"The Packing Peanuts of DOOM!"
(By your friend, Orlha-chan Starbuddy!)
A/N: Hiya, everyone! Sorry if you didn't like this, and it's really bad, and you can't see where it's going. I started it at like, one in the morning… so just reivew, okies? Okey.
Disclaimer thingy: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM! HAH! JOHEN VASQUEZ DOES! SUE ME AND YOU'LL COME OUT EMPTY HANDED! I don't own AOL or EZ-cheese, either!
~Still day 1: May 1st, whatever year Zim is currently in~
==--3:40 PM--==
GIR was walking around the living room with a tray of snacks, trying to get back to his comfy seat on the couch. The things that were stopping him were the huge towers of boxes spread throughout the house. Zim was doing his best to shove them in through the front door.
"GIR, come and help me with this!" he had shouted, many times before. GIR always said that he was busy, watching TV. GIR then heard a high, chattery voice talking to Zim that wasn't his own. He turned around to see another elementary skool girl with a wagon filled with cookies talking to him.
"Hi, I'm from the nearby Skewl. I'm selling randomly flavored cookies to raise money! Would you like some?" she asked. Zim compared her to an earthly creature called a bunny, with her strange pigtailed hair, and all.
"COOOOOOKIIIEEEESSSS!" GIR shouted. He hopped out of the couch and ran up to the girl, with his own handful of earthly money.
"Awww, look at the cute little green doggy who wants his own randomly flavored cookies!" the girl squealed. She took his three dollars and gave him five boxes of cookies in return. Zim suddenly got an idea.
"You wouldn't happen to have any… PACKING peanuts, would you?" he asked. "I might put you on my 'humans to spare list'…" he continued, knowing the girl wouldn't have a clue as to what he was talking about.
"Packing peanuts? No, I don't have any with me, but I know where you can get some!" she said. "If you go to the post office, they'll give you all the packing peanuts that you need!"
Just to appear normal, Zim gave the girl a few dollars. She gave him a couple boxes of cookies in return, replied with a "thank you!", and left. GIR plopped down on the couch and started eating his randomly flavored cookies.
"OoooOoOoOooo! This one tastes like the bottom of my shoes!" he said.
"GIR… you don't HAVE any shoes," Zim said, sitting down with him, a box of cookies in his hand, also. He had gotten all of the boxes into is house, finally.
"Ooooohhhh yeeeeeaaaaaahh…" he mumbled. Zim crunched down on a pencil-shaving flavored cookie, not seeming to mind.
"Would you like to come to the post office with me, GIR?" Zim asked, an evil grin appearing on his face. "I'm going to get me… some PACKING PEANUTS OF DOOM!"
"Oooh! Doom is good!" GIR replied.
"Yes, GIR… doom IS good, especially when you're causing it!"
==--5:30 PM--==
Getting sick from a dish-soap-and-moldy-meatloaf-cassarole flavored cookie, Zim decided to begin walking to the post office with GIR. It was simple: he just had to appear like a normal little boy, needing a lot of packing peanuts to mail is grandmother something. He glanced down at GIR, who was still eating cookies. Zim took a risk and snatched one from his box. To his surprise, he had gotten the pleasant flavor of a cherry pixie stick. As he was walking down the street with GIR and his cookie, he ran into the ever-so-obvious Dib.
"What are you doing, THIS time, ZIM!?" Dib asked, Gaz by his side, playing her Gameslave.
"What are YOU doing, DIB?!" Zim shouted, pointing at the large-headed boy.
"I'm merely taking a much-needed walk with my sun-deprived sister, ZIM! Now you answer MY question!" Dib shouted.
"I'm just walking to the POST OFFICE with my little doggy that needs a WALK, so I can get me some PACKING PEANUTS!" Zim answered. Dib gave him an awkward look.
"Packing peanuts?" he asked. Gaz sighed.
"Come on, Dib, I thought you were gonna get me ice cream!" she snapped, looking up at Dib from her Gameslave.
"Okay, Gaz, let's go. But you're up to something, Zim, and I WILL FIGURE IT OUT!" Dib shouted, walking away with Gaz. Zim silently cackled as he picked up another cookie.
