Christmas Party
DISCLAIMER: Kris belongs to me, 'cause she is me. Akira belongs to herself. Eeeeveryone else belongs to Jhonen Vasquez! Yay! Don't sue me!
Part I: Calls
"WHOO! CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRIIISTMAAAS!!!!!!!!" Kris yelled as she ran down the stairs of her little two-story house and right into the wall at the base of the flight.
Her housemate, Akira, glanced up at her from the magazine she was reading and shook her head, sighing.
"It's not Christmas yet," she said, smirking as Kris came over and sat beside her on the gaudy, over-stuffed red velour couch.
"I know that, but it is Christmas Eve... Erm.. Christmas Eve Day… And that means it's time for our Christmas party!!" Kris replied cheerfully.
"Oh no… I'd forgotten about that…" Akira dropped the magazine.
"Yep! I'm gonna go call everybody!"
"But... didn't you send invitations?"
"Sure did! But the mailbox ate them!!" And with that, Kris disappeared into the study.
Akira stared at the closed study door for a moment before going back to her magazine.
* * *
*RING!*
"Hm?" Zim looked up from his latest experiment (one that involved peanut butter and lemurs) at the computer screen which was flashing -PHONE- in bright red letters.
"Someone calling me?" he muttered as he boarded the small elevator that would take him to the house-level of his base.
Gir was sitting about three inches in front of the television screen, watching a Krazy Taco commercial and chewing on an old sock.
Zim glanced at the little robot, his imaginary eyebrow raised as he picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"HII!!!!" came the very loud reply, almost causing Zim to drop the phone.
"Kris? Why are you calling me? I am VERY busy! I have lemurs to make sticky!"
"Sticky lemurs?"
"… Yes."
"… Oh. Anyway, I just called to remind you about my Christmas party! You're coming right?"
"Christmas party? I don't have ti- GIR!!"
Gir, having very acute hearing when he wanted to, had hopped up at the word "party" and snatched the phone from Zim after tackling the Irken in a fit of hyperness.
"Oh course we'll come!" he said happily. "When does it start?!"
"Yay! It starts at five and lasts 'til midnight!"
"Presents?!"
"Yeah, we're gonna exchange some gifts."
"YAY! I want a box!"
"I'll keep that in mind! Don't be late, now! Bye! Tell Zim I said bye!"
"BYE!!"
Gir hung up the phone and grinned cutely at Zim who was brushing himself off.
"Let me guess... You told that weird little stinkbeast girl that we're going to her 'party'."
Gir nodded, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he sat back down in front of the TV. "It's at fiiiive o'clock!"
The little android gasped suddenly, getting up again and slipping into his green doggie suit. "WE HAFTA GO BUY PRESENTS!!!"
"Gir, there's no reason to-" But Zim was cut off once again as Gir grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out the door, fortunately wearing his disguise.
* * *
Dib was up in his room, searching all of his notes on Zim for some inspiration. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to come up with any good schemes for catching the green-skinned annoyance.
"If there was only some way to combine bees and water…" he muttered to himself.
He heard the phone ring downstairs, but dismissed it, figuring Gaz would get it as soon as it became a distraction from her gaming. He stopped his searching a few seconds later when he heard Gaz's voice. She almost sounded excited. There was a rush of footsteps and then a loud knock on the door.
"Dib. Open the door. Now," Gaz said.
My God, Dib thought to himself as he got up to open the door, noting his little sister's anxious tone, She is excited about something
"Yeah?" Dib asked after opening the door to find a wide-eyed Gaz clutching the phone like the thing was life itself.
"Christmas party. Five o'clock. Get dressed, we're going to the mall." She thrust the phone into his hands and went back downstairs to grab her coat.
Dib cautiously put the receiver to his ear. "Hello..?"
"Dibby! You and your sister are coming to my Christmas party!!" came the almost too fast to understand reply.
"… Kris?"
"Don't be late, five sharp! Go buy presents! And egg nog!" *CLICK*
"… Hello? Kris, are you there?" Dib sighed and turned the phone off when he heard the dial tone.
"Come on Dib!" Gaz called.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Dib replied as he trudged downstairs.
* * *
Johnny stared at the phone in complete disbelief. It was ringing. His phone was ringing. His phone.
He picked it up hesitantly. "Hello?"
"Nny, my bestest friend!"
"… Who is this?"
"Why, Nny, I'm ashamed! Don't even know the voice of your bestest friend… It's Kris!"
"Oh... How'd you get this number?"
"How d'you pay for your phone bill?"
"Nevermind. Did you want something in particular? I'm a very busy guy, y'know. I was just making some festive Christmas decorations to get me into the spirit."
"Glad to hear it, 'cause you're coming to my Christmas party tonight!"
"I am?"
"Uh-huh! Five 'til midnight! Bring presents for people! And why don'cha bring some of those decorations you're makin' too. We can trim the tree! I love holidays… Oh yeah, leave your 'voices' at home. I don't want D-Boy depressing people. Bye!"
Johnny set the phone down, smiling slightly. He was going to a party. Which meant he had friends.
"Stop it."
Johnny turned to find D-Boy behind him. "Stop what?"
"Enjoying yourself," the styrofoam display replied sharply.
Johnny got up off his couch and started toward the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" D-Boy called. "I'm talking to you!"
"I'm going out. I need to buy some gifts for the party. And don't touch my festive-ie festive things of festivity."
Mr. Fuck laughed from his place beside Psycho Doughboy. "That'a'boy, Johnny! Have fun! Kill people! Bring me back a candy cane!"
"… Shut up, Eff. Just shut the hell up," D-Boy growled.
* * *
*RING!* *RING!* *RING!* *CLIKIK*
"Hey, this is Joe. I'm probably off blowing something up or… something else involving explosives. Leave a message and your address, and I'll likely be by later to blow you up- er, I mean I'll call you back. Bye!"
Kris stared at the phone for a minute before hanging up.
"I hate answering machines."
* * *
One call to go. The call that was least likely to be successful. Unless…
"Hello!! You've reached.. *dramatic pause* an apartment! This is Tenna, how may I help you?" said the cheery girl into the telephone as she squeaked her little skeleton Spooky.
"Tenna! I'm having a Christmas party from five to midnight and I want you and Devi to come! You're the only one that can get her outta the house. You up to it?" came Kris's equally bright and sunshiny voice from the receiver.
"We sure are, right Spooky? *Squeek!* We'll be there! Bye!"
"Who was that?" Devi asked as she peeked her head into the living room from the kitchen.
"Christmas party!" Tenna said happily as she shoved Devi through the front door.
