I hope this is a cliffhanger of some sort. I tried!! If it is really bad,
please tell me! Thanks!
The Invasion Commences. . . Now
Zim's fingers strummed over the smooth surface of his armrest. "That incompetent fool! I should have never relied on a human earth toad. What could possibly take him so long?" He growled aloud to the air. His fingers, and thoughts, were stilled by a familiar voice that rang through the air, "Maaasterrrr!"
Zim suppressed a sigh, "What, Gir?"
"Where are youuuu?"
"In the lab." He replied, listening to the sounds of scurrying up above in the kitchen.
"Okay, here I comeee!" A series of thumps and bumps filled the elevator before the little robot rolled out with a bowl tucked under one arm. "Hi Master!" He chirped, trotting over. "I made dinner!" Zim glanced over at his robot servant and frowned, "What exactly is it?"
Gir reached into his head, withdrawing a spoon and jamming into the bowl. He pulled out the spoon, full of a thick, lumpy substance. Zim felt his stomach tighten at the sight, as he pulled away from the spoon. He straightened to peer in the bowl, but immediately closed his eyes at the sight. The same substance on the spoon filled the bowl, bubbles forming on the top in a most disgusting manner. "It's all my favorite foods mixed together! I call it My Favorite Foods Dish!" Gir yelled, thrusting the spoon at Zim. A bit of 'My Favorite Foods Dish' fell to the floor with a large pop, a tendril of smoke rising from where it landed. The Irken yelped, shaking his head vigorously, opening his mouth to utter an excuse about not being hungry when an alarm went off.
"Intruder on the premises. DNA is human male." The computer paused, "Analysis complete. Human is Smackie." Zim breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, computer." He said with complete earnest, running to the elevator. Gir watched his master disappear up the shaft, before turning to his latest food creation and shoveling it into his mouth.
Zim popped out on the ground level of his home, making slight adjustments to his costume. "Finally." He muttered, opening the door to reveal Smackie standing there. "Get in, quick! Were you followed?" He yanked the human boy in, slamming the door shut behind him. Smackie looked around with a dazed expression, "No, I don't think so, Just Zim. Though there was one boy who seemed to go the same places I went." Zim sighed loudly, "So you were followed?"
"No."
"Then the person follow-going the same places you were, left?"
"No, he's outside."
Zim grimaced, "Perhaps I should work on your brain's effectiveness. It doesn't seem.effective." Smackie shrugged, "Sure." Zim stalked over to his front window, gazing out into his front yard. His computer would alert him of any presence within the perimeter, especially after he upgraded the defenses. It now did a DNA scan so he knew what the person looked like, if it was human or not, and his or her name. It had come in quite handy, except on certain times . . .(quick flashback!)
"INTRUDER ON PREMISIS! DNA IS DIB! ALERT, ALERT!" Zim sprang from his chair, abandoning his 'Plastic Wombat' experiment. When he arrived at the front door, after whipping it open so hard that it hit him in the head, he saw only a bird bouncing along the sidewalk. He shooed the bird away, yelling from outside, "Computer! That was a bird, not the human Dib!" He stalked back to the front door, when he heard the alarm bell ring again. "INTURDER ON PREMISIS! DNA IS UNKNOWN! ALERT, ALERT!" Zim had turned just in time to see his gnome's eyes glow red . . .
The alien shuttered at the memory, pushing Smackie toward the toilet located in his kitchen. It had taken a few more tests before the computer's program worked properly. "Smackie, go ahead and flush yourself on down. I'll-"
"Intruder on premises. DNA is human male. Analysis complete. Human is Nak." Zim gritted his teeth together, it was the lard boy that was always with Dib. "Go down, Smackie. I'll take care of this problem."
- - - -
"Yeah, he hasn't left his house at all. I took him home, and he stayed."
"Really? I was sure he'd head over to Zim's tonight. I guess I was wrong."
Nak shrugged, and then realized his friend hadn't seen the gesture since they were talking on the phone. "Don't worry about it, Dib." He could hear the boy's sigh from the other end of the line.
