Disclaimer: I own none of the Invader Zim characters. They belong to Nickelodeon. I own the plot.
Author's Note: I LOVE GIR!!! He's really cute. Anyway, Zim is really cool too and Dib is all right, I guess. But he's messed up in my story. Anyway, Gaz is okay too.
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Chapter Two: Dib's Secret Obsession
Dib, Zim's rival, locked himself in his room. He closed and bolted the window for extra protection. Making sure nothing was hiding in his room, he dived under the bed and pulled out a bag. Dragging the bag over to his desk, he sat in his chair and opened the bag. Dib smiled.
Inside the bag were lottery tickets; Dib's secret obsession. "Someone has to win!" he said out loud. And that someone would be him! It was easy enough to buy lottery tickets off the Internet, and easier still to make sure they were legal.
Dib threw back his head and laughed. He was going to win fifteen million dollars!
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The following Monday at Skool, Dib raced to class, searching for Zim. Zim was sitting at his desk.
"Ha ha, you alien! I've found a way to expose you and make EVERYONE believe me!" Dib crowed, thinking that when he won the lottery, he would be famous and have lots of power.
"You know, Dib, you're not really as smart as you seem to believe you are," commented Zim, ignoring the boy in the black trenchcoat and glasses. Angrily, Dib stormed over to his own seat.
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Dib and Gaz walked home together as usual. Gaz was absorbed in her Game Slave and was ignoring her ranting brother. "Will you shut up yet? I'm almost through with this level!" she snapped.
Dib laughed. "Don't worry, my dear sister, for when I win millions, I shall buy you ten zillion games, heh heh!"
Gaz actually looked up from her game, and stared at him for a second. "Okay Dib, whatever."
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When Zim arrived at his house, GIR was once again watching television. "GIR!"
GIR hurried over. "Yes, sir?"
"GIR, I believe that Dib is once again plotting to reveal us. We should find out what he is planning on doing."
"OK!" With that, GIR raced back to the couch and turned on the TV again.
"GIR?" Zim asked. He was tiring of GIR's short attention span.
"Guess what?" GIR teased, standing up on the couch and dancing.
"GIR! Do not question me!" Zim roared, and the little robot ran over and bowed before the Irken.
"Master, don't be mad at me, please don't be mad!" he whimpered.
Zim sighed. "Just-find that chip I made for you! Now!"
GIR smiled and ran off to find the chip.
While GIR was looking, Zim attempted to find a seat on the couch, but it was covered in empty chocolate bubblegum brainfreezys. "Computer, clean up this mess!" Zim commanded, then noticed that a small, rectangular piece of paper lay on the ground before him. He sighed.
"GIR!" The robot raced into the room.
"Yes, my master?"
Zim held up the piece of paper. It appeared to be some sort of ticket. "Is this yours?"
GIR smiled. "Yes!"
"THEN TAKE IT AND DO NOT LET ME SEE IT AGAIN!!!! AARRRGGGGHHH!!!!" Zim turned and stormed out of the room.
"Gee, maybe Master should take anger management classes like the ones the TV talked about!" GIR thought out loud, and took his lottery ticket into the kitchen.
