Gaz peered out the bushes. She was getting anxious. She wanted to go home.
"Why are we here?" she said staring holes into Dib, who was adjusting his telescope.
"I picked up a transmission last night, when I was listening with my transmission thingy." Dib started.
"Toaster. You used our toaster." argued Gaz.
"Whatever." Dib continued, as he was still looking through the telescope with shifty eyes. "Anyway, I heard Zim talkiing, and I think some alien mothership is comming with a whole bunch of Zims! It'll be terrible."
Dib paused, then spun around toward Gaz. He squinted his eyes and taled bellow his breath.
"It'll be up to me to stop this army before they multiply in our brains!" Dib said.
Dib looked up at the sky, and said "And they're comming tonight.
Gaz looked at Zim's door that had "Men" printed boldly across it.
"Is that why we're at Zim's house?" Gaz groaned.
Dib nodded, "yes", and went back to staring through his telescope.
"Why do you need me?" Gaz was on the verge of whacking Dib over the head with something large and heavy.
"You're gaming skills may become necisary to defeat these bug-eyed freaks." Dib said, still not taking his eyes of the lens.
"Speaking of gaming..." Gaz replied.
"I want my Game Slave back." Gaz growled. She got out of the bushes and crept up on Zim's doorway.
"Whether you like it or not." she continued. She was clearly not joking.
"Noooooo, Gaz!" Dib pleaded.
Gaz silently reached for the doorbell, as Dib leaped from the bushes, aiming to pucsh Gaz out of the way. But instead he was about six inches off and dove into the pricker bushes on the other side of Zim's doorway.
The doorbell sounded.
"Nooooo..." Dib said. He felt the pain of defeat (and thorns being forced into his flesh).
Gaz stood by the doorway for several moments before she heard any noise
"GIR, put that down before you hurt someone! That device is only used in a..."one voice said.
"Whaaaaaaa?" another voice interupted.
"Put it dow-AAAAAAA! Careful where you aim that thing. Nooooooo, don't press that button! AAA! OW! AAA! OW!"
"Sorry."
"No you're not. Get the door, while I try to remove this acid from my head."
Finally the door creeked open. The nose of a little green dog was exposed, and then soon after the whole dog.
"CUPCAKE LADY!" the green dog squealed.
"Is Zim here?" Gaz said.
"Noooo, Gaz. No." Dib whispered from the pricker bushes, "Don't-ow-betray me!"
The little dog squeaked off, andbrought back Zim.
"Hi, Gaz." Zim said. He made sure to say it as the kids at skool said it-with a slight slurr, and with one eyebrow lifted.
Gaz smiled, as best she could.
"I want my Game Slave back." she said.
Zim stepped back.
"What Game Slave?" he said.
Gaz felt her heart start a ten mile race around in her chest. Her cheeks got hot and she glared holes in Zim.
"Don't play dumb with me!" She screamed.
Zim looked down at GIR and gorwled.
"I want my Game Slave! I want it NOW!" Gaz said between clenched teeth.
Zim stepped back again, but this time in fear.
"Come in." he said.
"Not without my Game Slave!" Gaz was starting to burn all over.
Zim snorted, and lifted her Game Slave off of a table.
Gaz's face started to glow as she yanked the Game Slave away and cradeled it in her arms.
"Now come in. I'm expecting some guests." Zim said. but Gaz didn't hear. She was too busy catching up on "Last Imagining X".
Zim leaned forward and repeated, "Come in."
Gaz popped her head up and looked at Zim. She halfway nodded, and the other half shrugged, then walked in and sat on a burnt sofa.
Dib lay in the bushes, pulling thorns out of his flesh and groaning in pain, when he heard a loud noise. It echoed throughout the Cult de Sac, and it seemed to bang between two buildings. It sounded like someone dropping a huge refridgerator of a tall skyscaper.
"The army..." Dib said slowly to himself.
Smoke draped the Cult de Sac slowly making it impossible to see anything. Out of the fog Dib could make out two tall silhoetted figures. Both of them seemed to drag their feet on the ground.
Dib could make out them as they stepped up on the front steps of Zim's house.
Both of them were about the same height. On had purple hair, sort of long and was pushed over his ears with a silver hat. The other had dark red hair, and it was obviously spiked with some sort of gel.
"Those two must be Zim's eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil leaders!" Dib said quietly. He couldn't avoid being caught by two evil and tall, aliens.
The purple haired one reached out and poked the doorbell as if it were contaminated.
From inside Dib could here Zim speaking to his little sister.
"Poor Gaz!" thought Dib in terror, "She's trapped in there with an alien, and now she's going to be vaporized by THREE!"
The red tall guy looked down at his dirty shoes. He grimaced as he looked down at the ground and looked up suddenly.
A beam of pail light spilled out on the front steps as Zim opened the door.
"Yessssss?" he said aragently.
He suddenly stood up straight and suluted.
"Sirs!" he said loudly, "Welcome to my base."
"As your almighty leader," the red haired remarked, "I must ask you a question. Oh a question of great importance! A question only..."
"Why is your base sooooooooooooooo poorly guarded?" the purlpe haired one broke in.
"I turned it off so you all wouldn't be abliviated into little specky thingys." Zim said waving his arms around.
"Very well." the red haired one remarked.
The two tall guys dragged their feet inside. But suddenly stopped.
"Who's thaaaaaaaaaaat?" the Purple haired one said with disgust.
Dib gasped. Gaz! She was trapped inside.
Dib forced himself to jump out of the bushes, hop on to the front steps and tumble into the room, knocking the purple haired one off it's feet.
"Filthy Dib person!" Zim cried, "I should've known you'd be here!"