"Are you done with the phone yet? You spend way to much time talking on the phone for a guy!"
"Shut up, and go away!"
"Your sister?" Dib asked upon hearing the yells.
"Yeah, she's so annoying-hey! Smackie is leaving his house." Nak climbed off his bed to look out the window. Sure enough, Smackie had just exited his home and was crossing the street. "I knew it! Nak, follow him. Bring the walkie-talkie with you. I'll call Kit, and we'll catch up with you, okay? Don't let him get out of sight!" Dib ordered, waiting until he heard an agreement from Nak before hanging up.
"Walkie-talkie, walkie-talkie, there you are!" Nak scooped it up, running out of his room. He bumped into his sister, who gave a started shriek, and out the front door. The walkie-talkie was actually a headset, which he slipped on his head, attaching the main part to his belt. "Testing, testing." Dib's voice crackled over the speakers. "I hear you, Dib." Nak said into the microphone that was level with his mouth. "Good, I'm calling Kit now, tell me where you are headed." Nak glanced up at the nearest street sign, reading it off to Dib. The two boys agreed to stay in contact, calling at least every five minutes.
It was quite a ways to Zim's house on foot, and Smackie was a fast walker. Nak was breathing hard by the time he saw Zim's glowing green house. He hung back as Smackie crossed the gnome-dotted yard and up to the men's bathroom door. "He just went in, Dib. I'm going to hide behind the fence. Don't call me; Zim might intercept the message or something. I'll contact you." Nak said in a rush, turning off the walkie-talkie before Dib could reply.
He crept up to the fence, squatting down before peeping over the edge. The coast seemed clear, but then the front door creaked open. Nak could hear Zim saying something to Smackie before the door slammed shut. A few moments later, the creaking could be heard again. Nak scrambled to the side of the fence, waiting a second before glancing over the top again. No one was in the yard. "Hm?" He mumbled aloud.
"What's wrong, Nak?" Nak gasped, whirling around to see Zim standing before him with a cocky grin on his face, and a laser of some type in his hand. "Zim, no!"
The Invasion Commences. . . Now
Zim's fingers strummed over the smooth surface of his armrest. "That incompetent fool! I should have never relied on a human earth toad. What could possibly take him so long?" He growled aloud to the air. His fingers, and thoughts, were stilled by a familiar voice that rang through the air, "Maaasterrrr!"
Zim suppressed a sigh, "What, Gir?"
"Where are youuuu?"
"In the lab." He replied, listening to the sounds of scurrying up above in the kitchen.
"Okay, here I comeee!" A series of thumps and bumps filled the elevator before the little robot rolled out with a bowl tucked under one arm. "Hi Master!" He chirped, trotting over. "I made dinner!" Zim glanced over at his robot servant and frowned, "What exactly is it?"
Gir reached into his head, withdrawing a spoon and jamming into the bowl. He pulled out the spoon, full of a thick, lumpy substance. Zim felt his stomach tighten at the sight, as he pulled away from the spoon. He straightened to peer in the bowl, but immediately closed his eyes at the sight. The same substance on the spoon filled the bowl, bubbles forming on the top in a most disgusting manner. "It's all my favorite foods mixed together! I call it My Favorite Foods Dish!" Gir yelled, thrusting the spoon at Zim. A bit of 'My Favorite Foods Dish' fell to the floor with a large pop, a tendril of smoke rising from where it landed. The Irken yelped, shaking his head vigorously, opening his mouth to utter an excuse about not being hungry when an alarm went off.
"Intruder on the premises. DNA is human male." The computer paused, "Analysis complete. Human is Smackie." Zim breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, computer." He said with complete earnest, running to the elevator. Gir watched his master disappear up the shaft, before turning to his latest food creation and shoveling it into his mouth.
Zim popped out on the ground level of his home, making slight adjustments to his costume. "Finally." He muttered, opening the door to reveal Smackie standing there. "Get in, quick! Were you followed?" He yanked the human boy in, slamming the door shut behind him. Smackie looked around with a dazed expression, "No, I don't think so, Just Zim. Though there was one boy who seemed to go the same places I went." Zim sighed loudly, "So you were followed?"
