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The Invasion Commences.Now
"I think Smackie is following us."
"You just NOW realized this? He's been walking behind us all the way from school."
"No, I realized it a long time ago. I'm just.stating it now. Why didn't YOU say something earlier, if you knew about it? Huh, Kit?"
Dib listened partially to his friends' bickering. It seemed they did it a lot, but most of the time they were just joking. At least, he hoped they were joking. He pulled out of his thoughts to focus on the argument.
"No, he's been following us since lunch."
"Nu-huh! It's been since sixth hour! He didn't follow us after lunch.oh wait, he was following YOU, wasn't he? I know! He likes you, and now he's stalking you!"
Nak grinned at the sight of Kit's disgusted expression, "Yuck, no way! That baboon is disgusting, and besides, he hangs onto Zim like a leech."
It was true. If Dib had to choose who Zim's closest 'friend' was, he'd say Smackie. Especially today, Dib thought. It was like he needed Zim to think for him. Smackie was a rather intelligent student, as far as the morons he went to school with; except for today he was like a zombie.
"Maybe he wants help with homework."
"Smackie? I doubt it."
The two continued on with their conversation, oblivious to the fact that Dib had remained quite so far. Usually, Dib was right in the middle of a debate, but something was really bothering him about Smackie.
"Let's ditch him."
"Yeah, but how? Any ideas? Dib?"
Dib shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at their follower. Yes, Smackie was obviously following them, and had been for a while.
"Let's go to my house. He can't follow us inside." Dib suggested, turning down the street that led to his house. Gaz was shuffling down the road ahead of them, eyes intent on the Game Slave clutched in her hands. She went into the house; Dib, Nak, and Kit close behind. Nak slammed the door shut, taking a lookout post by the window. Gaz perched herself on the couch, never blinking since it might cost the game. "What game is that?" Kit asked, plopping down beside the younger girl. "Revenge of the kangaroo catchers. I'm on the last level." Gaz replied through clenched teeth. "Oh wow! I can't even get past the second level on mine."
Dib watched the two converse with a half smile before turning to Nak. "Does she ever put it down?" he asked, referring to Dib's sister and her addiction to video games. "Only to eat and sleep. She even plays it during school, managing to get good grades and not be caught. I don't know HOW she does it." Nak laughed, then pressed his face against the front window, "He's standing at the front door."
"Who, Smackie?"
"Yeah, take a look." Dib stepped over to look out the window. Sure enough, there was Smackie, standing on his doorstep, staring at the door. Dib sighed, walking over and swinging the door open. "Smackie what are you doing? Why are you following us?"
Smackie blinked in shock. He had been noticed? But he had taken such precautions so as not to be caught, like staying AT LEAST three feet behind them. "Um, I was, uh, not following you." He stammered nervously. Dib rolled his eyes, "Right. You're only standing on my doorstep for no reason then?"
"Yeah."
"Smackie! Come on, what's up? Did Zim send you?"
Smackie could feel his eyes go wide in shock. Dib knew about Zim's mission? "Yes, Just Zim sent me. He told me to follow you, and listen to you. Talk some more, I didn't hear you earlier." Kit had now jumped off the couch to stand beside Dib, "Um, Dib.I think we need to talk about this.." Dib readily agreed, as did Nak. The three huddled in the corner, talking in hushed tones.
"What is Zim up to? Sending Smackie to spy on us? He's running low on ideas, isn't he? Being around the morons has finally rubbed off."
"I don't know. Nak, why don't you take Smackie home, he lives by you right? Good, make sure he goes inside and doesn't follow you home. I'll talk to you later tonight."
Nak grabbed Smackie by the arm, dragging him out of the house, "Come on, Smack. I'm taking you home, you've had a loooong day."
"But-"
The door shut. Kit let out a sigh of relief, "Finally he leaves. That guy was giving my major creeps." She glanced at Dib, who was once again deep in thought. "Dib, what's wrong?" Dib sighed, "I was just thinking about what Zim told me today. He said I was over my head, and it had something to do with Smackie. What if he's right? What if that alien came up with a plan that we can't foil?" Kit chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, "Well, we'll just try. It's always worked before. We'll keep a close eye on Smackie and Zim. Don't worry about it." Dib allowed a small smile of hope to light up his feature, "Yeah, you're right. Come on, Mysterious Mysteries will be coming on soon, I don't want to miss it."
Gaz stole a quick glance up from her Game Slave, "Why do you watch that show, anyway? All they show is reruns anymore."
Kit opened her mouth to retort, but Dib intervened, "You'll just never get it will you."
