Author's Note: ^______________^ I know, I know, IT STINKS!!! GARGH!!!! I promise, after I finish this series, I'll never, EVER write any Zim fics again, K? Ooh and the character's thought are in italics…
Disclaimer: I own disclaimers.
Zim and BUM is © Nick, and Zim © Jhonen Vasquez!
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Back in the spooooooooooky computer animated suburbs of doom, the three martian, two alive, one HORRIBLY mangled, and the small defective, yet cute in an insane way robot trekked on to… (Bum bum bum..) Mikey's house….
Doowah-Diddy, who shifted Gir from his left hand to his right, sighed. "Why do I have to carry this thing? He giggles everytime I step on a crack!"
"Hee hee!"
The other martian, 2TfruT, gave him a look. "He'll grow out of it.."
"How can he grow out of it? He's a robot!!! My gawd, you can't get any dumber I bet!"
"Bet I can!"
"Bet you can't!"
"BET I CAN!!!"
Doowah grinned. "HA HA Ha-- Bet you can't…"
2TfruT turned his attention to BeBop. "Ugh, he's so, like… bloody…"
DooWah nodded. "I feel his pain, man…"
2TfruT nodded as well. "Me too dude…" he replied.
Gir grinned. "I'm gonna sing the Dude Song now! Dude, dude, dude, dude dude dude, DUUUUUUDE dude!"
2TfruT rolled his eyes.
"Rockin' drum an' guitar solo!!! DA-nanananana…. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-nanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" (Fun Fact, that was Gir)
MEANWHILE…….
Zim was pacing in an alley, with a worried look on his face… "Why Gir? WHY?!?!" he thought to himself. Even though Gir was a pest, and made his mission more difficult, he had grown fond of him. He'd get Gir back...
Dib, however, was sitting on a soap box, in shock. He had lost tapes of mysterious stuff, but somehow, this loss was bad. He didn't know why. It was like some horrible author… It was all a misirable joke! Gargh!!! (I need Mentos…)
Zim, brainstorming his plan, snapped his fingers. He had a plan, a wonderful plan. The kind of plan that was good, and stuff. "Hey Dib!"
Dib looked over towards Zim. "What do you want, space boy?"
Zim glared as he spoke. "You know those horrible, awful, hidieous things that ran off with Gir?"
Dib gave him a blank look.
Zim sighed. "The aliens that took your tape?"
Dib glared. "Yessssssssssssssssssss……"
Zim gave him a look that would be given to any IZ fan in one of their bouts of insanity. No, he had a plan to unfurl. "They said your head was…" He paused, before whispering, "Big…"
Dib leaped up, angerly. Too many jokes about his NORMAL-SIZED head… TOO MANY!!! "MY HEAD'S NOT BIG!!!" He then clenched his fists, much like Gaz. "They will PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…."
Zim smiled. Phase one completed.
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Author's note: Didn't that STINK! ^___________^ I might as well be annoying, and MAKE YOU ALL GO TO MY SIDE 7 ARTIST'S ACCOUNT!!! BWAHAHAHA!!! :::whispering::: I've got Zim stuff there… And leave a review, please? ^.^ The link's in my profile…
