Disclaimer:

Director: *Begins to faint*

GirChic: Oh no you don't!! *Grabs him and whacks him on the head* You're doing my disclaimer whether you like it or not!! You're not getting out of it with your pitiful excuses and acts!!!

Director: *Gasps* Okay . . . okay. You . . . don't . . . own . . . Invader . . . Zim . . .

GirChic: HEY!!! MAKE IT EXCITING!!!!

Director: *passes out*

GirChic: RAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! WAKE UP AND DO THE DAMN DISCLAIMER!!!!!!

Flying Pig Angel: *Sings* Here is chapter 5!!


GIR'S NEW PROGRAM

Chapter 5

Little Runaway


'Come on in,' Taz said, inviting Zim inside.
Zim glared at her for a moment before stepping in. He looked around to see if he could see Gir, but he couldn't. Then he looked out the clear back sliding door again and saw Gir and Jaz playing together. He sighed in frustration and looked over at Taz.
'How long will I have to keep coming over here to GET Gir?!'
Taz smiled. 'I guess as long as Gir wants to be with Jaz.'
'Why would he even WANT to be with her?!' cried Zim.
'Love,' Taz simply replied.
'What on Irk IS love?!' Zim questioned, growing impatient.
'A feeling when someone feels drawn to someone else, or when they like someone else,' Taz explained.
' . . . . whatever.'
'You Irkens really don't know anything about love, do you?' Taz inquired.
'It is not important for invading or ruling,' answered Zim.
'The feelin' comes sooner or later, Zimmy,' Taz said, smiling.
'Why'd you call me 'Zimmy'?' the Irken asked, narrowing his eyes.
'Because I . . . um . . . . oh forget it,' the Nexian stammered hesitantly.
'No, tell me,' Zim ordered.
'I . . . . . . . . . likeyouzim,' Taz mumbled.
'What?'
'I SAID I LIKE YOU, ZIM!!' she cried loudly. Then without a word, she burst out the door and ran completely out of Zim's sight.
Zim could only stand there, dumbfounded. He didn't know what to think, or what to do about this . . . matter. Then he looked outside at the two robot slaves.
That must be love, he thought as he saw Gir give Jaz a cuddle after she'd tripped on a rock and landed in a rose bush.
Zim finally decided to leave Gir with Jaz for the moment and go for to Skool. He had gone to Taz's house early in the morning, so he would still make it to Skool before the bell went.
When Zim had reached the Skoolyard, he saw that the humanoid creatures were still outside standing around and talking. Suddenly Dib sprang in front of Zim, blocking his path.
'What do you want, human stink beast?' Zim scowled. He was in no mood for fights and arguments at the moment. He wasn't feeling wholehearted today and he wanted nothing to do with Dib.
He briefly shoved Dib to the side and began to walk up the steps to Skool just as the first bell rang out across the playground.
'I'll expose you someday, Zim!!!' Dib called after the alien. 'You can't just push me aside throughout your entire alien life!! I'll always be right behind you, waiting for you to make a wrong move that will make everyone believe me about your . . . . . . alienness!!
'Pitiful earth worm-baby,' Zim muttered under his breath.

All the children of Ms Bitters' classroom trudged miserably into the stuffy classroom and slumped into their seats. Suddenly the old wretched teacher appeared.
'Good morning, doom-bringers,' she hissed unpleasantly.
'Good mo - '
'SHUT UP!!' the snakelike teacher screeched.
The class immediately fell silent, wandering what the horrible teacher would do next. It was actually very predictable – she began to ramble on (as usual) about DOOM and destruction.
Dib got out some paper and a pencil and began to doodle a picture of Zim's squeedly spooch being cut open by a group of scientists and there were many photographers around the operating table. When he saw that Ms Bitters was turned towards the blackboard, scraping a piece of chalk along it, he folded the paper into an airplane and sailed it across the room at the green boy's head. It missed the alien's head and landed on his desk between his arms.
'DIB!!!! DETENTION!!!!!!' Ms Bitters screamed without turning around.
'Hey!! You don't know that I threw the – Hey! You don't even know what someone just did!' Dib stated defensively.
'DOUBLE DETENTION!!!!' the old hag screamed again.
'WHAT?!?! YOU DON'T KNOW THAT I DID ANYTHING!!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TURN AROUND!!!!' Dib cried.
'DON'T YOU EVER JUST SHUT UP?!?! TRIPLE DETENTION, DIB!' the teacher shrieked.
Dib hunched over his desk. Retaliating only made things worse.

On the other side of the room, Zim picked up the folded up piece of paper and glimpsed at it. He screwed it up and glared at Dib, then smirked evilly and threw the screwed up paper ball at Ms Bitters. It hit her in her bent over back.
'DIB!!! YOU ARE GOING TO GET SUSPENDED IN A MINUTE IF YOU DO ONE MORE THING!!!'
'But – ' Dib started.
'DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBB!!!!! SHUT THE HELL UP OR YOU'LL BE GOING SOMEWHERE THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO GO!!' Ms Bitters sounded VERY annoyed.
Dib didn't talk for the rest of the lesson. He just kept glaring at Zim, and each time, Zim only smirked in triumph back at his enemy.

To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

GirChic: Ok . . . WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE DAMN FLYING PIG ANGELS DOING BACK HERE?! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO MAKE THEM GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!

Director: I had nothing to do with their appearance, madam. Oh wait! I nearly died, and they must be my guardian angels!! Oh thankyou, Guardian Angels for looking over me and saving me!!!!!!!!!

GirChic: Ummmmm I don't think I need you anymore . . . . I don't really like people that like pig angels anyways, so . . . . off you go now! On you're way! LET THE PIG ANGELS GUIDE YOU!!!!!!!!!! And let me tell the readers to BE ON YOUR WAY TO REVIEWING THIS CHAPTER!!!! Off you go! Run along now!