A brief note for many who are reading this story for the first time. I haven't written Zim in awhile, besides the recent Reign chapter, and I blame this mostly on work and social life (BAH!) However, summer is upon me so I'm going to have enough time to be updating all my stories once more (THANK YOU INSOMNIA!). If you haven't read any of my stuff, RUN DONT WALK to read Invader Dib, Invader Dib 2: When Worlds Collide, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: I am Jack's Homicidal Tendencies, Zim: The Reign, and of course this story, Zim: The College Years. I've been told by this paid man in a bikini that my stories are piss your pants funny.
Man in Bikini: I enjoy Moneys.
Of course you do. Now sit back and enjoy a little thing I like to call, "Poopee McGee." *stares off into distance as sanity leaves him*
Invader Zim: The College Years
Chapter 7: Strips Ahoy!
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" Dib said, staring up at the ceiling throwing a ball up and down.
"Listen this can't be that hard." said a Dib's neighbor who lived right next door, sitting in Dib's desk next to the bed. "I mean we have all this technology and stuff, why don't we watch a dvd movie? We could surf the dsl line internet. We could talk to a man in China using our cellular phones. Heck we can even destroy the planet with our huge morphing robots of mass destruction AND MAKE THE STREETS RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE SINNERS!"
"?" Dib looked up in a confused state at his neighbor.
"I mean, if we had destroying robots.....I'm gonna go now."
"You do that." Dib slammed the door behind his obviously crazy neighbor and slumped against the door. "Why is college so unbelievably exciting one minute and so dull the other? Think Dib, think. MUST....DO....SOMETHING!"
Five hours later....
"I WAS SO CLOSE!" Zim cried out, practically kicking the door to the room down, making Dib leap from his place in front of the closet. "IF NOT FOR THOSE HORRIBLE CHARMIN ADS I WOULD HAVE....What are you doing?"
"Watching Gir, Gaz, and Mr. Ed re-enact Hamlet." Dib pointed to the three banes of his existence, running amok within their closet prison, eating newspaper comics and making sculputures out of the peanut butter that was falling out of Mr. Ed's mouth.
"Is this the way that human theatre operates?" Zim asked scratching his chin.
"Of course not. During the part when the three witches were supposed to appear, Gaz started vomiting into Gir's exhaust pipe and Mr. Ed cried himself to sleep in the corner."
"Hmmmmmmmm I don't care." Zim slapped Dib over the head, almost hitting him into the closet where he would nearly be mauled to death by the three lunatics. He managed to pull himself back before he fell in completely.
"DAMN IT ZIM! YOU ALMOST..." Before Dib could finish his sentence, Gir's metallic hand, Gaz's boney fingers, and Mr. Ed's hoof was pawing at his jacket.
"We like Fiber." They said simultaneously as they continued petting. Dib slinked back in horror and closed the door to the closet, once again sealing up the three insane asylum escapees.
"Have you done that paper for Biology class yet?" Dib asked Zim as he regained his composure and tried to stop himself from strangling his misbegotten roommate.
"What's a paper?" Zim asked curiously, working on one of his many inventions.
"Oh come on, we've been in school for a good three months and you don't know what a paper is?"
"OOOHHHH A PAAAPPPPEERRRR!" Zim smiled, then once again ignored Dib and went back to his work.
"........."
"........."
"Zim?"
"......."
"ZIM!"
"What?"
"So did you do the paper or what? Jesus man I'm trying to make pleasant conversation here so we can at least pretend we're roommates in this dank hole called a dorm, so answer my questions when I ask them!"
"Paper....Right....Ok I know what this is. Here." Zim stopped tooling around and reached into his desk drawer. He pulled out an object and slapped it on Dib's lap. "It's a guaranteed "Abe"."
"...." Dib looked down at what Zim had slapped on his lap. "Uhhhh Zim?"
"Yes monkey boy?"
"This isn't a paper. This is a urinal cake with the words..." Dib studied the urinal cake closely. "'Biology Ape' written on it."
"Just wait till it activates." Zim said smiling, returning to his work.
"When does that happen?" Dib asked, poking at the cake with his finger.
"When does what happen?"
"The activation!"
"Of what?"
"OF THE....Forget it, just forget it." Dib placed the urinal cake on the ground and once again stared up the ceiling, contemplating his horrible life.
