The Scary Puppet Show
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Disclaimer: I don't own Zim, Dib, or GIR. I wish I did, but they rightfully belong to Jhonen Vasquez and the evil folks at Nickelodeon Studios. Damn them and their ruining of good cartoons. GIVE ME BACK ROCKO, DAMMIT!
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Chapter 2
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He was out there. He had to be. He imust/i be. Zim peered out the window. It was dark, and still storming. He was convinced Dib was out there, and Zim would rather idie/i than get caught by that human worm-baby. He glanced back at GIR, who had finished his sugar long ago. GIR was glaring daggers at Zim's back, probably trying to bore a hole through it. Zim's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to get GIR to cooperate. He'd tried everything, from sugar, to caffeine (BIG mistake), to toys... No luck. Damn the "Scary Monkey Show". Zim narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he could find a picture.... or a few pictures..... and rotate them inside a box.... GIR would never know the difference.... Zim grinned at his genius and turned to GIR.
"GIR! Where's the box the t.v came in?"
GIR jumped up and ran off. He reappeared, box in tow. At least, Zim thought it was the box... Funny, he didn't remember it having curtains before...
"Here master!" chirped GIR, presenting the box to Zim, who peered at it critically.
"GIR, what did you do to the box?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"I turned it into a puppet theatre! See?" replied GIR, as he pulled a string. The curtain rose above the "stage". Seeing his original plan wouldn't work, Zim quickly came up with an unappealing alternative. He had heard of this... puppet show before. Some sort of pathetic excuse for entertainment the humans oogled at (A/N : puppet lovers, forgive me! I love puppets! I imake/i puppets!). Perhaps he could put on a show with puppets. It wouldn't be the "Scary Monkey Show", but so long as GIR liked it.... The idea was most despiseable, but Zim didn't see another option. It was either resorting to human entertainment or letting his paranoiz drive him insane. Instinctively, Zim glanced out the window, just in case. He took a deep breath, and popped the question.
"GIR, do you have any puppets?"
"Yuuuuuuup!"
"Bring them to Zim." GIR gave a salute, and ran off to get his puppet collection. He returned with a load of sock puppets in his arms. Zim picked one up and grimaced.
"I made them myself!" beamed GIR.
"I noticed," groaned Zim. He sorted through the odd coloured socks, trying to find one that looked remotely like a... living creature. He turned to GIR.
"GIR, I have a deal to gi-er, offer you," Zim said through clenched teeth. He, Zim, Invader Zim, trying to bargain with a SIR! He glanced out the window again...
"Can I shuffle the deck?" chirped GIR. " Pleeeeeease???"
"Er, no. I will put on a.... puppet show entertainment thing for you if you promise to go outside and trip the circuit breaker." GIR looked thoughtful, (God forbid...).
"Scary Monkey?" he asked, finally. Zim shook his head.
"Noooo.... puppet show," on a gamble, he added, "Better than Scary Monkey." GIR's eyes widened.
"WHOOOO HOOOOO!!! Okay!" GIR plopped down on the floor in front of the box/stage with a bowl of trail mix. Zim stood there, not quite sure what to do. GIR glared at him, and Zim quickly picked up the puppets and disappeared behind the curtain. Hey, how hard could it be?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Zim, Dib, or GIR. I wish I did, but they rightfully belong to Jhonen Vasquez and the evil folks at Nickelodeon Studios. Damn them and their ruining of good cartoons. GIVE ME BACK ROCKO, DAMMIT!
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Chapter 2
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He was out there. He had to be. He imust/i be. Zim peered out the window. It was dark, and still storming. He was convinced Dib was out there, and Zim would rather idie/i than get caught by that human worm-baby. He glanced back at GIR, who had finished his sugar long ago. GIR was glaring daggers at Zim's back, probably trying to bore a hole through it. Zim's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to get GIR to cooperate. He'd tried everything, from sugar, to caffeine (BIG mistake), to toys... No luck. Damn the "Scary Monkey Show". Zim narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he could find a picture.... or a few pictures..... and rotate them inside a box.... GIR would never know the difference.... Zim grinned at his genius and turned to GIR.
"GIR! Where's the box the t.v came in?"
GIR jumped up and ran off. He reappeared, box in tow. At least, Zim thought it was the box... Funny, he didn't remember it having curtains before...
"Here master!" chirped GIR, presenting the box to Zim, who peered at it critically.
"GIR, what did you do to the box?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"I turned it into a puppet theatre! See?" replied GIR, as he pulled a string. The curtain rose above the "stage". Seeing his original plan wouldn't work, Zim quickly came up with an unappealing alternative. He had heard of this... puppet show before. Some sort of pathetic excuse for entertainment the humans oogled at (A/N : puppet lovers, forgive me! I love puppets! I imake/i puppets!). Perhaps he could put on a show with puppets. It wouldn't be the "Scary Monkey Show", but so long as GIR liked it.... The idea was most despiseable, but Zim didn't see another option. It was either resorting to human entertainment or letting his paranoiz drive him insane. Instinctively, Zim glanced out the window, just in case. He took a deep breath, and popped the question.
"GIR, do you have any puppets?"
"Yuuuuuuup!"
"Bring them to Zim." GIR gave a salute, and ran off to get his puppet collection. He returned with a load of sock puppets in his arms. Zim picked one up and grimaced.
"I made them myself!" beamed GIR.
"I noticed," groaned Zim. He sorted through the odd coloured socks, trying to find one that looked remotely like a... living creature. He turned to GIR.
"GIR, I have a deal to gi-er, offer you," Zim said through clenched teeth. He, Zim, Invader Zim, trying to bargain with a SIR! He glanced out the window again...
"Can I shuffle the deck?" chirped GIR. " Pleeeeeease???"
"Er, no. I will put on a.... puppet show entertainment thing for you if you promise to go outside and trip the circuit breaker." GIR looked thoughtful, (God forbid...).
"Scary Monkey?" he asked, finally. Zim shook his head.
"Noooo.... puppet show," on a gamble, he added, "Better than Scary Monkey." GIR's eyes widened.
"WHOOOO HOOOOO!!! Okay!" GIR plopped down on the floor in front of the box/stage with a bowl of trail mix. Zim stood there, not quite sure what to do. GIR glared at him, and Zim quickly picked up the puppets and disappeared behind the curtain. Hey, how hard could it be?