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Chapter 21 - Uncle Dib and Aunt Gaz!
"Maiz, get down from there!" Zim cried. Maiz hung suspended above her father, holding onto the wires on the living room ceiling with her metallic- legs.
She laughed and waved down at him. "Hi, Mommy!"
"For the hundredth time - I am NOT 'Mommy'!" Zim said, frustrated, "Now come down here before you hurt yourself."
"OK!" Maiz said, and the spider-legs let go of the wires. She fell from the ceiling. Zim scrambled to catch her, and when he did, she frowned. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Off to one side, APU crossed his arms in disapproval. He glanced over where Zia and GIR were trying to teach Ziam to walk on her own. Zia was kneeling on the floor, arms outstretched, while GIR held Ziam's hands and led her across the carpet.
"Look!" he said excitedly, "Baby's walking!"
"That's my girl," Zia said as they reached her. GIR let go and Ziam fell forward into her mother's lap. Zia smiled and lifted Ziam high above her head, "You're a smart one, aren't you?" she said. To this Ziam squealed with delight and clapped her hands.
Zim watched Zia and Ziam as he allowed Maiz to sit on his back and tug on his antennae. Zia was positively glowing. This parenting thing seemed to come so naturally to her. He sighed, but was brought back to reality with a particularly rough tug from Maiz. "Would you cut it out already??" he growled, pulling her off his back and sitting her on the floor in front of him, "I'm really getting sick of you, you know that?? Why can't you act like THAT one??" He pointed angrily at Ziam.
Maiz looked over at her mother and sister. When she turned back towards Zim, there were tears in her eyes and her lower lip was trembling. Before Zim could even realize what he'd done, she began to wail. He cringed.
Shocked, Zia almost dropped Ziam. "What did you do?" she demanded. "What - me??" Zim said, "It was her!! Why can't I have that one??"
Zia frowned, handed Ziam to GIR and picked Maiz up, tenderly rocking her until her sobs resided. "That's right," Zia said softly, "It's ok.Daddy didn't mean it, did you?" she shot a glare at Zim.
"Yes I - I mean." Zim stammered, faltering under Zia's stare, "Of course not."
Maiz didn't seem to be buying it. She and Zim glared at each other for a long moment. GIR, still holding Ziam up, looked from one to the other. After a moment, his eyes went swirly and he fell over. Ziam, having no support now, fell backwards with a small, "Oof."
Suddenly, Computer's voice broke the silence. "WARNING!! Unknown.er . pretty well-known intruders."
"Eh?" Zim said, breaking away from the staring contest with his daughter. He walked over to the door and pressed the button that let him look right through it. Dib and Gaz were standing on the step, the Gnomes seemingly dismantled. Zim turned to Zia, wondering what to do.
"Well don't just stand there," Zia said, setting Maiz next to Ziam and standing up, "Let them in."
"WHAT???" Zim exclaimed, looking horrified, "Are you insane?? I don't want the Dib-creature coming in here and exposing our off-spring!!"
"He looks pretty un-armed to me," Zia said, coming over next to him and putting a hand on the doorknob. Zim clutched his head, looking panic- stricken, as she pulled the door open. "Hi!" she greeted the Earthlings cheerfully.
"Hi," Gaz said, "Dib said your egg should've hatched today so -"
"Where are they??" Dib asked excitedly.
"Right here," Zia said, letting them in, much to Zim's dismay.
As soon as Dib saw the girls, his expression changed from journalistic curiosity to amazement and awe. Ziam waved at him and he moved to pick her up, but Zim smacked his hands away.
"You will not touch my children, Dib-thing!" he declared.
Dib looked a little dejected. Then he felt something grab his leg and he glanced down, "Huh?" Ziam had crawled over to him and was hugging his leg. He smiled and reached down to pat her on the head.
"Hi!" she said.
Dib was a bit taken aback, "Um.hi. How is she talking already? She can't be more than half a day old!"
