Was anyone wondering about that girl-eating event in the previous chapter? Heh.....you should get out more. I had read in an interview with a IZ crew person that one of the most common things edited from the show is a violent Gir. Blood-covered, killin' Gir. One of the events was him eating a girl scout who had cookies. So...yeah. Um...that chapter really, really sucked. Mostly because I was braindead tired and surgar high. Moooooooo.....it's kinda late right now and I should be in bed but I don't feel like missing Tales From The Crypt. It only comes on late! Mooo! That is mah word, leave it alone. This chapter was, personally, rather fun to write.

Disclaimer: Hey, I'm to the disclaimer w/o making a long-o intro! Whoohoo! Hey, Episode 4 of Very Lost in Space is up! Wheeehoo! This should really belong in the so-called "intro", huh? I almost put a k in called! SQUEEE!! Um...this disclaimer has no disclaimness at all does it? let's just say that I own nothing but um.....stuff. I currently own Jhonen though. He's my pet monkey. NO!!! BAD JHONEN!! ON THE PAPER!!! The PAPER!!!*sigh* Oh well. I luv my pet Jhonen-monkey. *hugz him like Lenore does her kitties*

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The net swooped down, giving it's prey no time to react.((WHOOSH! For once, it doesn't start with dialogue! But suspense nonetheless!)) Not like the yellow-green "dog" would have actually made an attempt to flee. Dib raised the net up in victory, laughing like he just beat Zim. Which, in his mind, he just did. After all, he had the robot. Surely, after a good dissecting, he'd be able to decode some secrets about Zim's species, mission, and other stupid junk like that.

The to-be paranormal investigator rushed back to his home and ran up the stairs like bigfoot was in his room and Dib had a tranquilizer gun plus camera. Gir, who had instantly fallen asleep at the sound of his capturer's gaining boots, suddenly decided to wake up and shoot off into Sir mode opon being rolled out onto Dib's soft bed which had "mini-Masters" on it. He flew out of his costume with a light boost of foot-jets.

"YOU ARE--hey, stuff!--DEALING WITH FORCES BEYOND YOUR HU--cookie!"

The strange android's strange behavior of mood swings and color changing were responded to with Dib's dumfounded and slightly confused blinks. He even forgot to take notes using the pen and notepad in his hands that currently laid by his sides. All he had was: "Zim's robot: found in cheap dog outfit, eating annoying girl scout. And her cookies."

Gir had just finished Dib's cookie (which was really Gaz's) when he decided that his stomach was a little full. A little, or even far, too full.

"YAY, I'M GOING TO BE SICK!"

All over Dib's bed.....uck. The freaked out Dib took a mere two steps away, although still taking note. Gir had fallen asleep on his capturer's now-gooey pillow, looking what his fans would call cute.

While furiously writing down more data, something caught Dib's eye when he looked up to peak at Gir between sentences. Out of the sticky red and yellow plasma-ish stuff something was standing up. His hand slowly ceased writing as he watched it closely. It's head was down and sputtering while it tried to walk, only to slip and slide off the bed.(ya know, I could've tricked you all into thinking that another doll was him but I'm too lazy :P)

"Ow.....oh geeze, my head hurts..."

"Whoa.....who--wha--...what are you?" Dib went a timid two feet close and crouched. He startled the thing from the robot's stomach (sounds like a movie title...) which now appeared to be a doll. But a creepy one, seeing as it looked similar to one that Gaz had. Speak of the deviless, here she is now!

"Hey Dib, Dad called. Says he won't be home from work until tomorrow afternoon and has left you in charge. I'm expecting YOU to pay for the pizza." She was just about to leave when she 1: Realized that he wasn't listening, therefore he needed to be taught a lesson, and 2: She noticed that Dib was examining the toy she ordered by mail. As quick as a flash, if not quicker, Gaz stole Ragamuffin and slammed the door to her room shut. All before Dib could blink.

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"Kitty! Kitty! SOOO MANY-A KITTIES!!!!!" Shouted the dead girl as she chased several down the street. One tabby was cornered and held a poster in one hand. The poster said "Warning for all felines!" Then a picture of Lenore about to take a swing with her knife at the photographer. "Beware this human! It will kidnap you from your families! It is a homicidal crazy thing!"

The poster was dropped in fear from the trembling paw as the "crazy thing"'s shadow loomed over.

A block away you could hear the crack and the howling of a kitty. You could also hear squeeing as a nine year-old continued to run and squeal.

"All the kittys in this area are very sleepy." She sighed. "Well, I guess it's back to be bored and find Ragamuffin." Lenore stepped out of the alley, throwing back the "sleepy" kitten into a trash can. Across the street was a two-story house--and a cat was inside. She smiled that errie little smile, crossed the deserted street, and rang the doorbell.

The door opened to a kid about 11 to 12 years old. He wore a black trench coat and a blue shirt with a grayish face on it. His hair was spiked and kinda..umm...big. Like his head. He looked annoyed with life.

"Hi there! My name is Lenore. I'm a cute little dead girl. Can I play with your cat?" She smiled sweetly. Dib wasn't paying much attention so he invited the zombie inside. Lenore went to the window and at the very scent of Lenore's embalmed, maggot-infested body (sheesh, the maggots are going to get sick if she's embalmed), the cat hissed and ran upstairs. Dib slouched in the couch, his arms limply hanging there. But something clicked in his mind. Ever so slowly his eyes widened with realization and his hair down his spine stood on end as a shiver went down it. He turned around nervously to see Lenore who was sulking about the cat having run away.

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"Yes! I finally have you! My collection is complete!" Gaz screamed as she set Ragamuffin on a self.

'Um, I think you have me confused with som--"

"The AI is more advanced then I expected for only $145." She smirked as she poked Ragamuffin's head. He was against this and tried to bite her. Of course this twas a failure.

"Heh heh, maybe you're trainable. I could train you to steal Dib's pizza...heh." She said, opening an eye and smirking evilly at the thought of a pizza-lacking Dib.

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Gaz had left the room and the second she closed the door Ragamuffin leaped to the floor, jumped up to the door knob, and tried to twist it. Must be hard for a short toy thing with no fingers, yes? With an annoyed sigh he dropped down and looked to his sides for a window or another door.

"There's gotta be another way out of this terror house!"

But out of the shadows, from the self he was put, came a voice.

"And where are you going?"

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Ooooh, suspenseness! Ooooh, yet another inventive word! I'm already working on the next chapter which shall be full of goodies! Wheee!