-Note-
I've already stated the disclaimer and stuff in the previous chapters, so you should be aware now that none of the Zim characters belong to me, though I wish they did. Thank you for all the reviews. You people are the people who drive me to continue writin', dudes! WHOOO!
-Story time, story time!-
Zim quickly threw on his disguise, stuffed GIR into his dog suit, and leashed him up. "Come on, GIR!" he cried, noting that it was 12:50 p.m. "We have to arrive at Stewpud Square on time!"
"O-o-o-kay, Master!" the robot giggled, sticking his tongue out of his mouth. Zim hurriedly flung open the door and dragged GIR outside.
Once outside, Zim consulted a map in his gloved hand. "Let's see… Stewpud Square, Stewpud Square… There!" He balled his fist, smacking it against the map. "That's where it is. Come on, GIR!"
Zim quickly ran all the way to Stewpud Square, GIR bouncing and dragging along behind him. When they had reached their destination, the two set their eyes on a growing crowd of people. Zim grinned maniacally and rudely shoved through the crowd, reaching a grassy, fairly high hill, which he ascended and took his perch upon, GIR seated beside his feet.
"People of Earth!" Zim yelled, raising his gloved hands into the air. "It is I, your greatest, most AMAZING new leader! Your president has resigned from his filthy throne, and has left me to rule the whole PLANET! Bow to ZIM!"
A few gullible people fell to their knees and bowed, but the majority of the crowd glared at him. "Bow to you?" asked an incredulous man. "Why would we bow to you?"
"I am your new leader!" Zim yelled, attempting to maintain a cool attitude. Yet already he could feel his temper getting the best of him.
"You're stupid," a woman carrying a slumbering baby remarked. "You're supposed to lead us in a convincing speech about the rights and laws of the people."
Zim snickered. "Alright then. Law #1 ( Always bow in Zim's presence."
A great many people groaned in disagreement, but this time, everyone fell to their knees ( except for one person.
"You!" Zim yelled. "I clearly stated law #1, and you are to obey it! Obey it, you hear me?!"
"Heh!" came the reply of a haughty voice. "I'd never bow to you, Zim!" Zim gasped in surprise as he realized that the person who had broken the law was Dib.
"The Dib," Zim sneered.
"Will you stop calling me that?!" Dib yelled, frustrated. "Can't you understand that my name is DIB, not THE Dib?"
"Of course I can," Zim snorted. "I just enjoy annoying your bloated head."
OW! I was just whacked over the head by an angry Dib fan. How I must suffer in order to entertain.
"My head isn't bloated, stupid," Dib snarled. "And if it is, it's only because my brain is bigger than yours!"
Now, the bowing crowd of people was simply confused as Dib and Zim continued to argue about the size of their heads and brains. They hadn't a clue of what was occurring.
"Why is that big-headed kid not listening to him?" a pudgy man asked.
OW!! That punch will leave a nice bruise in the morning.
"I don't know," an old woman replied. "But look ( they're hitting each other."
~Ahem~ To be continued.
I've already stated the disclaimer and stuff in the previous chapters, so you should be aware now that none of the Zim characters belong to me, though I wish they did. Thank you for all the reviews. You people are the people who drive me to continue writin', dudes! WHOOO!
-Story time, story time!-
Zim quickly threw on his disguise, stuffed GIR into his dog suit, and leashed him up. "Come on, GIR!" he cried, noting that it was 12:50 p.m. "We have to arrive at Stewpud Square on time!"
"O-o-o-kay, Master!" the robot giggled, sticking his tongue out of his mouth. Zim hurriedly flung open the door and dragged GIR outside.
Once outside, Zim consulted a map in his gloved hand. "Let's see… Stewpud Square, Stewpud Square… There!" He balled his fist, smacking it against the map. "That's where it is. Come on, GIR!"
Zim quickly ran all the way to Stewpud Square, GIR bouncing and dragging along behind him. When they had reached their destination, the two set their eyes on a growing crowd of people. Zim grinned maniacally and rudely shoved through the crowd, reaching a grassy, fairly high hill, which he ascended and took his perch upon, GIR seated beside his feet.
"People of Earth!" Zim yelled, raising his gloved hands into the air. "It is I, your greatest, most AMAZING new leader! Your president has resigned from his filthy throne, and has left me to rule the whole PLANET! Bow to ZIM!"
A few gullible people fell to their knees and bowed, but the majority of the crowd glared at him. "Bow to you?" asked an incredulous man. "Why would we bow to you?"
"I am your new leader!" Zim yelled, attempting to maintain a cool attitude. Yet already he could feel his temper getting the best of him.
"You're stupid," a woman carrying a slumbering baby remarked. "You're supposed to lead us in a convincing speech about the rights and laws of the people."
Zim snickered. "Alright then. Law #1 ( Always bow in Zim's presence."
A great many people groaned in disagreement, but this time, everyone fell to their knees ( except for one person.
"You!" Zim yelled. "I clearly stated law #1, and you are to obey it! Obey it, you hear me?!"
"Heh!" came the reply of a haughty voice. "I'd never bow to you, Zim!" Zim gasped in surprise as he realized that the person who had broken the law was Dib.
"The Dib," Zim sneered.
"Will you stop calling me that?!" Dib yelled, frustrated. "Can't you understand that my name is DIB, not THE Dib?"
"Of course I can," Zim snorted. "I just enjoy annoying your bloated head."
OW! I was just whacked over the head by an angry Dib fan. How I must suffer in order to entertain.
"My head isn't bloated, stupid," Dib snarled. "And if it is, it's only because my brain is bigger than yours!"
Now, the bowing crowd of people was simply confused as Dib and Zim continued to argue about the size of their heads and brains. They hadn't a clue of what was occurring.
"Why is that big-headed kid not listening to him?" a pudgy man asked.
OW!! That punch will leave a nice bruise in the morning.
"I don't know," an old woman replied. "But look ( they're hitting each other."
~Ahem~ To be continued.