"As I've told you a million times, DIB," Zim said, "Irkens are much more advanced than you human stink-beasts. The girls should be completely mobile by tomorrow."
"Boy, that must suck," Gaz said, squatting down to get a good look at Maiz.
"What do you mean?" Zia asked.
"Human babies take months before they can move on their own," Gaz said, "Usually that gives their parents time to get used to them before they have to start chasing them everywhere."
Zim and Zia exchanged nervous glances. That was something they hadn't counted on.
Dib caught their worried expressions and grinned. "Surely a pair of ADVANCED aliens like you should be able to two babies, right ZIM?" Zim was about to reply, when Maiz threw one of GIR's toys at Dib's head. "Ow! Hey!"
Maiz laughed, picked up another toy and hit it against the floor.
"NOOO!" GIR cried, taking the toy away from her, "Don't hurt the piggy!!"
Maiz let the robot take the piggy, and picked up a chicken toy. She began chewing on its head.
As Dib rubbed his head, Zim smiled. "I changed my mind," he said to Zia, "I like that one best."
Zia just smiled and shook her head. Then she walked over to where Gaz was now letting Ziam use her arm for support as she tried to stand. "Aren't their heads a little big?" Gaz asked, "I mean, doesn't it over-balance them?"
Zia shrugged, "Apparently not. I mean, this is the way we were all born, and we're doing just fine."
Gaz nodded. Ziam lost her balance and clutched Gaz's arm tightly. Gaz suppressed a smile. "What are their names?" she asked.
"Well," Zia said, kneeling down next to her, "This one here is Ziam. And the one that attacked your brother is Maiz."
Gaz picked up Ziam, holding her at arm's length. Ziam smiled and reached out towards Gaz affectionately. "They are kinda cute," Gaz admitted.
Zia beamed.
Meanwhile, Zim was sitting Indian style with Maiz in his lap. Dib sat across from them, watching Maiz gnaw on the chicken toy. "How do you plan on disguising them?" he asked.
"Huh?" Zim asked.
"Well, you never really got rid of that bounty hunter," Dib said, "So it's probably not safe to leave them home alone. And how would you explain yourself bringing them to skool?"
Zim considered this. It certainly did prove to be a problem. "That is none of your concern, Dib-worm," he said after a moment, trying to hide his worry. "Right," Dib said sarcastically.
As Zim had been thinking, Maiz had crawled out of his lap and over to Dib. She tugged on his pant leg and he looked down at her. "What?" he asked her.
"Who're you?" she asked, looking more incredulous than curious.
"Uh.Dib," he said, then a thought struck him and he grinned, "Uncle Dib."
"WHAT?!?!" Zim cried.
"Unca Dib," Maiz repeated.
"That's right," Dib said, smirking.
"No it's NOT!!!" Zim protested, flailing his arms wildly.
"I think that's cute!" Zia said.
Zim slapped his forehead in frustration. This couldn't be happening! That horrible DIB!!!
"I guess that makes me Aunt Gaz," Gaz said.
"Ann Gaz!" Ziam said.
Zim growled and pounded his head against the couch. Leaning against the doorframe between the living room and kitchen, watching everything, APU smirked.
Soon after, Dib and Gaz were on their way out. Zia waved them off and then shut the door quickly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Zim just glowered in the direction of the door. "I can't believe you let them get away with that," he said.
"Would you stop??" she asked, exasperated, "Besides, we've got to worry about other things. Dib made a valid point. What are we going to do with the girls tomorrow?"
Zim looked over at the girls, who were nodding off on the couch, one on either side of GIR. He sighed and shook his head, "I don't know."
APU stepped forward. "Zim, Mistress, have you forgotten about me?" He turned to Zia, "You've proven that I don't need to keep constant vigilance over you, Mistress. I think I can handle keeping the girls safe for a few hours everyday."
"It's not just that, APU," Zia told him, "Who'll keep them out of trouble?"
"I like babies," GIR said, "I can watch 'em!"
Zim groaned, "We're doomed."
