENY IT! Heh heh, 'rump'~~~~~
CryingChild could hold it in no more, she burst out in uncontrolable laughter. "Hey!" Dib said, sounding hurt, "It's not funny! You may laugh now, but you won't think it's so funny when we're all slaves to Zim! Stop laughing! Stop it! C'mon, cut it out!" She tried to stop long enough to say something, but if she could, then it wouldn't be uncontrolable laughter, now would it? Would it??? No. Dib stormed away angry. /Well,/ CryingChild thought as she got up about fifteen minutes later, /I guess I just choose sides./ She wiped the laughter-tears from her eyes.
Due to another time-hiccup, she found herself back in Miss Bitters's classroom, as the last students were walking out. She looked out the window, it was raining. She grabbed her backpack and sped to the door, wondering if Zim was wearing paste. He wasn't. "Whatsa matter Zim?" she heard Dib taunt, "Is the big bad alien scared of a little RAIN?" "Nonsense," said Zim, uncertainly, "I simply... er... need to stay after skool to... do stuff." Dib snickered evily. CryingChild reached into her backpack and pulled out a two-inch long cylinder, that folded out into a large, dark-green umbrella. She held it out. "Oh GEE!" she yelled, "I sure hope no one TAKES this umbrella, WHICH KEEPS WATER OFF PEOPLE, out of my hand and RUNS AWAY with it, for I would SURELY not chase them, and they would stay NICE AND DRY!!!!!!!!!!" Zim looked at her for a moment, then grabbed the umbrella and ran off with it. Dib continued snickering for a few minutes, then noticed Zim was gone.
"Hey," he said, turning to CryingChild, "What'd you do that for?" "Moi?" CryingChild said innocently, "I don't know WHAT you could POSSIBLY be referring to, as I was just standing on my innocent little feety-weetys, doing absolutely nothing that could possibly arouse suspicion." Dib looked at her... suspiciously (Gasp!) "Where are you from anyway?" he asked, making it sound like an accusation. She fell dramatically to her knees, "I'm from a faraway land, of magic and wonder!" She got up and did a happy little dance. Dib looked very confused, and still suspicious. "Why aren't you going home?" he asked, "Are you afraid to go out into the rain?? Huh?? Cause you're an alien?? Huh?? Is that it?? Huh?? HUH???" CryingChild looked at him angrily, "Just what are you implying?" she asked. Dib didn't answer, he just glared back at her. She stepped out into the rain, and headed home, Dib watched her for a moment, dissapointed. "Hey, genius," came Gaz's voice from behind him, "Let's go, it's your turn to water the plants." Dib turned to her. "But it's raining." he pointed out. Her eyes got big. "IT'S YOUR TURN TO WATER THE PLANTS." she said through gritted teeth.
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Da end! Chapter three will have other fanfic authors et authoresses in it, if you wanna be one of them say so in your review, or I will be forced to pry open your skull and feast on the goo inside! (mmm, head goo).
Also, I'm going to *coughsteal-golden-eyed-dragon's-ideacough* write a MST of a Zim fanfic in the near future. How this will affect my original fanfic lineup is undetermined as of yet!
