Another Zim Hanukkah
Chapter Three: Day Three -- Happiness
[Missed a blessing? I did? o.o Dangit, I always mess somthing up... anyway, sorry 'bout that. I was actually lucky to get what info that I could on that. Anyway, thanks for the notice; I'll keep that info for future reference.]
On Sunday, December the 1st, in a small oddly shaped house (what? You didn't REALLY think that I wouldn't put more Gir and Zim in this?) across town, a tiny grey android was in agony, searching in vain for the gift his Master had given him the night before.
"Now now, Gir," Zim soothed, "I'm sure they're around somewhere..."
"You don't understand!" the robot cried, nearly in tears, "I NEED THEM!!" He rolled under the couch and hugged his knees to his chest.
"Gir, come out of there," Zim ordered, leaning over. "This is ludacris. I can always get them replaced."
Gir shot Zim a look of pure madness. "Replaced? REPLACED?! Replace is what you do for a chair, a TV, or even a toaster! But NOT for a pair of socks!!!"
"But they were only a dol---"
"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCKSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
Before Zim could say anything in reply, a loud, annoying buzzing echoed throughout the base. A look of panic fell across the Invader's face. "What is that!?"
Gir pulled himself out from under the couch, smiling as he recognized the sound. "It's the dryer! THAT'S where I put my socks!!!"
Zim sent his SIR a look of wary. "Dryer? What dryer?"
Ignoring the question, Gir stood upright and made his way to the kitchen. "You know Master, happiness is a warm pair of socks." He paused for a moment, then opened the entryway to the cellar. "I think I'll go get some happiness."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh man, don't tell me we're all out of potatoes!!"
Gaz bit her lip as she peered into the vegetable crisper. It was bare, save for the lone tomato which was slowly growing rotten. "How the heck can I make potato pancakes WITHOUT ANY POTATOES?!"
Slowly, *very* slowly, Dib approached the kitchen doorway. "Are you okay, Gaz?"
Gaz ran a hand through her hair and exhaled heavily. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little confused."
"Need any help?"
"Not from you."
Dib held up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay. Just asking." He turned around and went back to the TV.
Gaz sighed again. "How in the world did I get myself into this mess?" Suddenly, she had an idea. Saying nothing to Dib, she took off her apron, slipped out the back door, and ran into the city.
Once there, she made her way around several stores, looking to see of any one place had the items she needed. Then she came across a bakery that specialized in all kinds of holiday treats. Curious, she wandered inside to check the menue board, discovering that they were selling latkes at $3.00 a dozen. "Wow... you can't even get donuts at that price." So she shelled out some cash and picked up a carton.
Hurrying home, she snuck back in as quietly as she snuck out and noticed she had only been gone about 15 minutes. After hastily tying on her apron, she stuck her head into the living room to see Dib immersed in a cartoon. She made some clattering noises to make it seem like she was actually doing something, then in a few minutes announced that her latkes were ready.
"Dib, are you coming? DIB!" She stomped outside into the living room. "I worked hard on these, so you'd better... Dib?"
Dib sat staring at the TV, mumbling over and over to himself, "Kirby owns me... Kirby owns me... Kirby---"
==CLANG!!==
Dib held his head, feeling incredible pain as his eyes focused on his sister clutching the handle of a frying pan.
"Only *I* can own you! So get off your butt and get in the kitchen!"
"Y-yeah..." Dib replied as he staggered off the couch. "Say, something smells good. Gaz... did you...?"
A nod.
"Well great! Let's eat!" And he sat at the table, pulling up the plate of potato pancakes. "Wow, this looks really professional."
Gaz nodded nervously.
=bite, chew chew chew=
"They taste really good, too... wow, and you said you didn't know what you were doing." He took another big chomp. "Gaz, you're a natural."
"Uh... thanks," she said, feeling relieved. She sat down at the table and grabbed one for herself. (Wow, these really ARE good,) she thought to herself.
After a few moments of silent eating, Dib poured himself a glass of milk and drank it in one gulp. "Well, that was certainly an enjoyable afternoon snack." He looked over at the clock. "Although, I thought you were going to make these for supper, and it's not quote 2:30 as of yet. What do want to do until sunset?"
Now THAT was a question Gaz could easily answer. She took off her apron and tossed it over a chair. "I think I'll try to beat King Slorgus for the 15th time," she grinned, walking out of the room.
