Chapter 20 - Raising Babies.When You Really Don't Know How
After a breakfast of tacos and milk, Zia took the girls back down to the lab to get them uniforms. Computer had already been making them, so it only took a few minutes to get them dressed. Zia sat them in front of a mirror once they were finished. Ziam put a hand on the glass curiously, while Maiz attempted to stand on her own. When she was unsuccessful, she folded her arms and pouted.
Zia grinned and placed her hands around the little girl's waist and lifted her onto her feet. Then she let go slowly, keeping her hands only a few inches away, incase she was needed. Maiz wobbled on her little legs and then fell backwards.
Zia caught her and Maiz looked up at her, almost as if she hadn't wanted help. Zia gulped nervously, and then Maiz hugged her mother's arm tightly. Relief swept over Zia. Maybe Maiz could be taught to behave. Her joy turned to confusion when Maiz spoke her first words, "Thanks Lady."
". 'Lady'.?" Zia echoed, "No, Maiz," she said, turning Maiz around so they were face to face, "I'm Mommy."
"Mommy!" Ziam said, crawling over to hug Zia's arm.
"That's right," Zia said.
"Lady," Maiz said stubbornly.
Zia rolled her eyes, giving up for the time being. She took both girls in her arms and carried them back upstairs.
In the living room, Zim looked up when Zia and the girls returned. "Excellent," he said, "Now, I was thinking we should issue them their first laser pistols."
"Zim," Zia said, "Do you really want to issue Maiz a weapon right now." She winced as Maiz reached up and yanked on one of her antennae.
"Hmm.good idea," Zim said, "But I think Ziam could handle one." He took Ziam from Zia and handed her a tiny silver pistol. She took it cautiously, and then placed it in her jetpack.
In Zia's arms, Maiz squirmed incessantly, wanting a blaster of her own. "No, Maiz," Zia told her sternly, "You can't have one until you learn to behave." Maiz folded her arms stubbornly, but stopped trying to escape her mother's grasp. "That's better," Zia said, "Now who am I?"
"Lady," Maiz said.
Zia sighed, "And who's holding Ziam?"
"Mommy," Maiz said."
"Eh?" Zim said, cocking an eye-brow, "What did she call me?"
"'Mommy'," Zia said.
"What?? Zim is not 'Mommy'!!" he cried, then he stopped to think a minute, "What should they call me?"
Ziam hugged him and said, "Daddy!"
Zim shrugged, "I guess that'll work."
* * *
Far from this semi-peaceful scene, at the Interstellar Check-In Station in NY, NY, Red and Purple were just getting out of a medical exam. And neither one looked very happy. Red looked annoyed, while Purple looked downright violated.
Purple shivered, "If I had known that transport would take us here, I would have rather taken the risk of traveling in one of our own ships."
"Oh quit complaining," red said, "It won't do any good."
"Where are we going now?" Purple asked, as he and Red walked through the lobby of the Check-In Station.
"To find the ship with our fleet of SIR units," Red said, "We have to find disguises for them if we're going to be out in the open."
"Don't we need disguises for ourselves?" Purple asked.
* * *
Back at the Membrane household, Gaz was trying to watch TV, but Dib kept running in front of the screen. After a few minutes, she got fed up and threw the remote at him, hitting him square on his big head.
"Ow!" he cried, falling over backwards. "What was that for?" he asked, sitting back up.
"What are you doing?" Gaz asked.
"I'm looking for my X-Scope," Dib said, "If my calculations are correct, Zia's egg should hatch today and I want to -"
"Really?" Gaz asked, suddenly more interested in what her brother had to say than the TV.
"Yeah," Dib said, surprised at his sister's sudden interest.
"Can I come?" Gaz asked.
"I don't see why not," Dib shrugged.
"Great! Let's go," Gaz said. She hopped off the couch, grabbed her brother by the arm and began dragging him towards the door.
"Wait, Gaz!" Dib cried, "I don't have my equipment yet!"
"You won't need it," Gaz said.
At that moment, Prof. Membrane stepped out of the kitchen. "And where are you two going?"
"To Zim's house," Gaz said.
"Oh. Have fun then."
Dib started to say something in protest, but Gaz yanked him out the door and slammed in behind them.
* * *
At the New York City Airport, a very odd family was boarding the plane for Nowhere'sVille, PA. [A/N: I don't really know where Zim lives, and this is where I live, so I'll use that.] The family consisted of two adults, each exactly six feet tall and a fleet of little children who were acting like soldiers.
In reality, it was Red and Purple and all their SIR units (but you knew that ^_^). Purple was dressed in baggy khaki pants, a white button down shirt, and contacts like Zim's. He had topped off the outfit with a denim baseball cap. Red was wearing a red-haired wig, contacts, make-up, and a very slimming black dress (complete with high-heels). The SIRs were all using hologram projectors to look like identical boys and girls, and each was wearing an adorable sailor's suit.
Red scowled, "Why do I have to be the girl?" he hissed.
"You know why," Purple said, straightening his cap, "You lost the toss."
Red grumbled a string of curse words under his breath and Purple could resist teasing him.
"You know, Red," he said, "That's not very lady-like of you."
Red growled at Purple, then stuck his would-be-nose in the air and started to walk away. Unfortunately, he was so unused to walking (plus we all know how hard it is to walk in heels), that he tripped and fell flat on his face. Purple giggled and the SIR-children just stood where they were, unsure if they should help him or not.
Gathering all his dignity, Red stood himself back up and continued towards the boarding platform of their plane. Purple just shook his head and followed after, being flocked by the SIR-children.