Chapter 21 - Uncle Dib and Aunt Gaz!
"Maiz, get down from there!" Zim cried. Maiz hung suspended above her father, holding onto the wires on the living room ceiling with her metallic- legs.
She laughed and waved down at him. "Hi, Mommy!"
"For the hundredth time - I am NOT 'Mommy'!" Zim said, frustrated, "Now come down here before you hurt yourself."
"OK!" Maiz said, and the spider-legs let go of the wires. She fell from the ceiling. Zim scrambled to catch her, and when he did, she frowned. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Off to one side, APU crossed his arms in disapproval. He glanced over where Zia and GIR were trying to teach Ziam to walk on her own. Zia was kneeling on the floor, arms outstretched, while GIR held Ziam's hands and led her across the carpet.
"Look!" he said excitedly, "Baby's walking!"
"That's my girl," Zia said as they reached her. GIR let go and Ziam fell forward into her mother's lap. Zia smiled and lifted Ziam high above her head, "You're a smart one, aren't you?" she said. To this Ziam squealed with delight and clapped her hands.
Zim watched Zia and Ziam as he allowed Maiz to sit on his back and tug on his antennae. Zia was positively glowing. This parenting thing seemed to come so naturally to her. He sighed, but was brought back to reality with a particularly rough tug from Maiz. "Would you cut it out already??" he growled, pulling her off his back and sitting her on the floor in front of him, "I'm really getting sick of you, you know that?? Why can't you act like THAT one??" He pointed angrily at Ziam.
Maiz looked over at her mother and sister. When she turned back towards Zim, there were tears in her eyes and her lower lip was trembling. Before Zim could even realize what he'd done, she began to wail. He cringed.
Shocked, Zia almost dropped Ziam. "What did you do?" she demanded. "What - me??" Zim said, "It was her!! Why can't I have that one??"
Zia frowned, handed Ziam to GIR and picked Maiz up, tenderly rocking her until her sobs resided. "That's right," Zia said softly, "It's ok.Daddy didn't mean it, did you?" she shot a glare at Zim.
"Yes I - I mean." Zim stammered, faltering under Zia's stare, "Of course not."
Maiz didn't seem to be buying it. She and Zim glared at each other for a long moment. GIR, still holding Ziam up, looked from one to the other. After a moment, his eyes went swirly and he fell over. Ziam, having no support now, fell backwards with a small, "Oof."
Suddenly, Computer's voice broke the silence. "WARNING!! Unknown.er . pretty well-known intruders."
"Eh?" Zim said, breaking away from the staring contest with his daughter. He walked over to the door and pressed the button that let him look right through it. Dib and Gaz were standing on the step, the Gnomes seemingly dismantled. Zim turned to Zia, wondering what to do.
"Well don't just stand there," Zia said, setting Maiz next to Ziam and standing up, "Let them in."
"WHAT???" Zim exclaimed, looking horrified, "Are you insane?? I don't want the Dib-creature coming in here and exposing our off-spring!!"
"He looks pretty un-armed to me," Zia said, coming over next to him and putting a hand on the doorknob. Zim clutched his head, looking panic- stricken, as she pulled the door open. "Hi!" she greeted the Earthlings cheerfully.
"Hi," Gaz said, "Dib said your egg should've hatched today so -"
"Where are they??" Dib asked excitedly.
"Right here," Zia said, letting them in, much to Zim's dismay.
As soon as Dib saw the girls, his expression changed from journalistic curiosity to amazement and awe. Ziam waved at him and he moved to pick her up, but Zim smacked his hands away.
"You will not touch my children, Dib-thing!" he declared.
Dib looked a little dejected. Then he felt something grab his leg and he glanced down, "Huh?" Ziam had crawled over to him and was hugging his leg. He smiled and reached down to pat her on the head.
"Hi!" she said.
Dib was a bit taken aback, "Um.hi. How is she talking already? She can't be more than half a day old!"
