[So far, I think that the party is of to a pretty good start. This next chapter will introduce the Gir-helpers, but before I get into that, I have a few things to announce:
#1. I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING PEOPLE FOR THIS FIC. You have had over 7 weeks to sign up; I think that's long enough. And please, DO NOT e-mail me asking to be in this. You had your chance, and if you missed out, then think of it as a lesson to not procrastinate in the future.
#2. I have removed my "Nick Will Die" fic. (the Nick DOOMing SI.) It's been sitting around for 5 months and I still haven't done anything with it, and I probably never will. I'm sorry for those who wanted to be in it; it'll have to wait until another time, perhaps over the summer.
#3. The house described in the fic is not mine. My place would be too small to fit almost 60 people. o.0
#4. I realize that it's been over a month since I've updated this fic, but I have a VERY good reason behind my absence. Uhm... *points to random guy on the street* IT WAS HIS FAULT!
RG: I'm a woman!
Me: IT'S STILL YOUR FAULT!
[Oh, and one more thing. I have already set certain people to appear at certain times, so please no more "Put me in the next one PLEEZE!!" in your reviews. They will not get you in faster. And if you keep saying it, I'll make it so you come in later then you're supposed to. Or perhaps, I'll omit you all together. Such is my evilness. So ha.]
Happy Birthday, Zim!
Chapter 3 - Kitchen Chaos
A female human about 15 dressed in a black shirt, a black trenchcoat, black jeans, and boots like Nny's casually sauntered up to CC. The shirt and the jeans were slightly big on her. She had shoulder legnth brown hair with brown eyes. "Hi," she grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes, "I'm Rab." She held out her hand.
CC grinned widely. "Alright, another guild member!" She shook Rab's hand wildly. "I'm CryingChild."
Rab opened her eyes wide. "CC!? No way... well, hiya! Where can I find Gir?"
"That's MY line..." called a voice from inside. Ztar came to the door. "Will you people quit stealing my 'hiya' bit?!"
"Ztar, this is Rab." Cryingchild introduced, ignoring Ztar's senseless rants.
"It took me FOREVER to find a catch phrase that--- Rab?"
Rab nodded.
Ztar shut her yap and smiled. "Well, hiya! Glad you could come."
CC pounced on Rab. "Can I take your coat?"
Rab gave CC a venomous look. "What are you, nuts?!"
"Yep."
"Oh... right... well, you still can't take my coat." She unpried CC from her arm and turned to Ztar. "Where can I find Gir?"
"Uh, Gir should be..." Ztar turned to her right and pointed. "FOllow that banister and you'll come to the kitchen door. Gir will be happy. He's been waiting for a friend to arrive."
Zrab nodded in understanding and walked around the house towards the back, leaving CC staring longingly at her trench.
"I still wanted to take her coat...."
[A/N: Rab, I never got to tell you before, but thanks for sticking up for me in Mib's party fic.]
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Gir sauntered around the kitchen, waiting for someone to arrive. "Oh, I can't cook like this!" He tore off his chef's hat and started running on the ceiling. "That's better."
He jumped to the floor and paced some more. "Hmm... I wish I had a cat..."
At that moment, Kat23a appeared in a puff of smoke that looked like Dib. She was Wearing all black, with the Celtic cross necklace, and her hair was dyed blue and spiked in Devi-style ponytails. Gir hopped into her arms. "Hey, you're not a cat."
Kat shook her head. "No, I'm not a cat, I'm a Kat."
Gir shrugged. "Works for me. OOOOO!! Purdy hair...."
"Thanks."
"How do you get it to stay up like that?"
Kat grinned widely. "I use any excuse possible to dye my hair blue and experiment with hair gel..."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind." She set Gir back on the floor. "Where can I find Dib?"
Gir put on one of his big smiles. "The big-headed boy is in DA' dinin' rOOOOOm!!!" He pointed out across the hall.
"Uhm, okay. Thanks." Kat walked out, then popped her head back in and said, "His head isn't big!"