As she made her way up the stairs, she had to chuckle to herself as she realized how easily Dib had been duped. "I think that just proved that brothers are the dumbest form of mankind."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The evening ceremony went on without a hitch. Dib stood tall as he lit the third candle, ever so delicately putting the Shamish back in its proper holster. Dib would've gladly let Gaz take the lighting, but she never appeared to have any interest. That didn't bother the raven-haired boy any, since he loved to perform the lighting anyway.
Yarmulkahs on, candles lit, blessings said. It went on fine. Dib and Gaz walked over to the Menorah and kneeled down to the doors of the cupboard it was sitting on. Opening the doors, they placed their yarmulkahs on a shelf for stay safe until the next night. Dib ran upstairs to get Gaz's next gift, which was, underneath the ribbon and the tissue paper, a chain with a black rose pendant on it. [A/N - My God, I want one!!]
"Hey, cool." Gaz said when she opened it. She reached into her pocket and held out a fist. "Here's your gift. Sorry I couldn't wrap it." She thrust her fist towards the ground, releasing a neon green super ball.
It scared the life out of Dib, who wasn't expecting his gift to be thrown at him. The ball bounced off of Dib's big head and landed with a -plop- in his cupped hands. "Uh, thanks Gaz... just what I always wanted..." he lied.
"Yeah, sure," she said, returning to her usual post beside the livingroom lamp with her GS2.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Up in his room, Dib lay on his bed, bouncing the super ball against the wall, creating a rhythmatic -woosh bump plop- as he tossed it to the wall, it hit the wall, and it thwacked back against his hands. Today went fairly well, but there was still something...
"Missing."
He sighed.
"Maybe I can't pull this off... maybe it was a stupid idea to even try to do it Mom's way."
But no! He can't think like that. This is HANUKKAH, for crying out loud! Anything is possible.
"Or maybe... maybe I'm just looking at this the wrong way."
-woosh bump plop-
"Maybe I need to go over my plans... and re-think my strategy."
-woosh bump plop-
"Of course, spying on Zim wouldn't hurt..."
-woosh bump plop-
"...but I can't watch his candlelighting and attend mine at the same time!"
-woosh bump plop-
"I'll think of something."
-woosh bump plop-
"Then the world will see that I CAN do something right!!"
-woosh bump plop-
"And then maybe it'll be okay. Maybe things will be better. Maybe..."
-woosh bump BONK-
Dib rubbed his nose where the super ball had landed. "And maybe pigs will fly."
Chapter Three: Day Three -- Happiness
[Missed a blessing? I did? o.o Dangit, I always mess somthing up... anyway, sorry 'bout that. I was actually lucky to get what info that I could on that. Anyway, thanks for the notice; I'll keep that info for future reference.]
On Sunday, December the 1st, in a small oddly shaped house (what? You didn't REALLY think that I wouldn't put more Gir and Zim in this?) across town, a tiny grey android was in agony, searching in vain for the gift his Master had given him the night before.
"Now now, Gir," Zim soothed, "I'm sure they're around somewhere..."
"You don't understand!" the robot cried, nearly in tears, "I NEED THEM!!" He rolled under the couch and hugged his knees to his chest.
"Gir, come out of there," Zim ordered, leaning over. "This is ludacris. I can always get them replaced."
Gir shot Zim a look of pure madness. "Replaced? REPLACED?! Replace is what you do for a chair, a TV, or even a toaster! But NOT for a pair of socks!!!"
"But they were only a dol---"
"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCKSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
Before Zim could say anything in reply, a loud, annoying buzzing echoed throughout the base. A look of panic fell across the Invader's face. "What is that!?"
Gir pulled himself out from under the couch, smiling as he recognized the sound. "It's the dryer! THAT'S where I put my socks!!!"
Zim sent his SIR a look of wary. "Dryer? What dryer?"
Ignoring the question, Gir stood upright and made his way to the kitchen. "You know Master, happiness is a warm pair of socks." He paused for a moment, then opened the entryway to the cellar. "I think I'll go get some happiness."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh man, don't tell me we're all out of potatoes!!"
Gaz bit her lip as she peered into the vegetable crisper. It was bare, save for the lone tomato which was slowly growing rotten. "How the heck can I make potato pancakes WITHOUT ANY POTATOES?!"
Slowly, *very* slowly, Dib approached the kitchen doorway. "Are you okay, Gaz?"
Gaz ran a hand through her hair and exhaled heavily. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little confused."
"Need any help?"
"Not from you."
Dib held up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay. Just asking." He turned around and went back to the TV.
Gaz sighed again. "How in the world did I get myself into this mess?" Suddenly, she had an idea. Saying nothing to Dib, she took off her apron, slipped out the back door, and ran into the city.
