The Real ZAGR
Chapter 2:
What Kind of Hair Gel Does He Use?
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim! I think...
A/N: Woo! Next chappie! ::Does happy dance:: I like writing this it's fun! Hey, I like this song! listening to Vanessa Carlton, 1000 Miles on computer, over and over and over* On to the enjoying!
Through the corner of her eyes, Gaz saw Dib run up next to her, "can't you go annoy someone else?"
Dib didn't respond. He was looking at a little group of kids in the middle of the street. A blonde girl with her hair parted in pigtails and wearing a pink dress, a short boy wearing a blue shirt and a red cap, two red headed twins both wearing green, and last was a tall brown haired boy wearing a rainbow cap. They were all staring up into the sky, and Dib smiled. "Look at it Gaz. See those little kids, just think, if Zim was ruling the world, there wouldn't be any clouds to watch."
Gaz looked at the little kids just as one of the redheaded twins head's caught on fire. The others started laughing, as they screaming in agony. "Looks like you lost stare at the sun!" The brown haired boy said mockingly, then turned to his comrades, "everyone got their weenies?"
The whole group, besides the poor soul whose head was on fire, pulled out long sticks with fat hot dogs on the end of them. They raised them just over the burning head, and giggled as they roasted them. By the time the kids were all chewing on the juicy weenies, the little kid was a pile of ashes on the ground.
"I don't think they were staring at the sun," Gaz said bluntly.
Dib looked back at the kids, who were once again staring up into the sky, "what else would they be doing? Hey! You don't think they could be watching for aliens!"
Gaz shrugged as the large blue house came into view. Finally, some peace and quiet with her GS 2.
Opening the door, Gaz slowly walked into the dimly lit living room and plopped down onto the couch. Sinking into the cushions, Gaz snatched up the blue game console on the table in front of her, and turned it on.
Dib had already run upstairs, a magazine in his hands. Gaz heard the door slam, and smirked. That meant no Dib for, at least an hour, depending on how long the articles were. Sometimes, Gaz wondered why parents were always sad their children were mute.
Zim trudged up the steps, his head lowered. He reached out and tried to push the door open, but instead ran head into it and falling down the steps. Eyes narrowed, Zim stood up from his place on the ground and rubbed his sore back. A little more cautious this time, Zim walked up and tried to push the door open again. It didn't budge.
Getting a little aggravated, Zim pounded on the door. Nothing. "HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN LOCK ZIM OUT OF HIS OWN BASE!"
Zim clenched his fists and extended his spider legs, and sent a green wave at the door. There was a little smoke, but nothing happened. Zim went crazy after that, pounding, running into, kicking, even grabbing a random kid from the street and trying to use their head as a battering ram.
The little girl ran home, crying, "MOMMY!"
Zim didn't seem to notice, as he was glaring at the door. "You think you've won, but-!"
Zim had caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw GIR walk up to the door slurping a Brain Freezie. The little dog reached out and pulled on the doorknob, causing the door to open and then walked into the house leaving the door standing ajar.
Zim's eye twitched as he walked in behind GIR, pulling the door closed behind him. "GIR, why did you change the door?"
There was no response. "GIR!"
"*Sluuurp*."
"GIR!! GIR GIR GIR GIR!!!"
"YAY! I WIN!"
".....Eh?"
Gaz heard a thump on the floor, as Dib jumped the last few steps and ran towards the door. "I've got it Gaz! I know how to stop Zim!"
Gaz didn't say anything, trying to concentrate on her game. Though her mind happened to flicker the last time Dib had said that, and ended up encased in Jell-o. That was pretty funny, but Zim had taken it to far when he had tried to encase her too.
"I'm going to Zim's! If I don't come back tell dad that-"
"You were really annoying, and should have let me finish my game!"
"Er, that's not exactly what I was going to say." Dib said, but shot out the door when he saw Gaz start to stand up.
A few hours later, Gaz heard the door open. She had moved exactly once from the spot on the couch, and that was for a soda, which still sat in front of her un-opened.
Gaz smelt something burning, but was trying to beat the last level of her newest game. Finally, annoying game music started to play, and she flicked the power switch off and placed the GS2 on the table. Then, she turned around to see Dib lying on the floor, next to a twisted piece of metal with drool covering it. "Your hairs on fire."
Dib's eyes shot open, and he jumped up, "what?!"
