Growing Mold
Part 4: Lysol is from He...Heck... Yeah, That's It, Heck...
(Disclaimer: This may come as a shock to some of you, but I don't own Invader Zim. Go fig. The BM is mine.)
Dib ran down to the bottom step and stopped. He peeked out from behind the stairwell, looking left, then right. He spotted nothing to stop him from reaching his goal, and darted into the kitchen, trash bag flapping behind him.
Dib's bare feet pit-patted across the tile. They came to a stop in front of the cabinet under the sink.
Dib knelt and opened the cupboard. He grabbed the Raid(TM), the Lysol(TM), the rat poison (after all, why not?), and all the assorted soaps and various other things that always manage to find residency under the sink. He threw them into the trash bag, and tiptoed to the opening to the connecting hallway.
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Gaz sat on the coach silently, playing her latest, greatest game on her pretty, red GameSlave. Beep-bio-beepity-blup-blop... The little 'human' ship moved around on the screen, blasting the little alien ships to little digital pieces.
Bloop-bleep-bloip...
She caught movement, in the hallway, out of the corner of her eye.
Gaz kept pressing the buttons on the GameSlave, watching her brother peek out of the kitchen. He looked around, and then snuck up the stairs, toting a trash bag that was clinking suspiciously.
Boop-boop-boooooop...
The words GAME OVER flashed over the screen of her GameSlave.
Her eyes narrowed even more, if possible. Dib would soon be soundly obliterated... after she beat this game, of course.
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Dib scurried into his room, lugging the trash bag behind him. He set the bag down on the floor, and opened it. He stuck his hand in, feeling around, half expecting something to jump up and eat his hand. His hand closed around a cool metal container. Dib pulled his hand out, and with it came... A can of SHAVING CREAM!!!!!!!
'...Shaving cream?!'
Dib sighed. He threw the can under his bed, and the Bed Monster gobbled it up like candy.
Dib reached in again, and this time pulled the Lysol(TM) out of the bag. He pointed the can of odorous disinfectant at the Bed Monster's location, and sprayed.
He squirted the spray for about a minute, until he heard a sound, a coarse, raucous sound.
-COUGH!-
The Bed Monster was coughing.
Cough!
And so was Dib.
'Apparently,' Dib thought harshly as he coughed, 'They forget to warn you that Lysol(TM) is bad for YOU as well as the germs.'
Dib staggered out of his room, and down the stairs, coughing the entire way. He stumble into the kitchen and on into the garage.
He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of tire rubber, motor oil, and dust; his lungs finally worked again. Dib grabbed the leaf blower from where it leaned.
Dib took one last deep breath. He waved goodbye to Bigfoot (who was using the chainsaw this time, to cut up something Dib was sure he probably didn't want to see), and exited the realm of the cars.
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Dib stood outside his room. He had to go in, he knew that, but... the smell... awful, florid smell... Dib shook his head. If he ever wanted to regain his room, he was going to have to brave it.
Dib shot into his room, straight to the window. He heaved it open and raced back out. He took another deep breath and grabbed the leaf blower. He turned around, facing the portal to his room.
Dib ran into his room and clicked on the leaf blower and... nothing.
Dib looked down at it.
It wasn't plugged into an outlet. Dib groaned. 'Figures.'
He set the leaf blower down, his head now swimming with lack of oxygen, and grabbed the plug. He walked out into the hall (clack clackity clack, as the leaf blower was dragged behind him), and took another deep breath. He walked back in, halfway across the room, and plugged it into the socket.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
"Bla-!" Dib clawed at the ground, against the sudden blast of air. He had, of course, forgotten to click it off.
'Why does this have to happen to me?!'
Dib clawed his way across the floor. Inch, inch, inch... He dug his fingernails into the hard wood of his floor ('Note to self: carpet is good.')... Inch, inch, inch...
'Almost there...'
Just centimeters to go. Dib scrabbled a little closer. The leaf blower kept blowing indiscriminately. The ruthless air stream pushed his scythe-like hair back.
Just centimeters to go. Dib pulled himself forward, stretching one arm as far as he could.
Just centimeters to go. Dib pushed his arm out more. His fingers brushed the button.
Just centimeters to go. Dib stretched his arm excruciatingly far, and farther still.
Just centimeters to go. 'Just a little bit farther.'
CLICK!
Dib fell to the floor and thought, 'Hey, at least the smell's gone.'
(AN: Hey, here it is!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!! I found it! I've had this done for at least two months, but I lost it (I wrote it on paper). I really liked it though, and didn't want to just try to do it again. Goody... Welp, I'll get to work on the next part.)