"Oh by the way," Zim said, turning his chair to his roommate. "The stink students on our floor are taking their "Pimp Daddy" ie THE GREAT ZIM! to a Stripe Club tonight. You must accompany me once again."
"A what club?" Dib asked jumping out of his bed.
"A Stipe Club. Apparently there are many a stripers there who will give you a loop dance if you stuff moneys into their B strings."
"OHHH A STRIP CLUB!" Dib proclaimed loudly as he looked over to Zim, still working on his inventions.
"Yes that must be it." Zim finished his tooling and walked over to Dib. "Now tell me what truly does happen at these 'Sttrrrriiiipppp' Clobs."
"Clubs." Dib corrected. "Basically men who have a difficult time getting their mojo workin' go to these places and waste their paychecks on women who will never be there for them, all for the satisfaction of their libidos."
"Hmmmmmm...." Zim pondered. "Is this libido a beast the controls men? Is it a food?"
"Sure Zim." Dib said rolling his eyes. "Its a food."
"VERY WELL!" Zim cried out, jumping on top of his chair. "To fool you wretched stink beasts into believing I am one of you, I SHALL DIGEST MANY A LIBIDO THIS NIGHT! YOU WILL SEE HOW MANY LIBIDOS ZIM EATS!"
"I can believe it." Dib laughed hysterically as Zim paid no attention and stood still in his victorious pose.
"Now all that is needed is your assistance and presence on this night and I will be set for the evening." Zim said pointing at the still laughing Dib. "You dare to still laugh at the trials of Zim? Your toenails shall feel my wrath! FEEL THE WRATH!"
Zim jumped at Dib and began pawing uselessly at Dib's toenails through the aspiring paranormal investigators sandals.
"Stop it."
"Fair enough."
"Listen Zim. First of all, I'm not going with you on your Strip Club extravanganza because I've had enough crazy girls in my life and would rather not pay for them to take off their clothes, I'm classier than that after all." Dib looked up, posing very respectfully with Zim continuing to paw at his toenails. "Second, I highly doubt you'd be ready for a human strip club AND STOP PAWING AT MY TOENAILS!"
"I can handle anything your pathetic planet throws at me. Now tell me of this club."
"Well, let me think of a way to describe this to you..." Dib pondered for about a minute as Zim finally stopped pawing at Dib's toenails. "All right you have females on your planet right?"
"Correct."
"Right, well don't you males ever want to, y'know, get any?"
"Get any?" Zim rose an eyebrow confused as to Dib's meaning.
"You know, knock boots. Clean House. Empty the pipes. Have a wingding. Is any of this getting through?" Dib asked, Zim still looking confused. "All right, SEX! YOU KNOW SEX?"
"Sex?"
"Jesus." Dib slapped his hand to his face. "Ok you know when a male and a female get together and they do something and then there's a baby."
"........"
"*Sigh*" Dib motioned for Zim to watch his hands, put his left index finger and thumb together and pushed his right finger in the hole back and forth.
"OH! YOU MEAN CAKING!" Zim yelled out.
"Caking? That's how Irkens reproduce? How does it work?"
"Well first you get a stadium sized bowl. Then a squeegee. Next one must obtain a spatula of varying colors. Once the spatula has molted then you..."
"STOP! I don't want to know." Dib fell back down on his bed, trying not to contemplate the thought of 'caking'.
"Very well. But you're missing out." Zim said smiling on his own bed. "......I've had many a cake."
"AAAAAAAAA! NO NO NO!" Dib wrapped his pillow around his ears and banged his legs against his mattress.
"But anyway, you will be attending this night's festivities with me once again and I shall promise to....."
"What?"
"Promise to not use your toothbrush to clean up Mr. Ed's accidents."
"OH MY GOD NO!" Dib cried out realizing the horror of his toothbrush. "....You are so dead."
"Is it a bargain?"
"Yeah, fine. Just for the love of all that is holy don't touch my stuff." Dib said as he began inspecting the rest of his things to see if Zim had tampered with them in anyway.