"Why are we here?" she said staring holes into Dib, who was adjusting his telescope.
"I picked up a transmission last night, when I was listening with my transmission thingy." Dib started.
"Toaster. You used our toaster." argued Gaz.
"Whatever." Dib continued, as he was still looking through the telescope with shifty eyes. "Anyway, I heard Zim talkiing, and I think some alien mothership is comming with a whole bunch of Zims! It'll be terrible."
Dib paused, then spun around toward Gaz. He squinted his eyes and taled bellow his breath.
"It'll be up to me to stop this army before they multiply in our brains!" Dib said.
Dib looked up at the sky, and said "And they're comming tonight.
Gaz looked at Zim's door that had "Men" printed boldly across it.
"Is that why we're at Zim's house?" Gaz groaned.
Dib nodded, "yes", and went back to staring through his telescope.
"Why do you need me?" Gaz was on the verge of whacking Dib over the head with something large and heavy.
"You're gaming skills may become necisary to defeat these bug-eyed freaks." Dib said, still not taking his eyes of the lens.
"Speaking of gaming..." Gaz replied.
"I want my Game Slave back." Gaz growled. She got out of the bushes and crept up on Zim's doorway.
"Whether you like it or not." she continued. She was clearly not joking.
"Noooooo, Gaz!" Dib pleaded.
Gaz silently reached for the doorbell, as Dib leaped from the bushes, aiming to pucsh Gaz out of the way. But instead he was about six inches off and dove into the pricker bushes on the other side of Zim's doorway.
The doorbell sounded.
"Nooooo..." Dib said. He felt the pain of defeat (and thorns being forced into his flesh).
Gaz stood by the doorway for several moments before she heard any noise
"GIR, put that down before you hurt someone! That device is only used in a..."one voice said.
"Whaaaaaaa?" another voice interupted.
"Put it dow-AAAAAAA! Careful where you aim that thing. Nooooooo, don't press that button! AAA! OW! AAA! OW!"
"Sorry."
"No you're not. Get the door, while I try to remove this acid from my head."
Finally the door creeked open. The nose of a little green dog was exposed, and then soon after the whole dog.
"CUPCAKE LADY!" the green dog squealed.
"Is Zim here?" Gaz said.
"Noooo, Gaz. No." Dib whispered from the pricker bushes, "Don't-ow-betray me!"
The little dog squeaked off, andbrought back Zim.
"Hi, Gaz." Zim said. He made sure to say it as the kids at skool said it-with a slight slurr, and with one eyebrow lifted.
Gaz smiled, as best she could.
"I want my Game Slave back." she said.
Zim stepped back.
"What Game Slave?" he said.
Gaz felt her heart start a ten mile race around in her chest. Her cheeks got hot and she glared holes in Zim.
"Don't play dumb with me!" She screamed.
Zim looked down at GIR and gorwled.
"I want my Game Slave! I want it NOW!" Gaz said between clenched teeth.
Zim stepped back again, but this time in fear.
"Come in." he said.
"Not without my Game Slave!" Gaz was starting to burn all over.
Zim snorted, and lifted her Game Slave off of a table.
Gaz's face started to glow as she yanked the Game Slave away and cradeled it in her arms.
"Now come in. I'm expecting some guests." Zim said. but Gaz didn't hear. She was too busy catching up on "Last Imagining X".
Zim leaned forward and repeated, "Come in."
Gaz popped her head up and looked at Zim. She halfway nodded, and the other half shrugged, then walked in and sat on a burnt sofa.
Dib lay in the bushes, pulling thorns out of his flesh and groaning in pain, when he heard a loud noise. It echoed throughout the Cult de Sac, and it seemed to bang between two buildings. It sounded like someone dropping a huge refridgerator of a tall skyscaper.
"The army..." Dib said slowly to himself.
Smoke draped the Cult de Sac slowly making it impossible to see anything. Out of the fog Dib could make out two tall silhoetted figures. Both of them seemed to drag their feet on the ground.
Dib could make out them as they stepped up on the front steps of Zim's house.
Both of them were about the same height. On had purple hair, sort of long and was pushed over his ears with a silver hat. The other had dark red hair, and it was obviously spiked with some sort of gel.
"Those two must be Zim's eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil leaders!" Dib said quietly. He couldn't avoid being caught by two evil and tall, aliens.
The purple haired one reached out and poked the doorbell as if it were contaminated.
From inside Dib could here Zim speaking to his little sister.
"Poor Gaz!" thought Dib in terror, "She's trapped in there with an alien, and now she's going to be vaporized by THREE!"
The red tall guy looked down at his dirty shoes. He grimaced as he looked down at the ground and looked up suddenly.
A beam of pail light spilled out on the front steps as Zim opened the door.
"Yessssss?" he said aragently.
He suddenly stood up straight and suluted.
"Sirs!" he said loudly, "Welcome to my base."
"As your almighty leader," the red haired remarked, "I must ask you a question. Oh a question of great importance! A question only..."
"Why is your base sooooooooooooooo poorly guarded?" the purlpe haired one broke in.
"I turned it off so you all wouldn't be abliviated into little specky thingys." Zim said waving his arms around.
"Very well." the red haired one remarked.
The two tall guys dragged their feet inside. But suddenly stopped.
"Who's thaaaaaaaaaaat?" the Purple haired one said with disgust.
Dib gasped. Gaz! She was trapped inside.
Dib forced himself to jump out of the bushes, hop on to the front steps and tumble into the room, knocking the purple haired one off it's feet.
"Filthy Dib person!" Zim cried, "I should've known you'd be here!"