Gir giggled. "Why is is head so big? Oh, WHY!?" Giggling some more, he ran circles around the kitchen before hearing Rab outside. "OOOO... a people." He perched on the shelf next to the door and waited...
Rab opened the door. "'Ello?"
...and waited...
She walked inside and called again. "Hello? Gir!"
Rab heard a wooshing sound behind her. She whirled around as fast as she could...
...but alas, it was too late....
...for Gir was already stuck to her face. "Hewooollll..." came his garbled voice.
Rab pulled him off. "Hi."
"Are there more people coming???"
"Yes, I'm sur---"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!"
And at that moment, to prove Rab correct, a human girl with brown hair and brown eyes wearing a red t-shirt, dark blue jeans and silver sneakers appeared. "SUGAHHH!!!", as her self-made name tag said, walked up to Rab and Gir and proudly announced her arrival with a resounding, "Moo."
"HI COW!" Gir shouted and clung to Sugarbaby's head. "I like da' dancin' weenies...."
"Don't we all?" Sugarbaby set the weenie fan onto the floor and looked up at Rab. "Hiya!"
A loud groan emitted from the living room. "Stop stealing my line!!!"
Sugarbaby ignored her stoopy-poopy sister and introduced herself to Rab. "You ish on the guild, right?
"Yep."
"Neatness."
"Yep."
"You like the word 'yep', don't you?"
"Yep."
"I thought so." Sugarbaby grabbed the nearest apron and put it on. "Why don't we get started while waiting for the other kitchen helpers to get here?"
"Yep."
"Ahem!"
"Sowwy. Okay!!" Rab grinned and grabbed an apron and a chef's hat. "Shall we start with the chicken?"
"NOOOO! I luvded you, chicken; I luvded yoo-hoo-hoo!!"
"GIR!"
"Oh, sowwy." He picked a cleaver and grinned.
"Maybe I'd better take that, Gir." said a new voice. Rab, Gir, and Sugarbaby looked up.
Standing in the doorway was a tall girl of 5'6.5" (o.O) with long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get messy. She wore black jeans and black and navy striped long sleeved shirt with one-a those neato magic changing logo thingies. "Hi guys," she said to Sugarbaby and Rab. "I'm---"
"MIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYY!!!!" Gir squealed and dove into the girl's arms, nearly knocking her over.
"Actually, it's KidKourage, or KidK for short. Gir-kun here like to call me Missy." She giggled as Gir nuzzled his face into her neck.
Rab grinned. "Sounds good. What can you make?"
KidK Set Gir down (taking the cleaver AWAY from him first) and e ran over a list of her "delacisies". "I am good at making party food--nachos, potato skins, curly fries, mozzarella sticks...anything that isn't *really* food, but that we put into our bodies. My special dessert recipes have often been known to make even the most serious relatives go insane (like those dark chocolate-dipped marshmallows with jimmies)." She giggled madly.
Sugarbaby cheered. "If she can make curly fries, she stays!"
"Missy can make stuff!" Gis cheered. "I'm makin' the cake!" And ran to start the batter.
"Oh Gir," Kidk suddenly remembered, "GO check outside. I brought a present."
Gir stopped working and disappeared out the door. Seconds later he screeched, "YOU BROUGHT THE BRAINFREEEEEEY MACHIIIIIIINEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
At that moment, a girl with brown poofy shoulder length hair, and was 5`1 in height, with light blue eyes wearing a black t-shirt with the word 'DOOM!' on it in red,flare-y,baggy,jeans,combat boots dropped in through the ceiling and landed on the floor next to the cake mix. "OW! My butt!! OOO! Cake...."
Gir clicked over to the newcomer. "Hi. Who ish you?"
The girl smiled. "I be MOO!"
Sugarbaby gathered up Moo in a hug. "I like you..."
"MOOOOOOOOO!!!"
From the living room, FM groaned. "No... more.... MOOING!!!!"
Moo blinked. "What's with him?"
"Ignore him." Sugarbaby helped Moo up. "We have stuff to work on!"
"Say..." said a quiet voice, "Can I help?"