Running into the kitchen, Gaz could hear him slide across the linoleum floor. "Gaz! Where's the fire extinguisher?!"
Gaz stood up and walked into the kitchen and over to the fridge, ignoring Dib as he ran around the room, searching in odd places.
Pulling out a poop soda, and a bottle of cooking oil ((An: Weird place for cooking oil.......)) She turned around to face Dib, "dad put all of the...stuff that was in the extinguisher in here. He thought it'd be easier to grip..."
She held out the bottle of cooking oil.
Dib, not even looking at the bottle grabbed it and un-screwed the lid before dumping it on his head. And it was quite a shock when his whole head blasted into an inferno. "EEEEEEYAH!"
Gaz, snickering, walked back towards the living room. She searched for the remote, and soon returned to her seat on the couch. Flipping on the T.V., Gaz started to surf through the channels.
She felt the seat sink a bit, and knew Dib had sat down. And she was right. Dib was sitting next to her, with very large silver bucket over his head. There were little wisps of steam escaping from the sides. Slowly, Dib tried to lift the bucket off of his head, but found out it was stuck.
"Ah! Gaz, the bucket shrunk!"
The violet haired girl chose to ignore that comment, and popped open the newer poop cola and took a sip. Dib, on the other had, was struggling with the bucket, and soon fell face towards the ground. Gaz growled, annoyed at the sound the bucket had made when it had hit the floor.
Dib, finally managed to pull the bucket off his large head, "My head's not big!" And sat up. His face was scorched and scratched, while his glasses were covered in dirt and black crud. Cautiously, the raven-haired boy felt his hair. It was still in perfect condition, as if nothing had happened to it. Sighing, Dib sat back in the couch and saw the un-opened poop soda on the table.
He looked at Gaz, and saw her sipping her own, "hey Gaz, can I have that soda?"
"Sure..." Gaz replied, annoyed.
"Really?"
"No."
"....."
A/N 2: The hair gel part was inspired by my friend Cody! Who...I don't know what he uses for his hair gel! ... Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be mad at him! ....::bangs head on desk:: It's hard being mad at someone like that....Woo, I'm ranting! Or beginning too.... I'm gonna go beat up Germany now!
Chapter 2:
What Kind of Hair Gel Does He Use?
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim! I think...
A/N: Woo! Next chappie! ::Does happy dance:: I like writing this it's fun! Hey, I like this song! listening to Vanessa Carlton, 1000 Miles on computer, over and over and over* On to the enjoying!
Through the corner of her eyes, Gaz saw Dib run up next to her, "can't you go annoy someone else?"
Dib didn't respond. He was looking at a little group of kids in the middle of the street. A blonde girl with her hair parted in pigtails and wearing a pink dress, a short boy wearing a blue shirt and a red cap, two red headed twins both wearing green, and last was a tall brown haired boy wearing a rainbow cap. They were all staring up into the sky, and Dib smiled. "Look at it Gaz. See those little kids, just think, if Zim was ruling the world, there wouldn't be any clouds to watch."
Gaz looked at the little kids just as one of the redheaded twins head's caught on fire. The others started laughing, as they screaming in agony. "Looks like you lost stare at the sun!" The brown haired boy said mockingly, then turned to his comrades, "everyone got their weenies?"
The whole group, besides the poor soul whose head was on fire, pulled out long sticks with fat hot dogs on the end of them. They raised them just over the burning head, and giggled as they roasted them. By the time the kids were all chewing on the juicy weenies, the little kid was a pile of ashes on the ground.
"I don't think they were staring at the sun," Gaz said bluntly.
Dib looked back at the kids, who were once again staring up into the sky, "what else would they be doing? Hey! You don't think they could be watching for aliens!"
Gaz shrugged as the large blue house came into view. Finally, some peace and quiet with her GS 2.
Opening the door, Gaz slowly walked into the dimly lit living room and plopped down onto the couch. Sinking into the cushions, Gaz snatched up the blue game console on the table in front of her, and turned it on.
Dib had already run upstairs, a magazine in his hands. Gaz heard the door slam, and smirked. That meant no Dib for, at least an hour, depending on how long the articles were. Sometimes, Gaz wondered why parents were always sad their children were mute.