Once there, she made her way around several stores, looking to see of any one place had the items she needed. Then she came across a bakery that specialized in all kinds of holiday treats. Curious, she wandered inside to check the menue board, discovering that they were selling latkes at $3.00 a dozen. "Wow... you can't even get donuts at that price." So she shelled out some cash and picked up a carton.
Hurrying home, she snuck back in as quietly as she snuck out and noticed she had only been gone about 15 minutes. After hastily tying on her apron, she stuck her head into the living room to see Dib immersed in a cartoon. She made some clattering noises to make it seem like she was actually doing something, then in a few minutes announced that her latkes were ready.
"Dib, are you coming? DIB!" She stomped outside into the living room. "I worked hard on these, so you'd better... Dib?"
Dib sat staring at the TV, mumbling over and over to himself, "Kirby owns me... Kirby owns me... Kirby---"
==CLANG!!==
Dib held his head, feeling incredible pain as his eyes focused on his sister clutching the handle of a frying pan.
"Only *I* can own you! So get off your butt and get in the kitchen!"
"Y-yeah..." Dib replied as he staggered off the couch. "Say, something smells good. Gaz... did you...?"
A nod.
"Well great! Let's eat!" And he sat at the table, pulling up the plate of potato pancakes. "Wow, this looks really professional."
Gaz nodded nervously.
=bite, chew chew chew=
"They taste really good, too... wow, and you said you didn't know what you were doing." He took another big chomp. "Gaz, you're a natural."
"Uh... thanks," she said, feeling relieved. She sat down at the table and grabbed one for herself. (Wow, these really ARE good,) she thought to herself.
After a few moments of silent eating, Dib poured himself a glass of milk and drank it in one gulp. "Well, that was certainly an enjoyable afternoon snack." He looked over at the clock. "Although, I thought you were going to make these for supper, and it's not quote 2:30 as of yet. What do want to do until sunset?"
Now THAT was a question Gaz could easily answer. She took off her apron and tossed it over a chair. "I think I'll try to beat King Slorgus for the 15th time," she grinned, walking out of the room.
As she made her way up the stairs, she had to chuckle to herself as she realized how easily Dib had been duped. "I think that just proved that brothers are the dumbest form of mankind."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The evening ceremony went on without a hitch. Dib stood tall as he lit the third candle, ever so delicately putting the Shamish back in its proper holster. Dib would've gladly let Gaz take the lighting, but she never appeared to have any interest. That didn't bother the raven-haired boy any, since he loved to perform the lighting anyway.
Yarmulkahs on, candles lit, blessings said. It went on fine. Dib and Gaz walked over to the Menorah and kneeled down to the doors of the cupboard it was sitting on. Opening the doors, they placed their yarmulkahs on a shelf for stay safe until the next night. Dib ran upstairs to get Gaz's next gift, which was, underneath the ribbon and the tissue paper, a chain with a black rose pendant on it. [A/N - My God, I want one!!]
"Hey, cool." Gaz said when she opened it. She reached into her pocket and held out a fist. "Here's your gift. Sorry I couldn't wrap it." She thrust her fist towards the ground, releasing a neon green super ball.
It scared the life out of Dib, who wasn't expecting his gift to be thrown at him. The ball bounced off of Dib's big head and landed with a -plop- in his cupped hands. "Uh, thanks Gaz... just what I always wanted..." he lied.
"Yeah, sure," she said, returning to her usual post beside the livingroom lamp with her GS2.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Up in his room, Dib lay on his bed, bouncing the super ball against the wall, creating a rhythmatic -woosh bump plop- as he tossed it to the wall, it hit the wall, and it thwacked back against his hands. Today went fairly well, but there was still something...
"Missing."
He sighed.
"Maybe I can't pull this off... maybe it was a stupid idea to even try to do it Mom's way."
But no! He can't think like that. This is HANUKKAH, for crying out loud! Anything is possible.
"Or maybe... maybe I'm just looking at this the wrong way."
-woosh bump plop-
"Maybe I need to go over my plans... and re-think my strategy."
-woosh bump plop-
"Of course, spying on Zim wouldn't hurt..."
-woosh bump plop-
"...but I can't watch his candlelighting and attend mine at the same time!"
-woosh bump plop-
"I'll think of something."
-woosh bump plop-
"Then the world will see that I CAN do something right!!"
-woosh bump plop-
"And then maybe it'll be okay. Maybe things will be better. Maybe..."
-woosh bump BONK-
Dib rubbed his nose where the super ball had landed. "And maybe pigs will fly."