In the doorway stood a girl of 5' 4" with short blonde hair (about chin-length), blue eyes, and wore a pair of dark blue streachy lei jeans with red thread things, dark red baby tank shirt, a long, black dib-like trench, and black boots with 4" heels. She accesorized with 8 beauty-bead necklaces, one with an anhk and another with chinese symbol for sugar; 65 bangle bracelets on right arm; 4 other braclets on left, a watch worn with face on underside of her arm also on the left, a ring on each finger.and an arm band on her upper-left arm, all of the jewelry in silver, and glasses.
(A/N: Congrats, Shadie. So far you have the longest decsription. o.O)
Rab grinned. "Sure you can help. I'm Rab, this is Sugarbaby, KidK, Moo, and you know Gir. Who might you be?"
The girl smiled shyly. "I'm Shadie. Nice to meet you all. And don't be fooled by me now. I can get REALLY hyper if I wanted to."
Sugarbaby grabbed her arm and led her over to the table. "Good, cuz we like hyper."
KidK grabbed a list. "So far we have on the menu: nachos, potato skins, curly fries, mozzarella sticks, cake, and brainfreezies. Are we missing anything?
"A DIB-SHAPED CANDLE!!" Shadie cried!
"Well, the problem with that, Shadie..." Rab explained, "is that we can't bake a candle. And even if we could, Zim wouldn't blow it out, he'd massacre it. Dib candle is out, sorry."
"You can't go wrong with cookies..." Moo commented.
KidK clapped. "Great idea! Why don't you make them, Moo?"
"Otay!" Moo grabbed an apron, a chef's hat, and a mixing kit and went to start on making cookies.
KidK ran over the list some more. "Gir is making the cake, Sugarbaby can do the curly fries..."
"YAY!"
"...Mozzaralla sticks... Rab, can you do those?"
"No prob, KidK."
"Shadie, can you do nachos?"
"I'd love to!"
"Okay then, I'll do the potato skins, since the potatos like to send subliminal messages to the chefs, and... who can operate the brainfreezie machine?" Kidk bit her lip. "Well, maybe I can do two jobs..."
"I'LL DO IT!!!"
"Z!!!!" Sugarbaby abandoned her curly fries and hugged her online pal, who wore a black shirt that said "PARTY!!", black jeans, a black trenchcoat, and black boots! "Ah missed yooo!"
"Ah missed yoo too!!"
Gir, who had been swimming in the cake batter to stir it, poked over the side of the bowl. "HIYA!"
Another groan from the living room. "Now you got GIR doing it too?!"
Z stood up. "Hi guys! I'm Z, the Hyper/Homicidal Maniac. KidK, I heard of your brainfreezie machine dillemma. Please let me operate it! I PROMISE not to eat it!!"
Kidk nodded. "Well, you're a Zim fan. I can trust you. Here's the key."
Rab cocked her head. "You have a *key* for it?"
"I was tired of Mike-the-Brother always breaking into it."
"Makes sense," Rab said and went back to her mozz sticks.
Z's eyes became super shiny. "Thanks you... I... I LUV YOOOO!" She gave KidK a fast squeeze and ran to get the brainfreezy machine warmed up.
Within minutes, the seven on the Kitchen Patrol had a smooth, efficient operation moving. Ztar poked her head in to check up on things. "It's rather quite for a room full of Gir-friends. Is everything going okay?"
Sugarbaby went on to start dipping her fries in the batter for frying. "We're FINE, stoopy-poopy-Ztarlight."
Ztar glared. "I should hurt you." She ducked out of the room and went back to decorating.
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There. I finally updated the damn thing. ARE WE HAPPY NOW?! Good. With skool getting out in three days, you can expect more updates at a faster basis than before. Final projects were killing me, otherwise I would've had this up about 2 weeks ago. But it wasn't so.... oh well. And please, forgive any typing errors you might find. My computer has no spellcheck and I have to proofread everything on my own. This can be quite a tedious task, especially when you've spent an hour alone typing up whatever needs proofreading. Okay, my hands hurt now. I'll start chapter 4 tommorrow when I get home from skool. (I luv the final exam schedule... I get home SO much earlier...) Ski'ya later.