"AGREED! Now for this evening's wretched monument to stinkiness, I have designed my newest and most dazzling attire. BEHOLD!" Zim rain behind his desk out of Dib's sight, changed into his new 'attire' and jumped out. The invader was wearing a horrible green and blue polyester suit with bowling shoes and pants to match. His hair was slicked back with the gel still showing in a thick layer on the top of his fake hair. Tiny pieces of black paper were glued to his chin to give the appearance of a goatee.
"........So dead." Dib clenched his fist.
An hour later.....
Dib and Zim got out of one of the many cabs which had headed to the strip joint, carrying a number of rowdy college students. Dib patted down his clothing for the night, a long black jackets, a shirt that read 'The world is a vampire' and black leather pants that were seemingly a little too tight.
"Man Pimp Daddy Zim," One of the rowdy college students came up to Zim and wrapped his arm around the Irken. "Did you really have to bring your roommate along?"
"Uhhhh..." Zim turned on a small device that was invisible to the naked eye on his neck and replied. "Foo shizzle my nizzle. The square's got my back in case the shizzle hits the fizzle if you get my slang? Whattup now?"
"You DA BOMB PDZ!" The kid said, pointing his fingers at Zim and walking away.
"What the hell was that?" Dib asked, looking at Zim.
"That my hipsta nooge is what we homies likes to calls My newest inventionz 'The College Lingomatic' Givin' yours truly, college speakin verbage on your ass. Comprende?"
"You invented a device to speak 'College'?"
"Foooo sheeezzzeeee."
".......Lets get this over with."
"No doubt. Givin a shout out. Bootylicious."
The crowd of college kids entered into the strip club and sat down at individual tables, Zim and Dib of course being at one along with two other college students.
"So PDZ, hows it hanging?" One of the kids sitting at the table asked Zim.
"Bootylicious." Zim replied, looking very confused.
"What?"
"Bootylicious."
"Uhmmmm is he all right?" One of the kids asked Dib.
"Bootylicious."
"ZIM STOP SAYING BOOTYLICIOUS!" Dib said poking Zim.
"Bootylicious."
"Oh my God his stupid machine must be stuck." Dib thought to himself deciding to let it go and try to act normal. "So how are everyone's classes going?"
"Bootylicious." Zim replied, trying to stop the machine.
".....Yeah we're gonna try to get a closer seat to the ladies." The two college kids got up and walked over to the dancing ladies.
"Bootylicious!" Zim tried to stop the machine with all his might, now with a look of horror on his face.
"All right listen Zim. Here's twenty dollars. Go over to the ladies and start shoving it in their pants."
"Bootylicious?" Zim replied, giving up on trying to repair his College Lingo Machine.
"To blend in, remember after this you leave me and my stuff the hell alone! I won't be privy to your stupid schemes anymore."
"Bootylicious." Zim walked toward the dancing ladies, leaving Dib to his own devices.
"Hi." A waitress in a scantily clad outfit rang out as she walked up to Dib. "My name is Kat. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks." Dib said, trying to mask his embarrasment at the close to naked waitress.
"Come on. Don't be so sad. Hows about telling me something about yourself. Your life story maybe? I'm a good listener."
Dib smiled.
Three hours later.....
"SO THERE HE IS FREAKING TRYING TO BLOW UP THE EARTH WITH A SPONGE! A SPONGE! After that whole ordeal thing's got pretty quiet, but now I'm stuck with him as my roommate, my sister's deranged and living in my closet, the alien's robot won't stop pestering me, and Mister Ed keeps eating peanut butter so his lips will move SO IT'LL LOOK LIKE HE'S TALKING!"
Kat blinked once or twice, still sitting at the table listening to Dib.
"But I'm sure you'll think I'm crazy."
"I've heard crazier things Dib." She said as she looked over at the dancing girls.
"Guess you.....Wait a minute how did you know my nam..."
"Why I even heard a story about an Irken Invader who once crushed the dreams of another invader just to get a snack out of a vending machine." She continued on, no longer paying attention to Dib. "AND THEN FOILED HER PLANS ONCE AGAIN WHEN SHE TRIED TO GAIN RETRIBUTION! AAAAAAAAAA!"
"I'm not following." Dib said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"For the love of..." Kat replied. "You really haven't figured out who I am yet?"
Dib shook his head.
"K-A-T! BACKWARDS!"
"Tik?"
"No you idiot, TAK! I'M TAK!"
"........."
"BOOTYLICIOUS!" Zim cried out.
