I'm so happy. PEOPLE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I like exclamation
points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'd like to say that I love you all and
(audience-looks at Kim like she's insane) YOUR HORRIBLE!!! NOW READ MY
DOOMED DISCLAIMER!!!!
Doomed Disclaimer- I own nothing. Happy? Doom.
Chapter 8 HAIRSPRAY OF DOOM!!!!!!!
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"Madonna?" said one of Madonna's many hairdressers.
"Hmm?" said Zim with his voice in disguise.
"Um…your hair's not attached to your head," said the confused hairdresser "are you using Head 'n' Shoulders cause I told you to tell me before you use a new shampoo." Zim took a bottle can thingy that looked suspiously like hairspray. He sprayed it and the hairdresser immediately passed out. ( if you are wondering why Zim didn't pass out it's because humans and Irkens are not the same…duh) He dragged the poor doomed hairstyler type person thingy to the broom closet he put Madonna in. So far, he had stuffed in 3 hairdressers, 2 makeup artists, and 5 fitter wardrobe people in that closet. It was getting pretty full. But he managed to fit this "Hyu-man" on top.
"Gesh, those hyu-mans are nosy." Zim remarked. Luckily the gas also destroyed memory cells.
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Dib only had about 20 more balls of pain. 'Gosh,' he thought 'the people here are nosy'.
--------------------------------Zim's POV-----------------------------------
Zim was ready. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He stepped out on stage. The bright lights blinded him a little bit though. He couldn't see anyone in the audience. Darn contact lenses add glare.
"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're O.K. If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away." Zim started. "They can beg and they can plead. But they can't see the light, that's right 'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash Is always Mister Right, 'cause we are… Living in a material world. And I am a material girl. You know that we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl……" The audience cheered loudly.
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Dib heard Zim start singing. 'NOOOOO!' he thought 'It's too late!'. Dib ran towards the stage from behind it.
----------------------------------No one's POV------------------------------ --
Zim was merrily drawing the audience under his spell. He also realized Zim liked performing infont of people. He discovered singing is pretty fun. (was that OOC? I just thought Zim would like thousands of people cheering him on) Suddenly, Dib pounced on Zim knocking him down.
"ARG!!! GET OFF ME FOUL STINKBEAST!!!!!" Screamed Zim who was under Dib. ( for all you Zib fans…….it's NOT like that.)
" You won't get away now, ZIM!!!" The audience was slowly recovering from the Madonna-Likeness of ZIM.
" NO! DIB! YOU STUPID, stinKIN' HYU-MAN" Zim started "DON'T you REALize that these FANS are INSAIN?!?!?!?!!!!!!! We shouldn't deny them of what they want or they might do something…….unpleasent." Dib looked into the audience and realized they looked like a mob of crazed fanfic authors. He stood up.
" As soon as we're out of here…the truce is off."
" Deal." Said Zim slightly relieved.
I hate cliffhangers, but I have to leave you with one. I'M SOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please forgive me, but I have to think of more of the story plot type thing. REVIEW!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't stress it enough. REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Doomed Disclaimer- I own nothing. Happy? Doom.
Chapter 8 HAIRSPRAY OF DOOM!!!!!!!
-----------------------------------Zim's POV-------------------------------- -
"Madonna?" said one of Madonna's many hairdressers.
"Hmm?" said Zim with his voice in disguise.
"Um…your hair's not attached to your head," said the confused hairdresser "are you using Head 'n' Shoulders cause I told you to tell me before you use a new shampoo." Zim took a bottle can thingy that looked suspiously like hairspray. He sprayed it and the hairdresser immediately passed out. ( if you are wondering why Zim didn't pass out it's because humans and Irkens are not the same…duh) He dragged the poor doomed hairstyler type person thingy to the broom closet he put Madonna in. So far, he had stuffed in 3 hairdressers, 2 makeup artists, and 5 fitter wardrobe people in that closet. It was getting pretty full. But he managed to fit this "Hyu-man" on top.
"Gesh, those hyu-mans are nosy." Zim remarked. Luckily the gas also destroyed memory cells.
-------------------------Dib's POV------------------------------------------ -
Dib only had about 20 more balls of pain. 'Gosh,' he thought 'the people here are nosy'.
--------------------------------Zim's POV-----------------------------------
Zim was ready. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He stepped out on stage. The bright lights blinded him a little bit though. He couldn't see anyone in the audience. Darn contact lenses add glare.
"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're O.K. If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away." Zim started. "They can beg and they can plead. But they can't see the light, that's right 'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash Is always Mister Right, 'cause we are… Living in a material world. And I am a material girl. You know that we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl……" The audience cheered loudly.
-------------------------------Dib's POV------------------------------------ -
Dib heard Zim start singing. 'NOOOOO!' he thought 'It's too late!'. Dib ran towards the stage from behind it.
----------------------------------No one's POV------------------------------ --
Zim was merrily drawing the audience under his spell. He also realized Zim liked performing infont of people. He discovered singing is pretty fun. (was that OOC? I just thought Zim would like thousands of people cheering him on) Suddenly, Dib pounced on Zim knocking him down.
"ARG!!! GET OFF ME FOUL STINKBEAST!!!!!" Screamed Zim who was under Dib. ( for all you Zib fans…….it's NOT like that.)
" You won't get away now, ZIM!!!" The audience was slowly recovering from the Madonna-Likeness of ZIM.
" NO! DIB! YOU STUPID, stinKIN' HYU-MAN" Zim started "DON'T you REALize that these FANS are INSAIN?!?!?!?!!!!!!! We shouldn't deny them of what they want or they might do something…….unpleasent." Dib looked into the audience and realized they looked like a mob of crazed fanfic authors. He stood up.
" As soon as we're out of here…the truce is off."
" Deal." Said Zim slightly relieved.
I hate cliffhangers, but I have to leave you with one. I'M SOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please forgive me, but I have to think of more of the story plot type thing. REVIEW!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't stress it enough. REVIEW!!!!!!!!
