[Hmm... I suppose I should shove a disclaimer in here. Well, I don't own Zim, or Bisquick, or Kirby, or a 24-7 store, or Hanukkah. I just want to do this for your enjoyment and my personal enlightenment. 'Sides, writin' fics is fun! ^_^]
Another Zim Hanukkah
Chapter Five: Day Five - Exploring
After a surprisingly uneventful day at skool, Dib wandering into his home and noticed, for the first time, in weeks, his father was home.
"That's good... maybe I can get some advice on how to work better with Gaz." He strode downstairs into Prof. Membrane's lab, where the studious scientist was hunched over a blueprint.
"Hey Dad..." Dib started. "Can you do me a favor and---"
"Now not my boy, I need to start drawing this map of the Internet."
Dib paused a moment to contemplate if such a thing was even possible before continuing. "Well yeah, but um... I was wondering if you could give me some advice."
"Oh really?" Asked the professor without looking up. "What about?"
"Getting along with others."
This was enough to make the larger human stare at his son. Dib? Wanting to be *social*?? "P-pull up a ch-chair, there, D-dib..."
The boy obeyed.
Prof. Membrane cleared his throat and pulled a chair up of his own. "Now um, what exactly is on your mind?"
"I want to improve my relationship with someone, but... well, they're rather distant towards me."
"How come?"
"They don't like me."
"Any reason why?"
Dib thought about the argument he had had with his sister the night before. "She thinks I'm a big-headed freak of nature."
"Now there, son..." said the professor, leaning over and placing a gentle hand on Dib's shoulder, "Yes, your head is big, but you can't control that. However, you're human, so your no freak of nature unless the rest of mankind is. This girl must have a reason to see you as something freakishly unnatural, so perhaps you need to change your approach on her."
"...what?"
"Try acting differently. Be a bit nicer."
"But then she'll walk all over me!"
"But will she like you?"
Dib stopped. Gaz DID like having her way...
"Ah, NOW we're getting somewhere."
"But how should I change my approach?"
Prof. Membrane sighed. "That, unfortunately, I can't answer for you. It depends on the person she is, and the person you are. But regardless of who we are, we all need respect, and the only way we're going to get it is if we give it. It sounds a tad unfair, but that's life, I guess..."
Dib nodded slowly to himself, slowly forming a plan of action. "Yeah... I get it now," he thought aloud, standing up.
"That's the spirit," Prof. Membrane said, standing to work on his map again. "Now you run along, I ah... believe it's nearly time for your candle ceremony."
Dib stared blankly at his father, amazed that he had even remembered the concept of celebrating holidays. Nodding, he ran up the stairs without another word.
But it was still a little too early. Dib walked upstairs to Gaz's room and knocked lightly on the door.
"Go away," came a muffled reply.
"Gaz, the candle's will need to be lit in 15 minutes. In the meantime, I was thinking you could make some of your wonderful latkes for us to snack on?
A loud cackle came from the other side of the door. A moment later, Gaz opened the door and stood there with a placid look on her face. "Alright, I'm ready." She walked past Dib and went downstairs to reheat some of the leftovers from Sunday.
In the meantime, Dib hummed the Dreidel song to himself as he brushed the yarmulkah free of lint. "Hey Gaz, are we gonna play with the dreidel this year?"
Gaz sighed from the kitchen. "I guess... but we'll need to buy more gelt."
"I'll pick some up on my home from skool tomorrow."
'Better you than me," Gaz grumbled, walking into the living room with a plate of hot potato pancakes.
"It's all set Gaz!" Dib cried eagerly. He spoke today, while kneeling down, with utmost happiness, "Baruch Atah Adonnai Elohanu Melech Halolam Asher Kidashanu, Bemiz Votah, Vitzivanu, L'hadlechnar, shel Hanukah." A deep breath, eyes till shut, another blessing. "Baruch Atah Adonnai Elohanu Melech Ha-Olam, Sheh-Asah Nissim La-Avoteinu Ba-Yamim Ha-Hem U-Va-Z'man Ha-Zeh."
