Chapter four: Overheard Transmission
Teresa pushed open the window and climbed out onto the roof. The crisp night air ruffled her short hair. She took a deep breath and stared into the night sky. She always felt so relaxed sitting on the roof.
"What are you doing out here?" Dib's voice caught her off guard and almost made her drop her recorder.
"I star gaze every night." She replied.
"I do it every night too." Dib replied staring out into the depths of space. "This is how I found out Zim was coming. Six months later he showed up."
"Hmm…" Teresa acknowledged him. "Did the other babysitters know that you did this every night?"
"Nope. They usually fall asleep in front of the TV."
"Well then they didn't seem to be doing their jobs."
"I here something." Dib said adjusting the satellite-dish like thing attached to a big recording box. Dib unplugged the headphones and plugged in a mini speaker so Teresa could here too.
"I want my snack!" The crackly voice came from the speaker.
"You already have your curly fries." Another voice said.
"But I want nachos too."
"Incoming transmission from Zim, Sirs." Another voice groaned.
"What is it now?" The second voice groaned.
"Sirs," Zim's voice came from the speaker loud and clear. "I have found a new fear of humans. Many of them fear this little thing called bills. I shall have a full report on it tomorrow."
"Sure, Zim." The first voice replied from what seemed to be a mouth full of food.
"Man, can you believe him. I'm Zim and I actually think I can rule Earth." The second voice said laughing.
There was a faint sound then all they heard was crackling.
"Dang, the signal is breaking up." Dib said.
"Don't you understand, Dib?" Teresa said. "They don't really want Zim to talk to them."
"That could only be his Tallest talking." Dib replied.
"But it seems to me that Zim is a joke to them…"
1.1 "No…"
"Dib," Teresa interrupted. "It's time for this little Paranormal Investigator to head off to bed."
"Do I have to?"
"You can torment Zim in the morning, at skool."
Teresa pushed open the window and climbed out onto the roof. The crisp night air ruffled her short hair. She took a deep breath and stared into the night sky. She always felt so relaxed sitting on the roof.
"What are you doing out here?" Dib's voice caught her off guard and almost made her drop her recorder.
"I star gaze every night." She replied.
"I do it every night too." Dib replied staring out into the depths of space. "This is how I found out Zim was coming. Six months later he showed up."
"Hmm…" Teresa acknowledged him. "Did the other babysitters know that you did this every night?"
"Nope. They usually fall asleep in front of the TV."
"Well then they didn't seem to be doing their jobs."
"I here something." Dib said adjusting the satellite-dish like thing attached to a big recording box. Dib unplugged the headphones and plugged in a mini speaker so Teresa could here too.
"I want my snack!" The crackly voice came from the speaker.
"You already have your curly fries." Another voice said.
"But I want nachos too."
"Incoming transmission from Zim, Sirs." Another voice groaned.
"What is it now?" The second voice groaned.
"Sirs," Zim's voice came from the speaker loud and clear. "I have found a new fear of humans. Many of them fear this little thing called bills. I shall have a full report on it tomorrow."
"Sure, Zim." The first voice replied from what seemed to be a mouth full of food.
"Man, can you believe him. I'm Zim and I actually think I can rule Earth." The second voice said laughing.
There was a faint sound then all they heard was crackling.
"Dang, the signal is breaking up." Dib said.
"Don't you understand, Dib?" Teresa said. "They don't really want Zim to talk to them."
"That could only be his Tallest talking." Dib replied.
"But it seems to me that Zim is a joke to them…"
1.1 "No…"
"Dib," Teresa interrupted. "It's time for this little Paranormal Investigator to head off to bed."
"Do I have to?"
"You can torment Zim in the morning, at skool."