#1. I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING PEOPLE FOR THIS FIC. You have had over 7 weeks to sign up; I think that's long enough. And please, DO NOT e-mail me asking to be in this. You had your chance, and if you missed out, then think of it as a lesson to not procrastinate in the future.
#2. I have removed my "Nick Will Die" fic. (the Nick DOOMing SI.) It's been sitting around for 5 months and I still haven't done anything with it, and I probably never will. I'm sorry for those who wanted to be in it; it'll have to wait until another time, perhaps over the summer.
#3. The house described in the fic is not mine. My place would be too small to fit almost 60 people. o.0
#4. I realize that it's been over a month since I've updated this fic, but I have a VERY good reason behind my absence. Uhm... *points to random guy on the street* IT WAS HIS FAULT!
RG: I'm a woman!
Me: IT'S STILL YOUR FAULT!
[Oh, and one more thing. I have already set certain people to appear at certain times, so please no more "Put me in the next one PLEEZE!!" in your reviews. They will not get you in faster. And if you keep saying it, I'll make it so you come in later then you're supposed to. Or perhaps, I'll omit you all together. Such is my evilness. So ha.]
Happy Birthday, Zim!
Chapter 3 - Kitchen Chaos
A female human about 15 dressed in a black shirt, a black trenchcoat, black jeans, and boots like Nny's casually sauntered up to CC. The shirt and the jeans were slightly big on her. She had shoulder legnth brown hair with brown eyes. "Hi," she grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes, "I'm Rab." She held out her hand.
CC grinned widely. "Alright, another guild member!" She shook Rab's hand wildly. "I'm CryingChild."
Rab opened her eyes wide. "CC!? No way... well, hiya! Where can I find Gir?"
"That's MY line..." called a voice from inside. Ztar came to the door. "Will you people quit stealing my 'hiya' bit?!"
"Ztar, this is Rab." Cryingchild introduced, ignoring Ztar's senseless rants.
"It took me FOREVER to find a catch phrase that--- Rab?"
Rab nodded.
Ztar shut her yap and smiled. "Well, hiya! Glad you could come."
CC pounced on Rab. "Can I take your coat?"
Rab gave CC a venomous look. "What are you, nuts?!"
"Yep."
"Oh... right... well, you still can't take my coat." She unpried CC from her arm and turned to Ztar. "Where can I find Gir?"
"Uh, Gir should be..." Ztar turned to her right and pointed. "FOllow that banister and you'll come to the kitchen door. Gir will be happy. He's been waiting for a friend to arrive."
Zrab nodded in understanding and walked around the house towards the back, leaving CC staring longingly at her trench.
"I still wanted to take her coat...."
[A/N: Rab, I never got to tell you before, but thanks for sticking up for me in Mib's party fic.]
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Gir sauntered around the kitchen, waiting for someone to arrive. "Oh, I can't cook like this!" He tore off his chef's hat and started running on the ceiling. "That's better."
He jumped to the floor and paced some more. "Hmm... I wish I had a cat..."
At that moment, Kat23a appeared in a puff of smoke that looked like Dib. She was Wearing all black, with the Celtic cross necklace, and her hair was dyed blue and spiked in Devi-style ponytails. Gir hopped into her arms. "Hey, you're not a cat."
Kat shook her head. "No, I'm not a cat, I'm a Kat."
Gir shrugged. "Works for me. OOOOO!! Purdy hair...."
"Thanks."
"How do you get it to stay up like that?"
Kat grinned widely. "I use any excuse possible to dye my hair blue and experiment with hair gel..."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind." She set Gir back on the floor. "Where can I find Dib?"
Gir put on one of his big smiles. "The big-headed boy is in DA' dinin' rOOOOOm!!!" He pointed out across the hall.
"Uhm, okay. Thanks." Kat walked out, then popped her head back in and said, "His head isn't big!"
Gir giggled. "Why is is head so big? Oh, WHY!?" Giggling some more, he ran circles around the kitchen before hearing Rab outside. "OOOO... a people." He perched on the shelf next to the door and waited...
