Yeah, I know it's taking me a while with all of this, but I just
realized...that I really should watch 'The Lion King' over again...;
Please excuse my idiocy. So, I GO GET IT FROM MY GWAMMA! YAY! ^^;
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Zim stood there in the middle of the living room, looking over the little blue pamphlet for what seemed like ages before his eyes stopped upon a rather interesting line. At least, it was interesting to him. "D-dib? That stinking human rotwad is going to be in the play?! A-and...he's...at the top of the list? This ISN'T RIGHT! How dare they put me on a list with that....f-filth!" he exclaimed, his eyes sliding to the door and glaring angrily at it.
"Master, you angry? Did the muffins do it?! DID THE MUFFINS HURT MASTER?!" GIR cried, going on a miniature rampage into the kitchen before a crash resounded into the other room, a few bolts rolling out and coming to a halt in front of Zim. "Whoooopsie! I FIX IT!"
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Meanwhile, back on the farm...
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With a sigh, the scythe-haired youngster pulled back from the window and plopped down onto the bed, his mind continuing to pick through the morning's events. After a second or so, he couldn't help but laugh. Him? In a play?! Surely, they were kidding. Yep, it had to be one gigantic prank. It was something he'd actually expect, a prank. He'd begun to break out into even more laughter until a voice caught his attention and he quickly headed back to the window.
"You! Stink beast! Get down here!" Zim called from the sidewalk, his arms crossed impatiently against his chest while GIR danced in circles around him.
"Zim? What're you doing here?" he replied, one of his eyes arching in a skeptical manner.
"Just get down here NOW!"
Finally, with a roll of his eyes, he dashed downstairs and skidded to a halt in front of the door, his hands twisting the knob and pulling it open so that he stood, face to face, with Zim. "Exactly what do y--" the boy began, though quickly interrupted by Zim's mad rants.
"You think you're better than me, don't you? Well, that's WRONG, you miserable excuse for a...thing. I know what you're trying to do...and I WILL prove to everyone that you 'huuuuman's are nothing but wads of moving, germ infested, pods of stupidity."the miniature green man stated, his head tilting backward somewhat in a 'superior' manner.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever it is...you're insane."
"DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME! Or feel the wrath of...um...nevermind that!" Swiftly, his hand shot forward, pressing his pamphlet against Dib's rounded glasses and causing his eyes to cross in a confused manner. "I know that you're trying to outdo me in this...town 'plaaay' of yours, and I just want you to know that I, with my superior playing skills, will RISE TO VICTORY! So be afraid, little stink beast...be very afraid...Because, I have a little surprise for you after it's all said and done...yes...a beautiful surprise...a surprise of amazing-ness...YOU WATCH FOR THE SURPRISE, DIB! AND YOU FEAR IT! FEAR IT LIKE...SPOOKS!"
Dib hardly had a chance to reply before Zim had taken off down the sidewalk while GIR stepped forward and looked up at him. "And just what do -you- want?" he asked as he propped his hands up against his waist.
GIR blinked. "Hee hee...Taco..."the little green dog giggled before heading off after his master.
"Superior...yeah, right...I'LL MAKE A FOOL OF YOU, ZIM! Just you wait..."he exclaimed, his hands moving to pull his coat a bit tighter against his figure before he headed back inside. In the back of his head, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of 'surprise' Zim was planning for him, though it was soon pushed away as he skidded to a halt in front of Gaz once more.
"You have to be in the play, Gaz! Zim's up to something...he says he's going to prove that humans are inferior...or something. JUST SAY YOU'LL BE IN IT!" he exclaimed, staring at her while a growl escaped his sister's throat.
She let out a sigh and reached for the lamp again, gripping it tightly. "Move, Dib...You're blocking my sight with your ugliness..."
The threat was rather...threatening (oO; God, my brain...turned to goo- mush by Pre-Cal), but he took a deep breath and held out his arms, shaking his head slowly. "Just say you'll be in the play, and I'll move...I'll...even buy you...$20 of new for you game, okay? Just say you'll be in it." She seemed ready to clock him any moment now, but decided against it.
"You're lucky I need new batteries, dork...and make that $30 dollars worth..."
