DUNDUNDUN...the Chapter of Doom!
Not.
Gaz listened to her pitiful brother boast about his pitiful life.
They were walking home, as usual, Gaz focusing all attention and senses to her Game Slave
while Dib, oblivous to the fact she didn't care, rambled on about Zim. Gaz supressed the
urge to hurt/maim/impail her brother when he mentioned the partnership on the Cheese Cube report.
Gaz froze, somewhat atleast, she continued to play, midstep.
"You and...die piggy...that freaky Zim are going to be working together on a project at OUR
HOUSE?"
Dib was just as amazed as Gaz that'd she'd been listening to him. He jumped up and down a few
times. "Yes, Gaz...on the project thing. But I hope to actually infiltrate his base so that I can..."
Dib's moronic voice droned on and Gaz tuned him out once more, and resumed her walk.
...so, if Dib is at Zim's house, that means he won't be at our house...which means i'll be alone...
A gleeful, uncharacteristic grin spread across her face, earning an odd look from Dib.
"Do you know what this means, Gaz? It means I can finally get proof, REAL proof Zim's an alien
and SAVE THE WORLD!"
Gaz scowled darkly. "Dib. If you want to save the world, go join some monkey-rights group. That, or, prepare to die."
Meanwhile, Gir sat on the tiled floor of Zim's lab, crunchin happily away on some "chips" which were really stale cardboard and some
"cheese" which was really orange plastic that got melted for five seconds with some artificial flavoring sprinkled in. He'd stole it from some school in Florida.
"Whatcha doin', master?" He questioned, wiping excess spit and the liquid stuff disguised in as food from his mouth with the back of a hand.
Zim cackled manaically for a few moments, in which Gir lost interest and went to find his Pig. Zim finally quieted
down and explained his diabolical plan to, well, no one, since Gir left.
"When the human-fool comes over this afternoon, I will destroy him immediately. First the gnomes...yes...the GNOMES! Will
corner him in front of the door, and then, he will expect a warm, happy welcome from his Cheese partner, but instead he will succumb to the mighty powers
of the HURTY RAY!" Zim laughed again, this time interrupted by Gir's happy-go-lucky voice over the intercom.
"Hey, uhm, Master, your little friend's here. I let him in. We were watchin' the Scary Monkey, but he said he needed to see your labby stuff.
So I flushed 'im down the toilet, okiedokie?! WEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEE!" And then there was static.
Zim cried out as though attacked by stray weasels when he caught sight of Dib, in his lab.
[A/N: Short chapter...hadda brain freezesh! Anyway, tons of hugs to y'all that commented! THANK YOU! BTW, the part about the nachos,
it's a little inside joke a coupla people I know have going on. ^_^]
Not.
Gaz listened to her pitiful brother boast about his pitiful life.
They were walking home, as usual, Gaz focusing all attention and senses to her Game Slave
while Dib, oblivous to the fact she didn't care, rambled on about Zim. Gaz supressed the
urge to hurt/maim/impail her brother when he mentioned the partnership on the Cheese Cube report.
Gaz froze, somewhat atleast, she continued to play, midstep.
"You and...die piggy...that freaky Zim are going to be working together on a project at OUR
HOUSE?"
Dib was just as amazed as Gaz that'd she'd been listening to him. He jumped up and down a few
times. "Yes, Gaz...on the project thing. But I hope to actually infiltrate his base so that I can..."
Dib's moronic voice droned on and Gaz tuned him out once more, and resumed her walk.
...so, if Dib is at Zim's house, that means he won't be at our house...which means i'll be alone...
A gleeful, uncharacteristic grin spread across her face, earning an odd look from Dib.
"Do you know what this means, Gaz? It means I can finally get proof, REAL proof Zim's an alien
and SAVE THE WORLD!"
Gaz scowled darkly. "Dib. If you want to save the world, go join some monkey-rights group. That, or, prepare to die."
Meanwhile, Gir sat on the tiled floor of Zim's lab, crunchin happily away on some "chips" which were really stale cardboard and some
"cheese" which was really orange plastic that got melted for five seconds with some artificial flavoring sprinkled in. He'd stole it from some school in Florida.
"Whatcha doin', master?" He questioned, wiping excess spit and the liquid stuff disguised in as food from his mouth with the back of a hand.
Zim cackled manaically for a few moments, in which Gir lost interest and went to find his Pig. Zim finally quieted
down and explained his diabolical plan to, well, no one, since Gir left.
"When the human-fool comes over this afternoon, I will destroy him immediately. First the gnomes...yes...the GNOMES! Will
corner him in front of the door, and then, he will expect a warm, happy welcome from his Cheese partner, but instead he will succumb to the mighty powers
of the HURTY RAY!" Zim laughed again, this time interrupted by Gir's happy-go-lucky voice over the intercom.
"Hey, uhm, Master, your little friend's here. I let him in. We were watchin' the Scary Monkey, but he said he needed to see your labby stuff.
So I flushed 'im down the toilet, okiedokie?! WEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEE!" And then there was static.
Zim cried out as though attacked by stray weasels when he caught sight of Dib, in his lab.
[A/N: Short chapter...hadda brain freezesh! Anyway, tons of hugs to y'all that commented! THANK YOU! BTW, the part about the nachos,
it's a little inside joke a coupla people I know have going on. ^_^]