After a breakfast of tacos and milk, Zia took the girls back down to the lab to get them uniforms. Computer had already been making them, so it only took a few minutes to get them dressed. Zia sat them in front of a mirror once they were finished. Ziam put a hand on the glass curiously, while Maiz attempted to stand on her own. When she was unsuccessful, she folded her arms and pouted.
Zia grinned and placed her hands around the little girl's waist and lifted her onto her feet. Then she let go slowly, keeping her hands only a few inches away, incase she was needed. Maiz wobbled on her little legs and then fell backwards.
Zia caught her and Maiz looked up at her, almost as if she hadn't wanted help. Zia gulped nervously, and then Maiz hugged her mother's arm tightly. Relief swept over Zia. Maybe Maiz could be taught to behave. Her joy turned to confusion when Maiz spoke her first words, "Thanks Lady."
". 'Lady'.?" Zia echoed, "No, Maiz," she said, turning Maiz around so they were face to face, "I'm Mommy."
"Mommy!" Ziam said, crawling over to hug Zia's arm.
"That's right," Zia said.
"Lady," Maiz said stubbornly.
Zia rolled her eyes, giving up for the time being. She took both girls in her arms and carried them back upstairs.
In the living room, Zim looked up when Zia and the girls returned. "Excellent," he said, "Now, I was thinking we should issue them their first laser pistols."
"Zim," Zia said, "Do you really want to issue Maiz a weapon right now." She winced as Maiz reached up and yanked on one of her antennae.
"Hmm.good idea," Zim said, "But I think Ziam could handle one." He took Ziam from Zia and handed her a tiny silver pistol. She took it cautiously, and then placed it in her jetpack.
In Zia's arms, Maiz squirmed incessantly, wanting a blaster of her own. "No, Maiz," Zia told her sternly, "You can't have one until you learn to behave." Maiz folded her arms stubbornly, but stopped trying to escape her mother's grasp. "That's better," Zia said, "Now who am I?"
"Lady," Maiz said.
Zia sighed, "And who's holding Ziam?"
"Mommy," Maiz said."
"Eh?" Zim said, cocking an eye-brow, "What did she call me?"
"'Mommy'," Zia said.
"What?? Zim is not 'Mommy'!!" he cried, then he stopped to think a minute, "What should they call me?"
Ziam hugged him and said, "Daddy!"
Zim shrugged, "I guess that'll work."
* * *
Far from this semi-peaceful scene, at the Interstellar Check-In Station in NY, NY, Red and Purple were just getting out of a medical exam. And neither one looked very happy. Red looked annoyed, while Purple looked downright violated.
Purple shivered, "If I had known that transport would take us here, I would have rather taken the risk of traveling in one of our own ships."
"Oh quit complaining," red said, "It won't do any good."
"Where are we going now?" Purple asked, as he and Red walked through the lobby of the Check-In Station.
"To find the ship with our fleet of SIR units," Red said, "We have to find disguises for them if we're going to be out in the open."
"Don't we need disguises for ourselves?" Purple asked.
* * *
Back at the Membrane household, Gaz was trying to watch TV, but Dib kept running in front of the screen. After a few minutes, she got fed up and threw the remote at him, hitting him square on his big head.
"Ow!" he cried, falling over backwards. "What was that for?" he asked, sitting back up.
"What are you doing?" Gaz asked.
"I'm looking for my X-Scope," Dib said, "If my calculations are correct, Zia's egg should hatch today and I want to -"
"Really?" Gaz asked, suddenly more interested in what her brother had to say than the TV.
"Yeah," Dib said, surprised at his sister's sudden interest.
"Can I come?" Gaz asked.
"I don't see why not," Dib shrugged.
"Great! Let's go," Gaz said. She hopped off the couch, grabbed her brother by the arm and began dragging him towards the door.
"Wait, Gaz!" Dib cried, "I don't have my equipment yet!"
"You won't need it," Gaz said.
At that moment, Prof. Membrane stepped out of the kitchen. "And where are you two going?"
"To Zim's house," Gaz said.
"Oh. Have fun then."
Dib started to say something in protest, but Gaz yanked him out the door and slammed in behind them.
* * *
At the New York City Airport, a very odd family was boarding the plane for Nowhere'sVille, PA. [A/N: I don't really know where Zim lives, and this is where I live, so I'll use that.] The family consisted of two adults, each exactly six feet tall and a fleet of little children who were acting like soldiers.
In reality, it was Red and Purple and all their SIR units (but you knew that ^_^). Purple was dressed in baggy khaki pants, a white button down shirt, and contacts like Zim's. He had topped off the outfit with a denim baseball cap. Red was wearing a red-haired wig, contacts, make-up, and a very slimming black dress (complete with high-heels). The SIRs were all using hologram projectors to look like identical boys and girls, and each was wearing an adorable sailor's suit.
Red scowled, "Why do I have to be the girl?" he hissed.
"You know why," Purple said, straightening his cap, "You lost the toss."
Red grumbled a string of curse words under his breath and Purple could resist teasing him.
"You know, Red," he said, "That's not very lady-like of you."
Red growled at Purple, then stuck his would-be-nose in the air and started to walk away. Unfortunately, he was so unused to walking (plus we all know how hard it is to walk in heels), that he tripped and fell flat on his face. Purple giggled and the SIR-children just stood where they were, unsure if they should help him or not.
Gathering all his dignity, Red stood himself back up and continued towards the boarding platform of their plane. Purple just shook his head and followed after, being flocked by the SIR-children.