"As I've told you a million times, DIB," Zim said, "Irkens are much more advanced than you human stink-beasts. The girls should be completely mobile by tomorrow."
"Boy, that must suck," Gaz said, squatting down to get a good look at Maiz.
"What do you mean?" Zia asked.
"Human babies take months before they can move on their own," Gaz said, "Usually that gives their parents time to get used to them before they have to start chasing them everywhere."
Zim and Zia exchanged nervous glances. That was something they hadn't counted on.
Dib caught their worried expressions and grinned. "Surely a pair of ADVANCED aliens like you should be able to two babies, right ZIM?" Zim was about to reply, when Maiz threw one of GIR's toys at Dib's head. "Ow! Hey!"
Maiz laughed, picked up another toy and hit it against the floor.
"NOOO!" GIR cried, taking the toy away from her, "Don't hurt the piggy!!"
Maiz let the robot take the piggy, and picked up a chicken toy. She began chewing on its head.
As Dib rubbed his head, Zim smiled. "I changed my mind," he said to Zia, "I like that one best."
Zia just smiled and shook her head. Then she walked over to where Gaz was now letting Ziam use her arm for support as she tried to stand. "Aren't their heads a little big?" Gaz asked, "I mean, doesn't it over-balance them?"
Zia shrugged, "Apparently not. I mean, this is the way we were all born, and we're doing just fine."
Gaz nodded. Ziam lost her balance and clutched Gaz's arm tightly. Gaz suppressed a smile. "What are their names?" she asked.
"Well," Zia said, kneeling down next to her, "This one here is Ziam. And the one that attacked your brother is Maiz."
Gaz picked up Ziam, holding her at arm's length. Ziam smiled and reached out towards Gaz affectionately. "They are kinda cute," Gaz admitted.
Zia beamed.
Meanwhile, Zim was sitting Indian style with Maiz in his lap. Dib sat across from them, watching Maiz gnaw on the chicken toy. "How do you plan on disguising them?" he asked.
"Huh?" Zim asked.
"Well, you never really got rid of that bounty hunter," Dib said, "So it's probably not safe to leave them home alone. And how would you explain yourself bringing them to skool?"
Zim considered this. It certainly did prove to be a problem. "That is none of your concern, Dib-worm," he said after a moment, trying to hide his worry. "Right," Dib said sarcastically.
As Zim had been thinking, Maiz had crawled out of his lap and over to Dib. She tugged on his pant leg and he looked down at her. "What?" he asked her.
"Who're you?" she asked, looking more incredulous than curious.
"Uh.Dib," he said, then a thought struck him and he grinned, "Uncle Dib."
"WHAT?!?!" Zim cried.
"Unca Dib," Maiz repeated.
"That's right," Dib said, smirking.
"No it's NOT!!!" Zim protested, flailing his arms wildly.
"I think that's cute!" Zia said.
Zim slapped his forehead in frustration. This couldn't be happening! That horrible DIB!!!
"I guess that makes me Aunt Gaz," Gaz said.
"Ann Gaz!" Ziam said.
Zim growled and pounded his head against the couch. Leaning against the doorframe between the living room and kitchen, watching everything, APU smirked.
Soon after, Dib and Gaz were on their way out. Zia waved them off and then shut the door quickly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Zim just glowered in the direction of the door. "I can't believe you let them get away with that," he said.
"Would you stop??" she asked, exasperated, "Besides, we've got to worry about other things. Dib made a valid point. What are we going to do with the girls tomorrow?"
Zim looked over at the girls, who were nodding off on the couch, one on either side of GIR. He sighed and shook his head, "I don't know."
APU stepped forward. "Zim, Mistress, have you forgotten about me?" He turned to Zia, "You've proven that I don't need to keep constant vigilance over you, Mistress. I think I can handle keeping the girls safe for a few hours everyday."
"It's not just that, APU," Zia told him, "Who'll keep them out of trouble?"
"I like babies," GIR said, "I can watch 'em!"
Zim groaned, "We're doomed."