End Chapter 7.
OOOOOOO! What will happen next? How did this happen to Tak, the hideous not quite new anymore Irken Invader? What Will Dib Do? Will Zim ever stop saying Bootylicious? Where do babies come from?
All this and more in Chapter 8: Strips Ahoy Numero Dos!
Man in Bikini: I enjoy Moneys.
Of course you do. Now sit back and enjoy a little thing I like to call, "Poopee McGee." *stares off into distance as sanity leaves him*
Invader Zim: The College Years
Chapter 7: Strips Ahoy!
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" Dib said, staring up at the ceiling throwing a ball up and down.
"Listen this can't be that hard." said a Dib's neighbor who lived right next door, sitting in Dib's desk next to the bed. "I mean we have all this technology and stuff, why don't we watch a dvd movie? We could surf the dsl line internet. We could talk to a man in China using our cellular phones. Heck we can even destroy the planet with our huge morphing robots of mass destruction AND MAKE THE STREETS RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE SINNERS!"
"?" Dib looked up in a confused state at his neighbor.
"I mean, if we had destroying robots.....I'm gonna go now."
"You do that." Dib slammed the door behind his obviously crazy neighbor and slumped against the door. "Why is college so unbelievably exciting one minute and so dull the other? Think Dib, think. MUST....DO....SOMETHING!"
Five hours later....
"I WAS SO CLOSE!" Zim cried out, practically kicking the door to the room down, making Dib leap from his place in front of the closet. "IF NOT FOR THOSE HORRIBLE CHARMIN ADS I WOULD HAVE....What are you doing?"
"Watching Gir, Gaz, and Mr. Ed re-enact Hamlet." Dib pointed to the three banes of his existence, running amok within their closet prison, eating newspaper comics and making sculputures out of the peanut butter that was falling out of Mr. Ed's mouth.
"Is this the way that human theatre operates?" Zim asked scratching his chin.
"Of course not. During the part when the three witches were supposed to appear, Gaz started vomiting into Gir's exhaust pipe and Mr. Ed cried himself to sleep in the corner."
"Hmmmmmmmm I don't care." Zim slapped Dib over the head, almost hitting him into the closet where he would nearly be mauled to death by the three lunatics. He managed to pull himself back before he fell in completely.
"DAMN IT ZIM! YOU ALMOST..." Before Dib could finish his sentence, Gir's metallic hand, Gaz's boney fingers, and Mr. Ed's hoof was pawing at his jacket.
"We like Fiber." They said simultaneously as they continued petting. Dib slinked back in horror and closed the door to the closet, once again sealing up the three insane asylum escapees.
"Have you done that paper for Biology class yet?" Dib asked Zim as he regained his composure and tried to stop himself from strangling his misbegotten roommate.
"What's a paper?" Zim asked curiously, working on one of his many inventions.
"Oh come on, we've been in school for a good three months and you don't know what a paper is?"
"OOOHHHH A PAAAPPPPEERRRR!" Zim smiled, then once again ignored Dib and went back to his work.
"........."
"........."
"Zim?"
"......."
"ZIM!"
"What?"
"So did you do the paper or what? Jesus man I'm trying to make pleasant conversation here so we can at least pretend we're roommates in this dank hole called a dorm, so answer my questions when I ask them!"
"Paper....Right....Ok I know what this is. Here." Zim stopped tooling around and reached into his desk drawer. He pulled out an object and slapped it on Dib's lap. "It's a guaranteed "Abe"."
"...." Dib looked down at what Zim had slapped on his lap. "Uhhhh Zim?"
"Yes monkey boy?"
"This isn't a paper. This is a urinal cake with the words..." Dib studied the urinal cake closely. "'Biology Ape' written on it."
"Just wait till it activates." Zim said smiling, returning to his work.
"When does that happen?" Dib asked, poking at the cake with his finger.
"When does what happen?"
"The activation!"
"Of what?"
"OF THE....Forget it, just forget it." Dib placed the urinal cake on the ground and once again stared up the ceiling, contemplating his horrible life.
"Oh by the way," Zim said, turning his chair to his roommate. "The stink students on our floor are taking their "Pimp Daddy" ie THE GREAT ZIM! to a Stripe Club tonight. You must accompany me once again."
"A what club?" Dib asked jumping out of his bed.
