Due to such positive response, I have decided that this fic must go on no matter what the cost! Now, I present to you the next chapter in the adventures of Invader Zim and HNB.
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Suits You, Sir
By The Angry Scots
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The many television screens blazed with dozens of images, all colorful and loud. On the couch in front of this display, dwarfed by the massive screens, sat two figures, watching the images intently.
Without looking at Gir, Happy Noodle Boy spoke. "Tell me, muffin boy from Russia, do you have any moose cheese?"
Gir tore his gaze away from the TV's to look up at the figure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "I think I want a taco."
HNB leapt up to stand triumphantly on the couch. "Exactly! Tell the cabbage what he's won, Bob!"
Zim watched from far across the room, clenching and unclenching his hands. His right eye was twitching. "Too much incompetence..." he hissed.
Trying to maintain a dignified air, the small green alien approached the couch. He stopped, peering up at Happy Noodle Boy.
"You! Happy person of noodle-like qualities! I must speak with you."
The deranged stickman turned from watching Gir's "favorite show", narrowed his eyes, and leaned down so that he was face to face with Zim. "I cannot speak, vegetable man..." the stick figure said softly, "... because I am MAD LIKE THE COW!"
Screaming, HNB immediately latched on to Zim's head and began clawing him in the face, hissing madly. The Invader shrieked, and began running around in circles, waving his arms in the air. "GIR!" He yelled. "GET THIS CREATURE OFF ME! I COMMAND YOU! GETITOFF GETITOFF GETITOFF!"
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Zim grimaced at the computer monitor, tapping the fingers of one hand on his swelled, mangled face. He needed to get rid of this... Noodle Boy soon, before he snapped and lost all dignity and purpose. "An Invader needs purpose..." he whispered to himself. "Much purpose..."
"Ah! AN IDEA OF DOOM COMES TO ME NOW!" He yelled, perhaps a bit too loud. Gir and HNB turned to stare at him briefly from their positions on the couch. Zim cleared his throat, and they turned their attention back to the televisions. "Now my evil plans are set..." he cackled, before rushing to the toilet elevator.
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Shortly, the small green invader returned, holding some small object concealed in his hand. "Yes, I can play your game, bizarre noodle creature..." he muttered, his plan ready to be executed.
"NOODLE THING!" He yelled across the metal cavern, raising his opened hand as the stickman turned to look at him. "I have MOOSE CHEESE!"
Happy Noodle Boy's eyes widened, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Suddenly, he leapt off the back of the couch and charged towards Zim, screaming "Conquest!"
Just as the stickman was almost upon him, Zim tossed the piece of cheese into the open hatch, cackling evilly. He almost cursed when HNB stopped before the hatch, where the stick man stared at it, and then turned his gaze to Zim. "Ha!" He said. "You think you can fool me with your flower cave of monkey dogs? You corn husk!"
"Ah! This stick thing is more intelligent than I believed..." Zim thought quickly. "But my plan shall not fail!" Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and shoved HNB viciously into the hatch, shutting the door with a loud bang.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed madly, raising his fists to the heavens in triumph. "Now DOOMY DOOM ENSUES!" Gir simply watched from the couch, blinking slowly.
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When Noodle Boy stood up, he found himself in the middle of a small lawn next to a tree. He stared for a moment at the four strange lawn gnomes standing at attention, but he dismissed them quickly. They were not as strange as he.
He had basically forgotten about what had just happened between him and the Invader, because his gaze was focused on the dozens of tall buildings standing in front of him. A wicked grin appeared on his face. Maybe he could find some moose cheese.
Happy Noodle Boy had been unleashed.
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I hope you enjoyed this. Now review, the plastic moose wills you to do so!
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Suits You, Sir
By The Angry Scots
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The many television screens blazed with dozens of images, all colorful and loud. On the couch in front of this display, dwarfed by the massive screens, sat two figures, watching the images intently.
Without looking at Gir, Happy Noodle Boy spoke. "Tell me, muffin boy from Russia, do you have any moose cheese?"
Gir tore his gaze away from the TV's to look up at the figure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "I think I want a taco."
HNB leapt up to stand triumphantly on the couch. "Exactly! Tell the cabbage what he's won, Bob!"
Zim watched from far across the room, clenching and unclenching his hands. His right eye was twitching. "Too much incompetence..." he hissed.
Trying to maintain a dignified air, the small green alien approached the couch. He stopped, peering up at Happy Noodle Boy.
"You! Happy person of noodle-like qualities! I must speak with you."
The deranged stickman turned from watching Gir's "favorite show", narrowed his eyes, and leaned down so that he was face to face with Zim. "I cannot speak, vegetable man..." the stick figure said softly, "... because I am MAD LIKE THE COW!"
Screaming, HNB immediately latched on to Zim's head and began clawing him in the face, hissing madly. The Invader shrieked, and began running around in circles, waving his arms in the air. "GIR!" He yelled. "GET THIS CREATURE OFF ME! I COMMAND YOU! GETITOFF GETITOFF GETITOFF!"
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Zim grimaced at the computer monitor, tapping the fingers of one hand on his swelled, mangled face. He needed to get rid of this... Noodle Boy soon, before he snapped and lost all dignity and purpose. "An Invader needs purpose..." he whispered to himself. "Much purpose..."
"Ah! AN IDEA OF DOOM COMES TO ME NOW!" He yelled, perhaps a bit too loud. Gir and HNB turned to stare at him briefly from their positions on the couch. Zim cleared his throat, and they turned their attention back to the televisions. "Now my evil plans are set..." he cackled, before rushing to the toilet elevator.
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Shortly, the small green invader returned, holding some small object concealed in his hand. "Yes, I can play your game, bizarre noodle creature..." he muttered, his plan ready to be executed.
"NOODLE THING!" He yelled across the metal cavern, raising his opened hand as the stickman turned to look at him. "I have MOOSE CHEESE!"
Happy Noodle Boy's eyes widened, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Suddenly, he leapt off the back of the couch and charged towards Zim, screaming "Conquest!"
Just as the stickman was almost upon him, Zim tossed the piece of cheese into the open hatch, cackling evilly. He almost cursed when HNB stopped before the hatch, where the stick man stared at it, and then turned his gaze to Zim. "Ha!" He said. "You think you can fool me with your flower cave of monkey dogs? You corn husk!"
"Ah! This stick thing is more intelligent than I believed..." Zim thought quickly. "But my plan shall not fail!" Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and shoved HNB viciously into the hatch, shutting the door with a loud bang.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed madly, raising his fists to the heavens in triumph. "Now DOOMY DOOM ENSUES!" Gir simply watched from the couch, blinking slowly.
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When Noodle Boy stood up, he found himself in the middle of a small lawn next to a tree. He stared for a moment at the four strange lawn gnomes standing at attention, but he dismissed them quickly. They were not as strange as he.
He had basically forgotten about what had just happened between him and the Invader, because his gaze was focused on the dozens of tall buildings standing in front of him. A wicked grin appeared on his face. Maybe he could find some moose cheese.
Happy Noodle Boy had been unleashed.
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I hope you enjoyed this. Now review, the plastic moose wills you to do so!