"You're right, Dib… I am up to something! But by the time you figure it out, it'll be too late!"
He munched on the cookie to find out it was flavored like AOL v. 7.0 sprayed with EZ-cheese. "Odd…" he thought. He looked ahead and realized that he was finally at the post office. He walked up through the doors with GIR closely following behind. He noticed an open spot at a clean counter with a friendly guy beckoning him to "Come on down!".
"Hi, there, little guy! What can I do for you?" he asked. Zim walked up, and tried to fit the personality of a little, hopeless, human boy.
"Um… I'm just wondering if I could get a bunch of packing peanuts… I need them so I can send my poor grandmother something, and I'm afraid that it'll break if I don't get any packing peanuts…" he replied. "Very good job!" Zim thought to himself.
"Would you like some bubble-wrap, instead?" the old-man asked.
"NOO!" Zim croaked. "PACKING PEANUTS!"
"Oooo-kay!" the old man said. He swung a large plastic bag filled with white, Styrofoamy packing peanuts over the counter. "I think this ought to be enough, don't you think?" he asked.
"No, MORE!" Zim commanded. The man swung yet another bag over the counter. "MORE!" Zim hollered. The old man continued his actions. "MOOOOORREE!"
==--6:47 PM--==
Zim came home in the front passenger seat, next to a friendly African- American driver, driving a flatbed, with massive numbers of packing-peanut- filled plastic bags piled up on it. When the driver came to his house, Zim jumped out with GIR and waved goodbye as the bags were dumped on his lawn, like any normal boy would. Zim began throwing the bags into his "home" with GIR, which was a very time consuming process.
==--8:00 PM--==
Every single packing-peanut-containing container was lined up in Zim's lab. He glared at them with glee, seeing his first plan coming into order. First, he would…
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Aiiieee! Sorry for ending it RIGHT THERE… but I had to eat breakfast, and I really wanted to post the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed this and are really wanting chapter 3! FLAMES ARE WELCOME! I WILL EAT THEM AND GET HEARTBURN, BUT THAT'S OKAY!
(By your friend, Orlha-chan Starbuddy!)
A/N: Hiya, everyone! Sorry if you didn't like this, and it's really bad, and you can't see where it's going. I started it at like, one in the morning… so just reivew, okies? Okey.
Disclaimer thingy: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM! HAH! JOHEN VASQUEZ DOES! SUE ME AND YOU'LL COME OUT EMPTY HANDED! I don't own AOL or EZ-cheese, either!
~Still day 1: May 1st, whatever year Zim is currently in~
==--3:40 PM--==
GIR was walking around the living room with a tray of snacks, trying to get back to his comfy seat on the couch. The things that were stopping him were the huge towers of boxes spread throughout the house. Zim was doing his best to shove them in through the front door.
"GIR, come and help me with this!" he had shouted, many times before. GIR always said that he was busy, watching TV. GIR then heard a high, chattery voice talking to Zim that wasn't his own. He turned around to see another elementary skool girl with a wagon filled with cookies talking to him.
"Hi, I'm from the nearby Skewl. I'm selling randomly flavored cookies to raise money! Would you like some?" she asked. Zim compared her to an earthly creature called a bunny, with her strange pigtailed hair, and all.
"COOOOOOKIIIEEEESSSS!" GIR shouted. He hopped out of the couch and ran up to the girl, with his own handful of earthly money.
"Awww, look at the cute little green doggy who wants his own randomly flavored cookies!" the girl squealed. She took his three dollars and gave him five boxes of cookies in return. Zim suddenly got an idea.
"You wouldn't happen to have any… PACKING peanuts, would you?" he asked. "I might put you on my 'humans to spare list'…" he continued, knowing the girl wouldn't have a clue as to what he was talking about.
"Packing peanuts? No, I don't have any with me, but I know where you can get some!" she said. "If you go to the post office, they'll give you all the packing peanuts that you need!"
Just to appear normal, Zim gave the girl a few dollars. She gave him a couple boxes of cookies in return, replied with a "thank you!", and left. GIR plopped down on the couch and started eating his randomly flavored cookies.