He gave a tumultuous cheer and headed back upstairs again," This'll be PERFECT! You just wait, Zim, you just wait...I'll be the best Simba ever...RAAAAWR!!"
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Zim stood there in the middle of the living room, looking over the little blue pamphlet for what seemed like ages before his eyes stopped upon a rather interesting line. At least, it was interesting to him. "D-dib? That stinking human rotwad is going to be in the play?! A-and...he's...at the top of the list? This ISN'T RIGHT! How dare they put me on a list with that....f-filth!" he exclaimed, his eyes sliding to the door and glaring angrily at it.
"Master, you angry? Did the muffins do it?! DID THE MUFFINS HURT MASTER?!" GIR cried, going on a miniature rampage into the kitchen before a crash resounded into the other room, a few bolts rolling out and coming to a halt in front of Zim. "Whoooopsie! I FIX IT!"
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Meanwhile, back on the farm...
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With a sigh, the scythe-haired youngster pulled back from the window and plopped down onto the bed, his mind continuing to pick through the morning's events. After a second or so, he couldn't help but laugh. Him? In a play?! Surely, they were kidding. Yep, it had to be one gigantic prank. It was something he'd actually expect, a prank. He'd begun to break out into even more laughter until a voice caught his attention and he quickly headed back to the window.
"You! Stink beast! Get down here!" Zim called from the sidewalk, his arms crossed impatiently against his chest while GIR danced in circles around him.
"Zim? What're you doing here?" he replied, one of his eyes arching in a skeptical manner.
"Just get down here NOW!"
Finally, with a roll of his eyes, he dashed downstairs and skidded to a halt in front of the door, his hands twisting the knob and pulling it open so that he stood, face to face, with Zim. "Exactly what do y--" the boy began, though quickly interrupted by Zim's mad rants.
"You think you're better than me, don't you? Well, that's WRONG, you miserable excuse for a...thing. I know what you're trying to do...and I WILL prove to everyone that you 'huuuuman's are nothing but wads of moving, germ infested, pods of stupidity."the miniature green man stated, his head tilting backward somewhat in a 'superior' manner.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever it is...you're insane."
"DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME! Or feel the wrath of...um...nevermind that!" Swiftly, his hand shot forward, pressing his pamphlet against Dib's rounded glasses and causing his eyes to cross in a confused manner. "I know that you're trying to outdo me in this...town 'plaaay' of yours, and I just want you to know that I, with my superior playing skills, will RISE TO VICTORY! So be afraid, little stink beast...be very afraid...Because, I have a little surprise for you after it's all said and done...yes...a beautiful surprise...a surprise of amazing-ness...YOU WATCH FOR THE SURPRISE, DIB! AND YOU FEAR IT! FEAR IT LIKE...SPOOKS!"
Dib hardly had a chance to reply before Zim had taken off down the sidewalk while GIR stepped forward and looked up at him. "And just what do -you- want?" he asked as he propped his hands up against his waist.
GIR blinked. "Hee hee...Taco..."the little green dog giggled before heading off after his master.
"Superior...yeah, right...I'LL MAKE A FOOL OF YOU, ZIM! Just you wait..."he exclaimed, his hands moving to pull his coat a bit tighter against his figure before he headed back inside. In the back of his head, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of 'surprise' Zim was planning for him, though it was soon pushed away as he skidded to a halt in front of Gaz once more.
"You have to be in the play, Gaz! Zim's up to something...he says he's going to prove that humans are inferior...or something. JUST SAY YOU'LL BE IN IT!" he exclaimed, staring at her while a growl escaped his sister's throat.
She let out a sigh and reached for the lamp again, gripping it tightly. "Move, Dib...You're blocking my sight with your ugliness..."
The threat was rather...threatening (oO; God, my brain...turned to goo- mush by Pre-Cal), but he took a deep breath and held out his arms, shaking his head slowly. "Just say you'll be in the play, and I'll move...I'll...even buy you...$20 of new for you game, okay? Just say you'll be in it." She seemed ready to clock him any moment now, but decided against it.
"You're lucky I need new batteries, dork...and make that $30 dollars worth..."
He gave a tumultuous cheer and headed back upstairs again," This'll be PERFECT! You just wait, Zim, you just wait...I'll be the best Simba ever...RAAAAWR!!"