"A Stipe Club. Apparently there are many a stripers there who will give you a loop dance if you stuff moneys into their B strings."
"OHHH A STRIP CLUB!" Dib proclaimed loudly as he looked over to Zim, still working on his inventions.
"Yes that must be it." Zim finished his tooling and walked over to Dib. "Now tell me what truly does happen at these 'Sttrrrriiiipppp' Clobs."
"Clubs." Dib corrected. "Basically men who have a difficult time getting their mojo workin' go to these places and waste their paychecks on women who will never be there for them, all for the satisfaction of their libidos."
"Hmmmmmm...." Zim pondered. "Is this libido a beast the controls men? Is it a food?"
"Sure Zim." Dib said rolling his eyes. "Its a food."
"VERY WELL!" Zim cried out, jumping on top of his chair. "To fool you wretched stink beasts into believing I am one of you, I SHALL DIGEST MANY A LIBIDO THIS NIGHT! YOU WILL SEE HOW MANY LIBIDOS ZIM EATS!"
"I can believe it." Dib laughed hysterically as Zim paid no attention and stood still in his victorious pose.
"Now all that is needed is your assistance and presence on this night and I will be set for the evening." Zim said pointing at the still laughing Dib. "You dare to still laugh at the trials of Zim? Your toenails shall feel my wrath! FEEL THE WRATH!"
Zim jumped at Dib and began pawing uselessly at Dib's toenails through the aspiring paranormal investigators sandals.
"Stop it."
"Fair enough."
"Listen Zim. First of all, I'm not going with you on your Strip Club extravanganza because I've had enough crazy girls in my life and would rather not pay for them to take off their clothes, I'm classier than that after all." Dib looked up, posing very respectfully with Zim continuing to paw at his toenails. "Second, I highly doubt you'd be ready for a human strip club AND STOP PAWING AT MY TOENAILS!"
"I can handle anything your pathetic planet throws at me. Now tell me of this club."
"Well, let me think of a way to describe this to you..." Dib pondered for about a minute as Zim finally stopped pawing at Dib's toenails. "All right you have females on your planet right?"
"Correct."
"Right, well don't you males ever want to, y'know, get any?"
"Get any?" Zim rose an eyebrow confused as to Dib's meaning.
"You know, knock boots. Clean House. Empty the pipes. Have a wingding. Is any of this getting through?" Dib asked, Zim still looking confused. "All right, SEX! YOU KNOW SEX?"
"Sex?"
"Jesus." Dib slapped his hand to his face. "Ok you know when a male and a female get together and they do something and then there's a baby."
"........"
"*Sigh*" Dib motioned for Zim to watch his hands, put his left index finger and thumb together and pushed his right finger in the hole back and forth.
"OH! YOU MEAN CAKING!" Zim yelled out.
"Caking? That's how Irkens reproduce? How does it work?"
"Well first you get a stadium sized bowl. Then a squeegee. Next one must obtain a spatula of varying colors. Once the spatula has molted then you..."
"STOP! I don't want to know." Dib fell back down on his bed, trying not to contemplate the thought of 'caking'.
"Very well. But you're missing out." Zim said smiling on his own bed. "......I've had many a cake."
"AAAAAAAAA! NO NO NO!" Dib wrapped his pillow around his ears and banged his legs against his mattress.
"But anyway, you will be attending this night's festivities with me once again and I shall promise to....."
"What?"
"Promise to not use your toothbrush to clean up Mr. Ed's accidents."
"OH MY GOD NO!" Dib cried out realizing the horror of his toothbrush. "....You are so dead."
"Is it a bargain?"
"Yeah, fine. Just for the love of all that is holy don't touch my stuff." Dib said as he began inspecting the rest of his things to see if Zim had tampered with them in anyway.
"AGREED! Now for this evening's wretched monument to stinkiness, I have designed my newest and most dazzling attire. BEHOLD!" Zim rain behind his desk out of Dib's sight, changed into his new 'attire' and jumped out. The invader was wearing a horrible green and blue polyester suit with bowling shoes and pants to match. His hair was slicked back with the gel still showing in a thick layer on the top of his fake hair. Tiny pieces of black paper were glued to his chin to give the appearance of a goatee.
"........So dead." Dib clenched his fist.
An hour later.....