And so, the fifth candle was lit, and gifts of a coffe mug and a rubber band were exchanged. (Guess who got what? :p)
Blessed be.
Another Zim Hanukkah
Chapter Five: Day Five - Exploring
After a surprisingly uneventful day at skool, Dib wandering into his home and noticed, for the first time, in weeks, his father was home.
"That's good... maybe I can get some advice on how to work better with Gaz." He strode downstairs into Prof. Membrane's lab, where the studious scientist was hunched over a blueprint.
"Hey Dad..." Dib started. "Can you do me a favor and---"
"Now not my boy, I need to start drawing this map of the Internet."
Dib paused a moment to contemplate if such a thing was even possible before continuing. "Well yeah, but um... I was wondering if you could give me some advice."
"Oh really?" Asked the professor without looking up. "What about?"
"Getting along with others."
This was enough to make the larger human stare at his son. Dib? Wanting to be *social*?? "P-pull up a ch-chair, there, D-dib..."
The boy obeyed.
Prof. Membrane cleared his throat and pulled a chair up of his own. "Now um, what exactly is on your mind?"
"I want to improve my relationship with someone, but... well, they're rather distant towards me."
"How come?"
"They don't like me."
"Any reason why?"
Dib thought about the argument he had had with his sister the night before. "She thinks I'm a big-headed freak of nature."
"Now there, son..." said the professor, leaning over and placing a gentle hand on Dib's shoulder, "Yes, your head is big, but you can't control that. However, you're human, so your no freak of nature unless the rest of mankind is. This girl must have a reason to see you as something freakishly unnatural, so perhaps you need to change your approach on her."
"...what?"
"Try acting differently. Be a bit nicer."
"But then she'll walk all over me!"
"But will she like you?"
Dib stopped. Gaz DID like having her way...
"Ah, NOW we're getting somewhere."
"But how should I change my approach?"
Prof. Membrane sighed. "That, unfortunately, I can't answer for you. It depends on the person she is, and the person you are. But regardless of who we are, we all need respect, and the only way we're going to get it is if we give it. It sounds a tad unfair, but that's life, I guess..."
Dib nodded slowly to himself, slowly forming a plan of action. "Yeah... I get it now," he thought aloud, standing up.
"That's the spirit," Prof. Membrane said, standing to work on his map again. "Now you run along, I ah... believe it's nearly time for your candle ceremony."
Dib stared blankly at his father, amazed that he had even remembered the concept of celebrating holidays. Nodding, he ran up the stairs without another word.
But it was still a little too early. Dib walked upstairs to Gaz's room and knocked lightly on the door.
"Go away," came a muffled reply.
"Gaz, the candle's will need to be lit in 15 minutes. In the meantime, I was thinking you could make some of your wonderful latkes for us to snack on?
A loud cackle came from the other side of the door. A moment later, Gaz opened the door and stood there with a placid look on her face. "Alright, I'm ready." She walked past Dib and went downstairs to reheat some of the leftovers from Sunday.
In the meantime, Dib hummed the Dreidel song to himself as he brushed the yarmulkah free of lint. "Hey Gaz, are we gonna play with the dreidel this year?"
Gaz sighed from the kitchen. "I guess... but we'll need to buy more gelt."
"I'll pick some up on my home from skool tomorrow."
'Better you than me," Gaz grumbled, walking into the living room with a plate of hot potato pancakes.
"It's all set Gaz!" Dib cried eagerly. He spoke today, while kneeling down, with utmost happiness, "Baruch Atah Adonnai Elohanu Melech Halolam Asher Kidashanu, Bemiz Votah, Vitzivanu, L'hadlechnar, shel Hanukah." A deep breath, eyes till shut, another blessing. "Baruch Atah Adonnai Elohanu Melech Ha-Olam, Sheh-Asah Nissim La-Avoteinu Ba-Yamim Ha-Hem U-Va-Z'man Ha-Zeh."
And so, the fifth candle was lit, and gifts of a coffe mug and a rubber band were exchanged. (Guess who got what? :p)
Blessed be.