"OoooOoOoOooo! This one tastes like the bottom of my shoes!" he said.
"GIR… you don't HAVE any shoes," Zim said, sitting down with him, a box of cookies in his hand, also. He had gotten all of the boxes into is house, finally.
"Ooooohhhh yeeeeeaaaaaahh…" he mumbled. Zim crunched down on a pencil-shaving flavored cookie, not seeming to mind.
"Would you like to come to the post office with me, GIR?" Zim asked, an evil grin appearing on his face. "I'm going to get me… some PACKING PEANUTS OF DOOM!"
"Oooh! Doom is good!" GIR replied.
"Yes, GIR… doom IS good, especially when you're causing it!"
==--5:30 PM--==
Getting sick from a dish-soap-and-moldy-meatloaf-cassarole flavored cookie, Zim decided to begin walking to the post office with GIR. It was simple: he just had to appear like a normal little boy, needing a lot of packing peanuts to mail is grandmother something. He glanced down at GIR, who was still eating cookies. Zim took a risk and snatched one from his box. To his surprise, he had gotten the pleasant flavor of a cherry pixie stick. As he was walking down the street with GIR and his cookie, he ran into the ever-so-obvious Dib.
"What are you doing, THIS time, ZIM!?" Dib asked, Gaz by his side, playing her Gameslave.
"What are YOU doing, DIB?!" Zim shouted, pointing at the large-headed boy.
"I'm merely taking a much-needed walk with my sun-deprived sister, ZIM! Now you answer MY question!" Dib shouted.
"I'm just walking to the POST OFFICE with my little doggy that needs a WALK, so I can get me some PACKING PEANUTS!" Zim answered. Dib gave him an awkward look.
"Packing peanuts?" he asked. Gaz sighed.
"Come on, Dib, I thought you were gonna get me ice cream!" she snapped, looking up at Dib from her Gameslave.
"Okay, Gaz, let's go. But you're up to something, Zim, and I WILL FIGURE IT OUT!" Dib shouted, walking away with Gaz. Zim silently cackled as he picked up another cookie.
"You're right, Dib… I am up to something! But by the time you figure it out, it'll be too late!"
He munched on the cookie to find out it was flavored like AOL v. 7.0 sprayed with EZ-cheese. "Odd…" he thought. He looked ahead and realized that he was finally at the post office. He walked up through the doors with GIR closely following behind. He noticed an open spot at a clean counter with a friendly guy beckoning him to "Come on down!".
"Hi, there, little guy! What can I do for you?" he asked. Zim walked up, and tried to fit the personality of a little, hopeless, human boy.
"Um… I'm just wondering if I could get a bunch of packing peanuts… I need them so I can send my poor grandmother something, and I'm afraid that it'll break if I don't get any packing peanuts…" he replied. "Very good job!" Zim thought to himself.
"Would you like some bubble-wrap, instead?" the old-man asked.
"NOO!" Zim croaked. "PACKING PEANUTS!"
"Oooo-kay!" the old man said. He swung a large plastic bag filled with white, Styrofoamy packing peanuts over the counter. "I think this ought to be enough, don't you think?" he asked.
"No, MORE!" Zim commanded. The man swung yet another bag over the counter. "MORE!" Zim hollered. The old man continued his actions. "MOOOOORREE!"
==--6:47 PM--==
Zim came home in the front passenger seat, next to a friendly African- American driver, driving a flatbed, with massive numbers of packing-peanut- filled plastic bags piled up on it. When the driver came to his house, Zim jumped out with GIR and waved goodbye as the bags were dumped on his lawn, like any normal boy would. Zim began throwing the bags into his "home" with GIR, which was a very time consuming process.
==--8:00 PM--==
Every single packing-peanut-containing container was lined up in Zim's lab. He glared at them with glee, seeing his first plan coming into order. First, he would…
______
Aiiieee! Sorry for ending it RIGHT THERE… but I had to eat breakfast, and I really wanted to post the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed this and are really wanting chapter 3! FLAMES ARE WELCOME! I WILL EAT THEM AND GET HEARTBURN, BUT THAT'S OKAY!