Invaders of Wal-Mart!
by Dib's Stalker
http://www.holly-cat.com/

Author's Note: THEY SAID IT COULDN'T BE DONE!!! *cackles*

Random Person: They? Who's they?

SHUT UP!!! *throws a toaster at the person* Anyways, I came up with this idea a longgg time ago but I haven't gotten up off my lazy arse to write it until now. This is a multiple chapter story and there will be slash (ZADR) later. Just warnin' ya. The next chapter will be up when I feel like it. And I am Remy, but that's not my real name (Why couldn't I have a cool name like that?!) and I don't look like that (yet) or own a convertible (yet). So there!

(Originally published on 09/30/02 at holly-cat.com)

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Dib looked at the person beside him nervously as a Linkin Park song blared loudly. They were on their way to Wal-Mart in a green convertible (top down), complete with blue flames painted on the front, fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror and little bobbling head cats, dogs and even a pig on the dash. In the backseat, Zim also looked uncomfortable as it seemed they were going at over one hundred miles per hour. He couldn't even feel his face. He was envied Dib who got to set in the front seat.

Zim leaned over so the chair in front of him would shield the wind some. The driver sang along to Crawling rather loudly. Dib finally spoke up, although he had to shout pretty loud. "Don't you think we're going too fast?"

The girl looked over at him with her sparkling green eyes, light reflecting off her silver glasses, as she paused from her singing for a nano second as she quickly blurted out "Nah, we're almost there anyway." so she could continue singing. They pulled into a parking lot and found a parking space that was really close to the store (don'tcha love it when you're lucky enough to get one of those?).

Zim got out as soon as the engine stopped, licking his chapped lips. Dib got out afterwards while the girl took off the CD player faceplate and hid in underneath the passenger's seat, then she got out. She had orange hair with black highlights which looked kind of freaky with her green eyes, she wore a pair of black boots, black baggy pants and a black hug tee that said "LINKIN PARK OWNS YOU!!!" on the front in white letters.

She looked up at the large sign which said 'Wal-Mart' and grinned. "We're here, boys!"

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Zim ran ahead of the other two, looking back at them. Not noticing what was in front of him, he smacked into the door. Ruby eyes looked up at it. "Filthy door! Open! OPEN FOR ZIM!!!" As soon as he said that, the glass doors swung back to allow him inside. Zim gaped.

"The doors! THE DOORS KNOW THEIR TRUE MASTER!!!" He walked through, the doors closed. He walked back to the doors and they opened, he walked through again grinning insanely. Dib stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at Zim, who squeaked at him "These doors obey my command!"

Dib shook his head and continued walking, the doors opened when he got there and Zim scowled at them. "How dare you betray your master, the mighty ZIM!!!" He kicked the door violently, then widened his eyes and held his foot, letting out a cry. He hopped inside with the girl following him, shaking her head and not saying anything.

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"NO! It's mine!" Zim screamed as pushed Dib off the motorized wheelchair and sat in the seat. "But I want it!" Dib shouted. It was the only one there. They both continued to fight, Dib managing to gain back the seat. Zim got fed up. "Well, if you won't move... !" He glared, then took a seat on Dib's lap. Dib flushed instantly and didn't move or say anything for a second. He then picked Zim up, who's eyes widen and he squirmed in Dib's grasp. Dib got up and sat Zim on the seat, walking away. The Irken blinked.

Suddenly the girl caught up with him (let's just say she thought she saw Mike Shinoda in the parking lot. *sweatdrop*) and saw the wheelchair. "RIDE!" she squeaked, then jumped in the basket on the front and surprising Zim. Just then, a Wal-Mart employee came over.

"Uhm... excuse me, but that is reserved for our elderly customers." Zim and the Linkin Park obsessed girl scowled and got up, walking off. "It's your fault, Remee!" Remy hit Zim on the head, "Was not!", and walked off.

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Ending Note: Yes, the name is Remy (REM-my), but that's the fancy way of pronouncing it. I prefer to say Remee (Re-me).