Zim trudged up the steps, his head lowered. He reached out and tried to push the door open, but instead ran head into it and falling down the steps. Eyes narrowed, Zim stood up from his place on the ground and rubbed his sore back. A little more cautious this time, Zim walked up and tried to push the door open again. It didn't budge.
Getting a little aggravated, Zim pounded on the door. Nothing. "HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN LOCK ZIM OUT OF HIS OWN BASE!"
Zim clenched his fists and extended his spider legs, and sent a green wave at the door. There was a little smoke, but nothing happened. Zim went crazy after that, pounding, running into, kicking, even grabbing a random kid from the street and trying to use their head as a battering ram.
The little girl ran home, crying, "MOMMY!"
Zim didn't seem to notice, as he was glaring at the door. "You think you've won, but-!"
Zim had caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw GIR walk up to the door slurping a Brain Freezie. The little dog reached out and pulled on the doorknob, causing the door to open and then walked into the house leaving the door standing ajar.
Zim's eye twitched as he walked in behind GIR, pulling the door closed behind him. "GIR, why did you change the door?"
There was no response. "GIR!"
"*Sluuurp*."
"GIR!! GIR GIR GIR GIR!!!"
"YAY! I WIN!"
".....Eh?"
Gaz heard a thump on the floor, as Dib jumped the last few steps and ran towards the door. "I've got it Gaz! I know how to stop Zim!"
Gaz didn't say anything, trying to concentrate on her game. Though her mind happened to flicker the last time Dib had said that, and ended up encased in Jell-o. That was pretty funny, but Zim had taken it to far when he had tried to encase her too.
"I'm going to Zim's! If I don't come back tell dad that-"
"You were really annoying, and should have let me finish my game!"
"Er, that's not exactly what I was going to say." Dib said, but shot out the door when he saw Gaz start to stand up.
A few hours later, Gaz heard the door open. She had moved exactly once from the spot on the couch, and that was for a soda, which still sat in front of her un-opened.
Gaz smelt something burning, but was trying to beat the last level of her newest game. Finally, annoying game music started to play, and she flicked the power switch off and placed the GS2 on the table. Then, she turned around to see Dib lying on the floor, next to a twisted piece of metal with drool covering it. "Your hairs on fire."
Dib's eyes shot open, and he jumped up, "what?!"
Running into the kitchen, Gaz could hear him slide across the linoleum floor. "Gaz! Where's the fire extinguisher?!"
Gaz stood up and walked into the kitchen and over to the fridge, ignoring Dib as he ran around the room, searching in odd places.
Pulling out a poop soda, and a bottle of cooking oil ((An: Weird place for cooking oil.......)) She turned around to face Dib, "dad put all of the...stuff that was in the extinguisher in here. He thought it'd be easier to grip..."
She held out the bottle of cooking oil.
Dib, not even looking at the bottle grabbed it and un-screwed the lid before dumping it on his head. And it was quite a shock when his whole head blasted into an inferno. "EEEEEEYAH!"
Gaz, snickering, walked back towards the living room. She searched for the remote, and soon returned to her seat on the couch. Flipping on the T.V., Gaz started to surf through the channels.
She felt the seat sink a bit, and knew Dib had sat down. And she was right. Dib was sitting next to her, with very large silver bucket over his head. There were little wisps of steam escaping from the sides. Slowly, Dib tried to lift the bucket off of his head, but found out it was stuck.
"Ah! Gaz, the bucket shrunk!"
The violet haired girl chose to ignore that comment, and popped open the newer poop cola and took a sip. Dib, on the other had, was struggling with the bucket, and soon fell face towards the ground. Gaz growled, annoyed at the sound the bucket had made when it had hit the floor.
Dib, finally managed to pull the bucket off his large head, "My head's not big!" And sat up. His face was scorched and scratched, while his glasses were covered in dirt and black crud. Cautiously, the raven-haired boy felt his hair. It was still in perfect condition, as if nothing had happened to it. Sighing, Dib sat back in the couch and saw the un-opened poop soda on the table.
He looked at Gaz, and saw her sipping her own, "hey Gaz, can I have that soda?"
"Sure..." Gaz replied, annoyed.
"Really?"
"No."
"....."
A/N 2: The hair gel part was inspired by my friend Cody! Who...I don't know what he uses for his hair gel! ... Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be mad at him! ....::bangs head on desk:: It's hard being mad at someone like that....Woo, I'm ranting! Or beginning too.... I'm gonna go beat up Germany now!