Part 4: Lysol is from He...Heck... Yeah, That's It, Heck...
(Disclaimer: This may come as a shock to some of you, but I don't own Invader Zim. Go fig. The BM is mine.)
Dib ran down to the bottom step and stopped. He peeked out from behind the stairwell, looking left, then right. He spotted nothing to stop him from reaching his goal, and darted into the kitchen, trash bag flapping behind him.
Dib's bare feet pit-patted across the tile. They came to a stop in front of the cabinet under the sink.
Dib knelt and opened the cupboard. He grabbed the Raid(TM), the Lysol(TM), the rat poison (after all, why not?), and all the assorted soaps and various other things that always manage to find residency under the sink. He threw them into the trash bag, and tiptoed to the opening to the connecting hallway.
------------------------
Gaz sat on the coach silently, playing her latest, greatest game on her pretty, red GameSlave. Beep-bio-beepity-blup-blop... The little 'human' ship moved around on the screen, blasting the little alien ships to little digital pieces.
Bloop-bleep-bloip...
She caught movement, in the hallway, out of the corner of her eye.
Gaz kept pressing the buttons on the GameSlave, watching her brother peek out of the kitchen. He looked around, and then snuck up the stairs, toting a trash bag that was clinking suspiciously.
Boop-boop-boooooop...
The words GAME OVER flashed over the screen of her GameSlave.
Her eyes narrowed even more, if possible. Dib would soon be soundly obliterated... after she beat this game, of course.
----------------
Dib scurried into his room, lugging the trash bag behind him. He set the bag down on the floor, and opened it. He stuck his hand in, feeling around, half expecting something to jump up and eat his hand. His hand closed around a cool metal container. Dib pulled his hand out, and with it came... A can of SHAVING CREAM!!!!!!!
'...Shaving cream?!'
Dib sighed. He threw the can under his bed, and the Bed Monster gobbled it up like candy.
Dib reached in again, and this time pulled the Lysol(TM) out of the bag. He pointed the can of odorous disinfectant at the Bed Monster's location, and sprayed.
He squirted the spray for about a minute, until he heard a sound, a coarse, raucous sound.
-COUGH!-
The Bed Monster was coughing.
Cough!
And so was Dib.
'Apparently,' Dib thought harshly as he coughed, 'They forget to warn you that Lysol(TM) is bad for YOU as well as the germs.'
Dib staggered out of his room, and down the stairs, coughing the entire way. He stumble into the kitchen and on into the garage.
He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of tire rubber, motor oil, and dust; his lungs finally worked again. Dib grabbed the leaf blower from where it leaned.
Dib took one last deep breath. He waved goodbye to Bigfoot (who was using the chainsaw this time, to cut up something Dib was sure he probably didn't want to see), and exited the realm of the cars.
---------------
Dib stood outside his room. He had to go in, he knew that, but... the smell... awful, florid smell... Dib shook his head. If he ever wanted to regain his room, he was going to have to brave it.
Dib shot into his room, straight to the window. He heaved it open and raced back out. He took another deep breath and grabbed the leaf blower. He turned around, facing the portal to his room.
Dib ran into his room and clicked on the leaf blower and... nothing.
Dib looked down at it.
It wasn't plugged into an outlet. Dib groaned. 'Figures.'
He set the leaf blower down, his head now swimming with lack of oxygen, and grabbed the plug. He walked out into the hall (clack clackity clack, as the leaf blower was dragged behind him), and took another deep breath. He walked back in, halfway across the room, and plugged it into the socket.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
"Bla-!" Dib clawed at the ground, against the sudden blast of air. He had, of course, forgotten to click it off.
'Why does this have to happen to me?!'
Dib clawed his way across the floor. Inch, inch, inch... He dug his fingernails into the hard wood of his floor ('Note to self: carpet is good.')... Inch, inch, inch...
'Almost there...'
Just centimeters to go. Dib scrabbled a little closer. The leaf blower kept blowing indiscriminately. The ruthless air stream pushed his scythe-like hair back.
Just centimeters to go. Dib pulled himself forward, stretching one arm as far as he could.
Just centimeters to go. Dib pushed his arm out more. His fingers brushed the button.
Just centimeters to go. Dib stretched his arm excruciatingly far, and farther still.
Just centimeters to go. 'Just a little bit farther.'
CLICK!
Dib fell to the floor and thought, 'Hey, at least the smell's gone.'
(AN: Hey, here it is!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!!!!!!!!! I found it! I've had this done for at least two months, but I lost it (I wrote it on paper). I really liked it though, and didn't want to just try to do it again. Goody... Welp, I'll get to work on the next part.)