Rab opened the door. "'Ello?"
...and waited...
She walked inside and called again. "Hello? Gir!"
Rab heard a wooshing sound behind her. She whirled around as fast as she could...
...but alas, it was too late....
...for Gir was already stuck to her face. "Hewooollll..." came his garbled voice.
Rab pulled him off. "Hi."
"Are there more people coming???"
"Yes, I'm sur---"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!"
And at that moment, to prove Rab correct, a human girl with brown hair and brown eyes wearing a red t-shirt, dark blue jeans and silver sneakers appeared. "SUGAHHH!!!", as her self-made name tag said, walked up to Rab and Gir and proudly announced her arrival with a resounding, "Moo."
"HI COW!" Gir shouted and clung to Sugarbaby's head. "I like da' dancin' weenies...."
"Don't we all?" Sugarbaby set the weenie fan onto the floor and looked up at Rab. "Hiya!"
A loud groan emitted from the living room. "Stop stealing my line!!!"
Sugarbaby ignored her stoopy-poopy sister and introduced herself to Rab. "You ish on the guild, right?
"Yep."
"Neatness."
"Yep."
"You like the word 'yep', don't you?"
"Yep."
"I thought so." Sugarbaby grabbed the nearest apron and put it on. "Why don't we get started while waiting for the other kitchen helpers to get here?"
"Yep."
"Ahem!"
"Sowwy. Okay!!" Rab grinned and grabbed an apron and a chef's hat. "Shall we start with the chicken?"
"NOOOO! I luvded you, chicken; I luvded yoo-hoo-hoo!!"
"GIR!"
"Oh, sowwy." He picked a cleaver and grinned.
"Maybe I'd better take that, Gir." said a new voice. Rab, Gir, and Sugarbaby looked up.
Standing in the doorway was a tall girl of 5'6.5" (o.O) with long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail so it wouldn't get messy. She wore black jeans and black and navy striped long sleeved shirt with one-a those neato magic changing logo thingies. "Hi guys," she said to Sugarbaby and Rab. "I'm---"
"MIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYYYYY!!!!" Gir squealed and dove into the girl's arms, nearly knocking her over.
"Actually, it's KidKourage, or KidK for short. Gir-kun here like to call me Missy." She giggled as Gir nuzzled his face into her neck.
Rab grinned. "Sounds good. What can you make?"
KidK Set Gir down (taking the cleaver AWAY from him first) and e ran over a list of her "delacisies". "I am good at making party food--nachos, potato skins, curly fries, mozzarella sticks...anything that isn't *really* food, but that we put into our bodies. My special dessert recipes have often been known to make even the most serious relatives go insane (like those dark chocolate-dipped marshmallows with jimmies)." She giggled madly.
Sugarbaby cheered. "If she can make curly fries, she stays!"
"Missy can make stuff!" Gis cheered. "I'm makin' the cake!" And ran to start the batter.
"Oh Gir," Kidk suddenly remembered, "GO check outside. I brought a present."
Gir stopped working and disappeared out the door. Seconds later he screeched, "YOU BROUGHT THE BRAINFREEEEEEY MACHIIIIIIINEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
At that moment, a girl with brown poofy shoulder length hair, and was 5`1 in height, with light blue eyes wearing a black t-shirt with the word 'DOOM!' on it in red,flare-y,baggy,jeans,combat boots dropped in through the ceiling and landed on the floor next to the cake mix. "OW! My butt!! OOO! Cake...."
Gir clicked over to the newcomer. "Hi. Who ish you?"
The girl smiled. "I be MOO!"
Sugarbaby gathered up Moo in a hug. "I like you..."
"MOOOOOOOOO!!!"
From the living room, FM groaned. "No... more.... MOOING!!!!"
Moo blinked. "What's with him?"
"Ignore him." Sugarbaby helped Moo up. "We have stuff to work on!"
"Say..." said a quiet voice, "Can I help?"
