The Scary Puppet Show
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Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own GIR. Or Zim and Dib. Damn. They belong to the spectaculary twisted Jhonen Vasquez and the minions of Satan at Nickelodeon Studios. HOW DARE THEY TAKE AWAY RENN AND STIMPY!!!
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Chapter 3
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An hour later....
"How long is this puppet show thing supposed to last?!" GIR was enjoying himself immensely. Zim had done everything he could think of. He mostly tried to recreate bits he'd seen on t.v., including everything from infomercials to "Sifle & Ollie". "Dammit, I'm out of ideas!" Zim got up. "GIR, I-" GIR threw trail mix at Zim.
"Shhhh!!! I wanna hear the theme song!"
"Theme... song?" asked Zim.
"Sing! Sing the theme song! SING THE THEME SONG!!!" Zim ducked behind the curtain to avoid the shower of trail mix.
"So he wants a theme song, eh? iI'll/i give him a theme song! A theme song fit for ZIM!" The curtain rose, and a single puppet appeared on the stage. It imight/i have been a dog. Zim cleared his throat, and began to sing...
"Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doomdoomdoom. Doom doom doom doom doom doom doomy doom doom doomy doomy doom doom doom doom doom doom *doomy doomy doomy doom* doom doom doom *doomy doomy doomy doom* doom doom doom doom doomdoomdoom doom DOOM!" With that said, Zim stepped out and took a bow. GIR bounced around screaming "DOOM!" while cackling and clapping in delight. Zim caught himself bowing.
"What the hell am I doing?!" he straightened. "GIR! Go trip the circuit breaker. NOW!"
"Yes, Master!" The tiny robot saluted, and bolted out the window, breaking it... Zim could only hope GIR wouldn't screw up.
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A few hours later...
"Ahhhh... much better," sighed Zim happily, watching his lawn gnomes. "My yard is Dib free". He stood up, prepared to call it a night. Zim walked upstairs, his eye catching the puppet theatre, still on the floor, surrounded by puppets. GIR was snoozing on a pile of puppets. Zim grumbled quietly to himself (mrr...no one ever cleans up....I do all the work....etc.) while he picked up the SIR and placed him on the sofa. He then dumped the puppets into the box/theatre and picked it up. I hadn't been as bad as he thought... it was actually... kinda fun. Zim picked a puppet out of the box and looked at it. It might've been a dog. He began to walk out of the room when he heard GIR mumble something in his sleep.
"mmm.... puppets.... like puppets.... must...watch....Scary... Puppet.... Show.... everyday.... or........ DOOM... *snrg* mmmf..." GIR curled up in a little ball, and Zim ran screaming from the room.
Fin.
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Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own GIR. Or Zim and Dib. Damn. They belong to the spectaculary twisted Jhonen Vasquez and the minions of Satan at Nickelodeon Studios. HOW DARE THEY TAKE AWAY RENN AND STIMPY!!!
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Chapter 3
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An hour later....
"How long is this puppet show thing supposed to last?!" GIR was enjoying himself immensely. Zim had done everything he could think of. He mostly tried to recreate bits he'd seen on t.v., including everything from infomercials to "Sifle & Ollie". "Dammit, I'm out of ideas!" Zim got up. "GIR, I-" GIR threw trail mix at Zim.
"Shhhh!!! I wanna hear the theme song!"
"Theme... song?" asked Zim.
"Sing! Sing the theme song! SING THE THEME SONG!!!" Zim ducked behind the curtain to avoid the shower of trail mix.
"So he wants a theme song, eh? iI'll/i give him a theme song! A theme song fit for ZIM!" The curtain rose, and a single puppet appeared on the stage. It imight/i have been a dog. Zim cleared his throat, and began to sing...
"Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doomdoomdoom. Doom doom doom doom doom doom doomy doom doom doomy doomy doom doom doom doom doom doom *doomy doomy doomy doom* doom doom doom *doomy doomy doomy doom* doom doom doom doom doomdoomdoom doom DOOM!" With that said, Zim stepped out and took a bow. GIR bounced around screaming "DOOM!" while cackling and clapping in delight. Zim caught himself bowing.
"What the hell am I doing?!" he straightened. "GIR! Go trip the circuit breaker. NOW!"
"Yes, Master!" The tiny robot saluted, and bolted out the window, breaking it... Zim could only hope GIR wouldn't screw up.
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A few hours later...
"Ahhhh... much better," sighed Zim happily, watching his lawn gnomes. "My yard is Dib free". He stood up, prepared to call it a night. Zim walked upstairs, his eye catching the puppet theatre, still on the floor, surrounded by puppets. GIR was snoozing on a pile of puppets. Zim grumbled quietly to himself (mrr...no one ever cleans up....I do all the work....etc.) while he picked up the SIR and placed him on the sofa. He then dumped the puppets into the box/theatre and picked it up. I hadn't been as bad as he thought... it was actually... kinda fun. Zim picked a puppet out of the box and looked at it. It might've been a dog. He began to walk out of the room when he heard GIR mumble something in his sleep.
"mmm.... puppets.... like puppets.... must...watch....Scary... Puppet.... Show.... everyday.... or........ DOOM... *snrg* mmmf..." GIR curled up in a little ball, and Zim ran screaming from the room.
Fin.