Dib and Zim got out of one of the many cabs which had headed to the strip joint, carrying a number of rowdy college students. Dib patted down his clothing for the night, a long black jackets, a shirt that read 'The world is a vampire' and black leather pants that were seemingly a little too tight.
"Man Pimp Daddy Zim," One of the rowdy college students came up to Zim and wrapped his arm around the Irken. "Did you really have to bring your roommate along?"
"Uhhhh..." Zim turned on a small device that was invisible to the naked eye on his neck and replied. "Foo shizzle my nizzle. The square's got my back in case the shizzle hits the fizzle if you get my slang? Whattup now?"
"You DA BOMB PDZ!" The kid said, pointing his fingers at Zim and walking away.
"What the hell was that?" Dib asked, looking at Zim.
"That my hipsta nooge is what we homies likes to calls My newest inventionz 'The College Lingomatic' Givin' yours truly, college speakin verbage on your ass. Comprende?"
"You invented a device to speak 'College'?"
"Foooo sheeezzzeeee."
".......Lets get this over with."
"No doubt. Givin a shout out. Bootylicious."
The crowd of college kids entered into the strip club and sat down at individual tables, Zim and Dib of course being at one along with two other college students.
"So PDZ, hows it hanging?" One of the kids sitting at the table asked Zim.
"Bootylicious." Zim replied, looking very confused.
"What?"
"Bootylicious."
"Uhmmmm is he all right?" One of the kids asked Dib.
"Bootylicious."
"ZIM STOP SAYING BOOTYLICIOUS!" Dib said poking Zim.
"Bootylicious."
"Oh my God his stupid machine must be stuck." Dib thought to himself deciding to let it go and try to act normal. "So how are everyone's classes going?"
"Bootylicious." Zim replied, trying to stop the machine.
".....Yeah we're gonna try to get a closer seat to the ladies." The two college kids got up and walked over to the dancing ladies.
"Bootylicious!" Zim tried to stop the machine with all his might, now with a look of horror on his face.
"All right listen Zim. Here's twenty dollars. Go over to the ladies and start shoving it in their pants."
"Bootylicious?" Zim replied, giving up on trying to repair his College Lingo Machine.
"To blend in, remember after this you leave me and my stuff the hell alone! I won't be privy to your stupid schemes anymore."
"Bootylicious." Zim walked toward the dancing ladies, leaving Dib to his own devices.
"Hi." A waitress in a scantily clad outfit rang out as she walked up to Dib. "My name is Kat. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks." Dib said, trying to mask his embarrasment at the close to naked waitress.
"Come on. Don't be so sad. Hows about telling me something about yourself. Your life story maybe? I'm a good listener."
Dib smiled.
Three hours later.....
"SO THERE HE IS FREAKING TRYING TO BLOW UP THE EARTH WITH A SPONGE! A SPONGE! After that whole ordeal thing's got pretty quiet, but now I'm stuck with him as my roommate, my sister's deranged and living in my closet, the alien's robot won't stop pestering me, and Mister Ed keeps eating peanut butter so his lips will move SO IT'LL LOOK LIKE HE'S TALKING!"
Kat blinked once or twice, still sitting at the table listening to Dib.
"But I'm sure you'll think I'm crazy."
"I've heard crazier things Dib." She said as she looked over at the dancing girls.
"Guess you.....Wait a minute how did you know my nam..."
"Why I even heard a story about an Irken Invader who once crushed the dreams of another invader just to get a snack out of a vending machine." She continued on, no longer paying attention to Dib. "AND THEN FOILED HER PLANS ONCE AGAIN WHEN SHE TRIED TO GAIN RETRIBUTION! AAAAAAAAAA!"
"I'm not following." Dib said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"For the love of..." Kat replied. "You really haven't figured out who I am yet?"
Dib shook his head.
"K-A-T! BACKWARDS!"
"Tik?"
"No you idiot, TAK! I'M TAK!"
"........."
"BOOTYLICIOUS!" Zim cried out.
End Chapter 7.
OOOOOOO! What will happen next? How did this happen to Tak, the hideous not quite new anymore Irken Invader? What Will Dib Do? Will Zim ever stop saying Bootylicious? Where do babies come from?
All this and more in Chapter 8: Strips Ahoy Numero Dos!