The house was dark by the time Tiz entered it. No lights were on, but all the cars were in the driveway, so she figured that Dad must've been taking a nap again. She flipped on a light and went to the fridge to get something to eat. She found a can of soda and a slice of cake from last night's dessert. She took out a fork and scooped away a bite, shoveling it in. Suddenly a groan came from behind her and the light turned off. "Tiz…?" her father's voice echoed against the walls.
She turned around. "Hi, Dad." She said, wiping the chocolate off her face.
"Why aren't you at school?" he slurred in a very tired tone.
"School's over." She informed, offering him a soda.
He took it and guzzled a good deal. "Whatever. And quit turning the lights on! It hurts my head!"
She looked down and then back up. "Why?"
He grunted and went to the fridge to pull out another soda. "Didn't I raise ya to shut your trap?"
"Sorry." She said.
"Where's your mother?" he snapped.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "I just got home."
"Well then cook some dinner already." He ordered.
"M-me? I don't know how to-" she tried.
"So figure it out." He shoved her into the kitchen.
"I-I can't even cook cereal!"
"Shut up!" he shouted, holding up his hand with a vicious intent.
"G.I.R!" Zim called, sitting on the couch. "G.I.R, what happened to dinner? I'm starving!"
"Oooooookay!" G.I.R replied as he came into the room with a large bowl. It was filled to the rim with a brown substance.
"What is that?" Zim asked in repulsion.
"Brownie batter!" the robot cried, handing him a spoon. "Mmm, Betty Crocker is my hero!"
Zim chose not to try the horrible goo. "G.I.R, I think the invasion will happen soon now, so be on your guard."
The robot looked up as chocolate slopped off his face. "What invasion?"
"G.I.R!"
"Oooooooh, riiiiiight." He stopped. "How come?"
"Because," Zim said, grinning. "I have found a broken link in the chain of humanity…and her name is Tiz!"
"Her?" the android blinked. "I like girls."
"She will give me more information tomorrow…and within a few weeks, I will have everything I need to-G.I.R!! You're dripping on the couch!"
"Monkey!"
"Gaz, I have to do something!" Dib cried to his sister.
"Not now, Dib. I'm on level thirteen." She droned.
"But he's going to use her!" he insisted, pointed towards Zim's house. "I can't stand by and let an innocent person get hurt by that monster!"
"Just let it go, Dib." Gaz suggested.
"Let it go? Let it go? How can I 'let go' of the fact that Zim is and alien and he's trying to take over the world with an alien invasion and he's torturing hapless bystanders in the process?!" he began to rage now. "Well I can't just let that happen, Gaz! Maybe you and the rest of the world think I'm crazy, but that doesn't change the fact that-"
"Zim's an alien and he's trying to take over the world by alien invasion." She finished.
"Yes!"
"I can't get a minute away from you and your stupidity."
Dib growled and grabbed the phone, pulling out the phone book and dropping it on the table. "Hm, hm, no, ah! Here! I've got to warn her before Zim makes his next move." He dialed a number as fast as he could, and someone picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Tiz!"
"Dib?" the girl sounded as if she had been crying.
"What's wrong? What'd he-"
"I have to go!" She quickly hung up.
"Hello? Ah!" he slammed the phone back onto the hook and grabbed his jacket.
"Where're you going?" Gaz asked.
"To Zim's house! He's done something evil, and I'm going to find out what he's up to!" he cried, running out the door.
"That's great, pick up a pizza on your way back!" she called.
Bang bang bang. Zim jumped with a start as the door rattled with some unknown force. Walking to the door, he checked his cameras. He opened the door and snorted. "Dib." He stated.
"I…know…you…she…" he panted, resting his hands on his knees.
"Wonderful, Dib. Now if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of dinner." Zim tried to shut the door, but Dib's hand stopped it. "What is it?" the alien snarled.
"I know…I know you did something to her!" he said with a glare as he began to regain his breath.
"Who?" Zim asked tiredly.
"You know who! What did you do to her?" he yelled.
"I don't know what you're talking about, earth-monkey." Zim informed.
"You can't use her, Zim! Are you too much of a coward to challenge me instead? Your fight isn't with little girls, is it?" said the boy, shaking his fist.
"Then why don't you warn her, Dib?" he gave a smug grin. "Why don't you tell her and the rest of the world? Oh! Oh, that's right!" Zim slapped his forehead and shrugged. "You've tried. Go home, Dib." He growled, slamming the door.
"Zim! Zim!" Dib continued to pound on the door. "I'm warning you, Zim!!"
The Irken ignored Dib's threats, walking back to the couch.
"Who's at the door?" G.I.R asked.
"Nobody." He replied, snatching the remote.
"Oh." He held up the bowl of chocolate in extreme happiness. "Does Nobody want some dinner!?"
"No! Shut up, G.I.R!" Zim grumbled and shook his head.