Author's Note: :::begins to bang her head against the wall::: Heh, so Zim had come on, but…the Butt Ugly Martians still must pay for the second time!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* HAHAHA!!!
Disclaimer: I dun own Zim he belongs to Nick and ALMIGHTY Jhonen Vasquez, neither do I own the Butt Ugly Martians, but I'm glad I dun!!!
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Zim got up, and brushed himself off. Other then a few cuts and such, he was all right. Gir was fine, and was looking around at their surroundings. Dib sprang up, and grabbed the video camera, which had skidded into a wall. It was in no condition to film anything, and Dib knew this. He had tried to tape many, many things before. He knew all about tapes, as most of his dreams ended in big explosions (Hee hee…). He pulled out his tape, and raised it into the air. "You will be exposed, ZIM!!!!" Dib triumphantly said, holding the tape in the air. "Now, where's a TV?" He ran off in the direction of a computer-animated suburb.
Zim frantically waved h is arms in the air. "No, no!!! Gir, we must stop Dib!!!" Still waving his arms, and ran forward, and tripped Gir. "GIR!" The disguised robot grinned at him. "Hi Master!!!"
Meanwhile, Dib was still running crazily around, looking for a TV to play his Zim footage, when he saw them.
Three aliens, too dumb to not think about disguises, walking down the street. They were blue and freakish looking. And they had reeeally annoying voices.
Dib gawked at them. "More aliens?!?! Wha?" Dib stood there, gaping at the alien thingys… (Which he wouldn't do, he'd probably chase them with his paranormal stuffs, and…yeah…)
As Dib stood gaping, Zim quietly came up behind him, ready to grab the tape. But he (conveniently, for me..) forgot about Gir.
The happy little robot couldn't help but be bored. He has a short attention span. He wanted to do something. He needed to do something. So he did.
The yellow martian, who's name was *shudder* B-Bop, stopped suddenly, clutching something attached to his head. "AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! GET IT OFF MEEEEEEE!!!!" He then passed out, from air loss from all that screaming.
Gir grinned happily up at the remaining two martians, as he sat on top of the fainted (hopefully DEAD!!!) martians. The red martian, named *shudder again* Doo-Wah-Diddy, picked up Gir, giving him an odd look. The other one, named (Okay, I'll stop shuddering…) 2-T-Fru-T, shrugged. "He could be useful for spare parts…"
Zim stepped forward, raising his fist. "Get your hands OFF of Gir, you… vile…BLUEBERRY!!!" he said, snarling. Dib finally stopped gaping, and shook his fist as well. "Yeah, and I'll, ummm, dissect you or something!!!"
The two martians looked at them like they were psychos, which they were, and began to drag Be-Bop to safety, Gir waving Dib's tape as he sat on top of the unconscious martian. "Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
Dib tried to leap forward, screeching "My TAPE!!!" He didn't go far, as Zim was holding him back by the collar of his trench coat. "You know Dib, we may have to become allies to rescue Gir…"
"AND my tape"
" 'sigh' AND your tape, and a way to get out of this..horrible..world.."
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Author's note: *gasps* I actually got the second chapter up!!! :::squeals happily::: Ooh, and CryingChild… I joined your Neopets Guild thingy!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!