In the doorway stood a girl of 5' 4" with short blonde hair (about chin-length), blue eyes, and wore a pair of dark blue streachy lei jeans with red thread things, dark red baby tank shirt, a long, black dib-like trench, and black boots with 4" heels. She accesorized with 8 beauty-bead necklaces, one with an anhk and another with chinese symbol for sugar; 65 bangle bracelets on right arm; 4 other braclets on left, a watch worn with face on underside of her arm also on the left, a ring on each finger.and an arm band on her upper-left arm, all of the jewelry in silver, and glasses.
(A/N: Congrats, Shadie. So far you have the longest decsription. o.O)
Rab grinned. "Sure you can help. I'm Rab, this is Sugarbaby, KidK, Moo, and you know Gir. Who might you be?"
The girl smiled shyly. "I'm Shadie. Nice to meet you all. And don't be fooled by me now. I can get REALLY hyper if I wanted to."
Sugarbaby grabbed her arm and led her over to the table. "Good, cuz we like hyper."
KidK grabbed a list. "So far we have on the menu: nachos, potato skins, curly fries, mozzarella sticks, cake, and brainfreezies. Are we missing anything?
"A DIB-SHAPED CANDLE!!" Shadie cried!
"Well, the problem with that, Shadie..." Rab explained, "is that we can't bake a candle. And even if we could, Zim wouldn't blow it out, he'd massacre it. Dib candle is out, sorry."
"You can't go wrong with cookies..." Moo commented.
KidK clapped. "Great idea! Why don't you make them, Moo?"
"Otay!" Moo grabbed an apron, a chef's hat, and a mixing kit and went to start on making cookies.
KidK ran over the list some more. "Gir is making the cake, Sugarbaby can do the curly fries..."
"YAY!"
"...Mozzaralla sticks... Rab, can you do those?"
"No prob, KidK."
"Shadie, can you do nachos?"
"I'd love to!"
"Okay then, I'll do the potato skins, since the potatos like to send subliminal messages to the chefs, and... who can operate the brainfreezie machine?" Kidk bit her lip. "Well, maybe I can do two jobs..."
"I'LL DO IT!!!"
"Z!!!!" Sugarbaby abandoned her curly fries and hugged her online pal, who wore a black shirt that said "PARTY!!", black jeans, a black trenchcoat, and black boots! "Ah missed yooo!"
"Ah missed yoo too!!"
Gir, who had been swimming in the cake batter to stir it, poked over the side of the bowl. "HIYA!"
Another groan from the living room. "Now you got GIR doing it too?!"
Z stood up. "Hi guys! I'm Z, the Hyper/Homicidal Maniac. KidK, I heard of your brainfreezie machine dillemma. Please let me operate it! I PROMISE not to eat it!!"
Kidk nodded. "Well, you're a Zim fan. I can trust you. Here's the key."
Rab cocked her head. "You have a *key* for it?"
"I was tired of Mike-the-Brother always breaking into it."
"Makes sense," Rab said and went back to her mozz sticks.
Z's eyes became super shiny. "Thanks you... I... I LUV YOOOO!" She gave KidK a fast squeeze and ran to get the brainfreezy machine warmed up.
Within minutes, the seven on the Kitchen Patrol had a smooth, efficient operation moving. Ztar poked her head in to check up on things. "It's rather quite for a room full of Gir-friends. Is everything going okay?"
Sugarbaby went on to start dipping her fries in the batter for frying. "We're FINE, stoopy-poopy-Ztarlight."
Ztar glared. "I should hurt you." She ducked out of the room and went back to decorating.
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There. I finally updated the damn thing. ARE WE HAPPY NOW?! Good. With skool getting out in three days, you can expect more updates at a faster basis than before. Final projects were killing me, otherwise I would've had this up about 2 weeks ago. But it wasn't so.... oh well. And please, forgive any typing errors you might find. My computer has no spellcheck and I have to proofread everything on my own. This can be quite a tedious task, especially when you've spent an hour alone typing up whatever needs proofreading. Okay, my hands hurt now. I'll start chapter 4 tommorrow when I get home from skool. (I luv the final exam schedule... I get home SO much earlier...) Ski'ya later.