"No."
"Then the person follow-going the same places you were, left?"
"No, he's outside."
Zim grimaced, "Perhaps I should work on your brain's effectiveness. It doesn't seem.effective." Smackie shrugged, "Sure." Zim stalked over to his front window, gazing out into his front yard. His computer would alert him of any presence within the perimeter, especially after he upgraded the defenses. It now did a DNA scan so he knew what the person looked like, if it was human or not, and his or her name. It had come in quite handy, except on certain times . . .(quick flashback!)
"INTRUDER ON PREMISIS! DNA IS DIB! ALERT, ALERT!" Zim sprang from his chair, abandoning his 'Plastic Wombat' experiment. When he arrived at the front door, after whipping it open so hard that it hit him in the head, he saw only a bird bouncing along the sidewalk. He shooed the bird away, yelling from outside, "Computer! That was a bird, not the human Dib!" He stalked back to the front door, when he heard the alarm bell ring again. "INTURDER ON PREMISIS! DNA IS UNKNOWN! ALERT, ALERT!" Zim had turned just in time to see his gnome's eyes glow red . . .
The alien shuttered at the memory, pushing Smackie toward the toilet located in his kitchen. It had taken a few more tests before the computer's program worked properly. "Smackie, go ahead and flush yourself on down. I'll-"
"Intruder on premises. DNA is human male. Analysis complete. Human is Nak." Zim gritted his teeth together, it was the lard boy that was always with Dib. "Go down, Smackie. I'll take care of this problem."
- - - -
"Yeah, he hasn't left his house at all. I took him home, and he stayed."
"Really? I was sure he'd head over to Zim's tonight. I guess I was wrong."
Nak shrugged, and then realized his friend hadn't seen the gesture since they were talking on the phone. "Don't worry about it, Dib." He could hear the boy's sigh from the other end of the line.
"Are you done with the phone yet? You spend way to much time talking on the phone for a guy!"
"Shut up, and go away!"
"Your sister?" Dib asked upon hearing the yells.
"Yeah, she's so annoying-hey! Smackie is leaving his house." Nak climbed off his bed to look out the window. Sure enough, Smackie had just exited his home and was crossing the street. "I knew it! Nak, follow him. Bring the walkie-talkie with you. I'll call Kit, and we'll catch up with you, okay? Don't let him get out of sight!" Dib ordered, waiting until he heard an agreement from Nak before hanging up.
"Walkie-talkie, walkie-talkie, there you are!" Nak scooped it up, running out of his room. He bumped into his sister, who gave a started shriek, and out the front door. The walkie-talkie was actually a headset, which he slipped on his head, attaching the main part to his belt. "Testing, testing." Dib's voice crackled over the speakers. "I hear you, Dib." Nak said into the microphone that was level with his mouth. "Good, I'm calling Kit now, tell me where you are headed." Nak glanced up at the nearest street sign, reading it off to Dib. The two boys agreed to stay in contact, calling at least every five minutes.
It was quite a ways to Zim's house on foot, and Smackie was a fast walker. Nak was breathing hard by the time he saw Zim's glowing green house. He hung back as Smackie crossed the gnome-dotted yard and up to the men's bathroom door. "He just went in, Dib. I'm going to hide behind the fence. Don't call me; Zim might intercept the message or something. I'll contact you." Nak said in a rush, turning off the walkie-talkie before Dib could reply.
He crept up to the fence, squatting down before peeping over the edge. The coast seemed clear, but then the front door creaked open. Nak could hear Zim saying something to Smackie before the door slammed shut. A few moments later, the creaking could be heard again. Nak scrambled to the side of the fence, waiting a second before glancing over the top again. No one was in the yard. "Hm?" He mumbled aloud.
"What's wrong, Nak?" Nak gasped, whirling around to see Zim standing before him with a cocky grin on his face, and a laser of some type in his hand. "Zim, no!"