The jungle was quite dark, and scary. A sudden screech from
an animal too close to comfort soon sent Dib into a mad race to get away from
it, but he was eventually stopped.
BANG!
It seems he was always running into things around here, Dib found himself
sprawled out on the ground, rubbing his noggin. He shook his head, dismissing
the would be headache and sat up. "Ow." He said simply, rubbing his
noggin some more. He was about to look up at what he ran into, but he heard the
voice before he could see and the very sound of the voice made his eyes grow
wider.
"Oh NO! Not again! I just got it fixed!" claimed the voice of the
creature he had ran into. Dib's eyes slowly went from the ground upwards, and
found himself looking directly into the frowning face of...
"Tweedle Red..." he muttered to himself. Indeed it was, Tweedle Red,
and his hover skirt, once again, had a dent where Dib's head had met it.
"It serves you right!" declared Tweedle Purple as he approached the
two, the remains of a smoke machine in his hands.
"It does not serve me right! How does it serve me right? I didn't get
anything, so I wasn't served!" Tweedle Red snapped back, folding his arms
snobbishly and looking away from Tweedle Purple.
"What did I do to deserve this?!" Dib thought to himself, he had
hoped he'd never see these loonies again but here they were; and there wasn't
any way out of here yet.
"You broke my smoke machine so you deserve to have your hover skirt
broken!" Tweedle Purple snapped back, before dropping the machine onto the
ground. Dib looked at it, and realised it was very broken, and very old.
"Oh come on now... be reasonable." Dib got to his feet, and looked up
at Tweedle Purple. "It's an old smoke machine!" he said, pointing at
it, then he picked it up. It thus turned to dust in his hands, he blinked in
surprise. Purple just looked shocked as well, not just at it disentigrating in
Dib's hands, but what Dib had said.
"Old?! OLD?!" Tweedle Purple glared down at Dib, and leaned down so they
were face to face, he put a slender finger to Dib's chest. "I should throw
you into an air lock for that! It isn't old, it's brand NEW! I bought it
yesterday, you know when we last ran into each other! He broke it!"
Tweedle Purple stood up to his full height again and pointed a slender finger
at Tweedle Red.
"Oh YOU threw it!" Tweedle Red snapped back, on the verge of a hissy
fit.
"You made me throw it, you and your silly laser!" Tweedle Purple
cried, tears brimming his eyes.
"How pathetic..." Dib thought.
"I GOT IT!" Tweedle Purple declared, making Tweedle Red and Dib stand
off in surprise by his sudden outburst.
"What? Get a new one?" Dib asked hopefully, so he could get away
before he'd get injured or worse.
"Oh no, nothing as simple as that." Tweedle Purple replied with a
wave of his hand, "No. We must have a battle." He added. "In the
honour... of the Tweedle's." he sounded and looked very noble as he said
this. Red scoffed.
"Pft. I'm not battling in my condition! I have.. a headache!" Tweedle
Red put a hand to his head and acted faint. "Oh, catch me! I'm going to
faint!" he declared, course, no one attempted to catch him so he ended up
on the ground. "Ow."
"Well I have a toothache! That makes us even." Tweedle Purple
replied. He turned to Dib, "You, what's your name again?"
"Dib... and wait, we didn't meet yesterday, we met-" Dib was cut off
by Tweedle Purple suddenly lifting him up into the air.
"Dib, you are to help us prepare for our battle! You know, to help us
protect our vital organs." Tweedle Purple set him back down as Tweedle Red
got to his feet, really having a headache now.
"Good grief." Dib muttered.
Dib found armour, well, what would be considered armour. Old pots, pans and
etcetera were scattered near a would be dump. He was now tying a pan to Tweedle
Red's front who was now covered in metal, with an old stove pipe holder as a
helmet, and in his claws he held a giant eye dropper thingie.
"If I die, I'll remember you in my will Purple. No money, course. It'll
just say I remember you..." Red was explaining as Dib stopped tying the
pan. Meanwhile Tweedle Purple was just as covered in metal pots, pans and
silverware. He had a saucer on his head, with a tie tied around it's handle.
"I'd still prefer money!" Tweedle Purple snapped back, picking up his
giant Q-Tip.
"Are you sure you couldn't just buy a new smoke machine?" Dib asked
Tweedle Purple.
"Oh come on, we must have a bit of a fight. It's either this or
poetry." Tweedle Purple replied.