The Invasion Commences.Now
"I think Smackie is following us."
"You just NOW realized this? He's been walking behind us all the way from school."
"No, I realized it a long time ago. I'm just.stating it now. Why didn't YOU say something earlier, if you knew about it? Huh, Kit?"
Dib listened partially to his friends' bickering. It seemed they did it a lot, but most of the time they were just joking. At least, he hoped they were joking. He pulled out of his thoughts to focus on the argument.
"No, he's been following us since lunch."
"Nu-huh! It's been since sixth hour! He didn't follow us after lunch.oh wait, he was following YOU, wasn't he? I know! He likes you, and now he's stalking you!"
Nak grinned at the sight of Kit's disgusted expression, "Yuck, no way! That baboon is disgusting, and besides, he hangs onto Zim like a leech."
It was true. If Dib had to choose who Zim's closest 'friend' was, he'd say Smackie. Especially today, Dib thought. It was like he needed Zim to think for him. Smackie was a rather intelligent student, as far as the morons he went to school with; except for today he was like a zombie.
"Maybe he wants help with homework."
"Smackie? I doubt it."
The two continued on with their conversation, oblivious to the fact that Dib had remained quite so far. Usually, Dib was right in the middle of a debate, but something was really bothering him about Smackie.
"Let's ditch him."
"Yeah, but how? Any ideas? Dib?"
Dib shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at their follower. Yes, Smackie was obviously following them, and had been for a while.
"Let's go to my house. He can't follow us inside." Dib suggested, turning down the street that led to his house. Gaz was shuffling down the road ahead of them, eyes intent on the Game Slave clutched in her hands. She went into the house; Dib, Nak, and Kit close behind. Nak slammed the door shut, taking a lookout post by the window. Gaz perched herself on the couch, never blinking since it might cost the game. "What game is that?" Kit asked, plopping down beside the younger girl. "Revenge of the kangaroo catchers. I'm on the last level." Gaz replied through clenched teeth. "Oh wow! I can't even get past the second level on mine."
Dib watched the two converse with a half smile before turning to Nak. "Does she ever put it down?" he asked, referring to Dib's sister and her addiction to video games. "Only to eat and sleep. She even plays it during school, managing to get good grades and not be caught. I don't know HOW she does it." Nak laughed, then pressed his face against the front window, "He's standing at the front door."
"Who, Smackie?"
"Yeah, take a look." Dib stepped over to look out the window. Sure enough, there was Smackie, standing on his doorstep, staring at the door. Dib sighed, walking over and swinging the door open. "Smackie what are you doing? Why are you following us?"
Smackie blinked in shock. He had been noticed? But he had taken such precautions so as not to be caught, like staying AT LEAST three feet behind them. "Um, I was, uh, not following you." He stammered nervously. Dib rolled his eyes, "Right. You're only standing on my doorstep for no reason then?"
"Yeah."
"Smackie! Come on, what's up? Did Zim send you?"
Smackie could feel his eyes go wide in shock. Dib knew about Zim's mission? "Yes, Just Zim sent me. He told me to follow you, and listen to you. Talk some more, I didn't hear you earlier." Kit had now jumped off the couch to stand beside Dib, "Um, Dib.I think we need to talk about this.." Dib readily agreed, as did Nak. The three huddled in the corner, talking in hushed tones.
"What is Zim up to? Sending Smackie to spy on us? He's running low on ideas, isn't he? Being around the morons has finally rubbed off."
"I don't know. Nak, why don't you take Smackie home, he lives by you right? Good, make sure he goes inside and doesn't follow you home. I'll talk to you later tonight."
Nak grabbed Smackie by the arm, dragging him out of the house, "Come on, Smack. I'm taking you home, you've had a loooong day."
"But-"
The door shut. Kit let out a sigh of relief, "Finally he leaves. That guy was giving my major creeps." She glanced at Dib, who was once again deep in thought. "Dib, what's wrong?" Dib sighed, "I was just thinking about what Zim told me today. He said I was over my head, and it had something to do with Smackie. What if he's right? What if that alien came up with a plan that we can't foil?" Kit chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, "Well, we'll just try. It's always worked before. We'll keep a close eye on Smackie and Zim. Don't worry about it." Dib allowed a small smile of hope to light up his feature, "Yeah, you're right. Come on, Mysterious Mysteries will be coming on soon, I don't want to miss it."
Gaz stole a quick glance up from her Game Slave, "Why do you watch that show, anyway? All they show is reruns anymore."
Kit opened her mouth to retort, but Dib intervened, "You'll just never get it will you."