"I'll fill in for you. THEN we never speak of this, AGAIN. Ok?"
"Fine by me!" Dib sneered. "Here's what will happen. Tonight is my convention, I need you to fill in for me on family fun night. I will communicate with you on this watch." Zim hummed, not paying attention.
"ZIM!" He grasped the tape from his coat pocket.
"Yes, yes... human." He said in disgust.
"Father planned this because our family isn't 'spending enough time together.' Look, just use the watch to communicate. Act normal. I even brought a suit of me." Dib pulled out a suit replicating Leonardo Di Caprio.
"Whoops, that's mine." He hugged it, and stuffed it in his bag. Then the most demented Dib thing appeared in front of him. The costume was ugly too.
"Eww..." Zim stepped back. He remembered the tape.
"I do this for you earthling, and you give me the tape."
"Deal." Gir squealed out from behind Zim.
"Goodbye, sugar." Zim threw himself in the house, trying to stop. Gir cried.
"Can I have da candee now?" He stuck out his lower lip for sympathy.
"No, Gir, no candee, at least for now." Zim shot off into the kitchen, dressing up as Dib.
"O...k..." Sniveled an unhappy robot.
After Zim put his costume up, Gir was left behind, singing sadly.
"The wheels on the bus..." He sniffed, "go round and WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Zim waved sadly behind, then walking off into the sunset. Sappy music plays, then Zim hits his head on a stop sign.
"I'm ok." He reassured Gir.
Zim walked to the house, in Dib's hideous costume. He tried to keep all contact from humans. Then, Zim arrived at the door. "Membranes" was plastered on the mailbox. Zim kicked it over, then dragged himself to knock. Just as he was going to, the door swung open.
**See! I told you, I AM THE MOTHER OF ALL CLIFFY... hanger... thingies... Oh man, why didn't I prepare a speech or something? Oh well, R'N'R, and plz keep my request from the first page, under the name ^^; k? Like a bat, I eat peanut butter! *chi tries flying off the jungle gym.* Owee!** Yet again, sorry for the lack of story space ;)
"Fine by me!" Dib sneered. "Here's what will happen. Tonight is my convention, I need you to fill in for me on family fun night. I will communicate with you on this watch." Zim hummed, not paying attention.
"ZIM!" He grasped the tape from his coat pocket.
"Yes, yes... human." He said in disgust.
"Father planned this because our family isn't 'spending enough time together.' Look, just use the watch to communicate. Act normal. I even brought a suit of me." Dib pulled out a suit replicating Leonardo Di Caprio.
"Whoops, that's mine." He hugged it, and stuffed it in his bag. Then the most demented Dib thing appeared in front of him. The costume was ugly too.
"Eww..." Zim stepped back. He remembered the tape.
"I do this for you earthling, and you give me the tape."
"Deal." Gir squealed out from behind Zim.
"Goodbye, sugar." Zim threw himself in the house, trying to stop. Gir cried.
"Can I have da candee now?" He stuck out his lower lip for sympathy.
"No, Gir, no candee, at least for now." Zim shot off into the kitchen, dressing up as Dib.
"O...k..." Sniveled an unhappy robot.
After Zim put his costume up, Gir was left behind, singing sadly.
"The wheels on the bus..." He sniffed, "go round and WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Zim waved sadly behind, then walking off into the sunset. Sappy music plays, then Zim hits his head on a stop sign.
"I'm ok." He reassured Gir.
Zim walked to the house, in Dib's hideous costume. He tried to keep all contact from humans. Then, Zim arrived at the door. "Membranes" was plastered on the mailbox. Zim kicked it over, then dragged himself to knock. Just as he was going to, the door swung open.
**See! I told you, I AM THE MOTHER OF ALL CLIFFY... hanger... thingies... Oh man, why didn't I prepare a speech or something? Oh well, R'N'R, and plz keep my request from the first page, under the name ^^; k? Like a bat, I eat peanut butter! *chi tries flying off the jungle gym.* Owee!** Yet again, sorry for the lack of story space ;)