"Oh let's do poetry! I learnt a new one!" Tweedle Red declared,
rushing up to the two. "It's called, Ms. Taryn and Ms. Cartman's Girl.
It's about sand, surf, moons, suns and slurpies!"
"Oh not that one..." Tweedle Purple groaned. Dib seemed to agree,
even if he didn't know the poem already.
"I'd rather not..." Dib said,
"Well you said you didn't want a fight so it's a fight or poetry, or a
fight following poetry!" Tweedle Red snapped at Dib, shaking his weapon in
Dib's face.
"Hmmm, fight following poetry sounds about right..." Tweedle Purple
thought aloud, scratching his head with the Q-Tip.
"I don't want a fight OR poetry!" Dib said quickly, he just wanted to
get away from these two lunatics before he gets hit by one of their weapons and
in extensive care. If there was such a place here.
"Oh then what are we to do??" Tweedle Red whined, "I wanna do
something! I didn't learn a poem for nothing you know!"
"ALLRIGHT! Fine! Battle! Just... wait till I'm out of range." Dib was
quick to dash behind a rock, why he didn't keep going is beyond me. Maybe he
wanted to observe how Zim's race battled against each other. Tweedle Purple and
Tweedle Red faced off, then, holding their weapons high they made a war cry,
and began backing away from each other. Possibly for dramatic tension, I don't
know. They kept backing up, backing up, backing up, backing up... Soon they
were out of sight! Dib looked to where the other was stood, and scratched his
head in confuzzlement. He had a feeling he'd be doing a lot of that today.
"HIIII-YYAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" Tweedle Red's voice screamed from where he
was hidden, and soon he came dashing out of the jungle, his weapon high and was
running as quickly as he could.
"HOOOO-EEEEEE!!!" came Tweedle Purple, as he came dashing out as
well, his weapon raised. Course, they were now very far apart and by the time
they finally reached each other, they were so out of breath they stood there,
swaying a bit. They suddenly leaned forward, helmets clanging and soon their
bodies followed suite, and the two Tweedle Tallests were passed out on the
ground.
"...this is ludicrous.." Dib stated as he got out from behind the
boulder.
"My... my plan worked..." gulped Tweedle Red from his place under
Tweedle Purple.
"What, end up out of breath?" Dib asked, folding his arms, disgusted
by the Tallest Tweedles.
"Well... well yeah... get him all... tuckered out so... so we couldn't
battle... cause, cause I don't like battles... I get boo-boos..." Tweedle
Red replied, slowly getting to his feet after shoving Tweedle Purple off him.
"Ah. How... Smart?" Dib asked,
"Yes it was really." Tweedle Red replied, then soon Tweedle Purple
got to his feet.
"Ow, my toothache..." he muttered, putting a hand to his cheek.
"So now this stupid fight's over, can I go now or what?" Dib asked,
it was better to ask then just dash off like before, these two had found him
again because of that.
"Aw, you really don't want to hear my poem?" Tweedle Red's eyes
brimmed with tears at the notion.
"Aw now look what you done, you made him upset!" Tweedle Purple
declared at Dib, handing Tweedle Red a tissue.
"Oh jeeze..." Dib thought, but before he could respond the sky
suddenly went from it's bright blue to a black. Distant thunder rumbled, and
the ground started to shake as the wind picked up. Tweedle Red dropped his
tissue and looked alarmed, as did Tweedle Purple.
"Oh no..." both said at the same time, Dib did his best to stand
upright, but soon ended up on his hiney due to the shaking ground.
"W-what is this!?" he asked, even though in the back of his mind he
had an idea what it was.
"THE JABBERWOCKY!!!" the two Tweedle Tallest screamed, they then
screamed like sissies and ran off, into the jungle leaving Dib to fate.
"Oh no, oh NO!" Dib's memory flashed back to what he had seen of the
Jabberwocky before, and what it had done to his jacket. Soon he was up and
running, this time running was getting him somewhere and he was very thankful
for that. The wind howled in his ears, and he then realised it wasn't wind. It
was the Jabberwocky's breath, because it had a foul stench to it. So Dib kept
running running running like a constipated wiener dog, when suddenly he found
himself sitting down somewhere.
Then there was a powerful crash of light and lightning...
"What the?!" he cried out, when realising he was not only sitting, but
he was in a dress. Victorian era dress, along with muff over his hands and a
square hat on his head. The only response he got was from a distant voice
getting closer,
"Tickets, gimmie your lousy tickets! Tickets!"
Oh what will Dib run into now he's in a dress?? Read on spoot heads!