By GS2aholic
So the plan when into affect. The following night Zim transported the cage to a large field on a farm in Ohio that was empty because of the winter weather. The robots were sent to different points around the world, some equipped with jet packs to make it over the ocean.
Zim went to skool that day, forging a doctor's excuse, much to Dib's surprise, as an excuse.
"Zim! Fess up! What were you really doing last week?" Dib asked during recess.
"I don't know what you mean, meat child. I was at the doctor's for a checkup."
"All week?"
"Yes."
"But no one stays at the doctor's for a week!"
Zim, unable to come up with a good comeback, merely waved him off. Dib continued to pester and Zim pushed him backward. He fell, knocking Gaz's game out of her hands, and got a good beating. This allowed Zim to escape and hide next to the steps, out of sight.
"He's on to me. Now should be the perfect time to activate the robots." He pulled up his sleeve, revealing his self-destruct button and a large blue one labeled 'St. Patrick's'. His fingers lingered dramatically over the button and he suddenly punched it down.
"OW! Son of my mother!¹" He shook his arm and once the pain subsided he pulled his sleeve back down. He bit his lower lip with his zipper-like teeth to stifle his laughter and stood. Narrowing his eyes and leaning against the railing, he said in his evilest voice:
"Now all I have to do is wait."
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"Don't you have homework or something?"
"This is my work Gaz! I just need a safer way to find out what Zim is up to." Dib rummaged in the First Aid Kit, which happened to be next to Gaz and the noise was breaking her concentration. He dabbed a cotton ball on a cut on his arm, wincing at every touch. Earlier he had managed to enter Zim's house only to be greeted by a distressed GIR who was 'naked' and needed his privacy. Rubber pigs hurt more than he thought they would.
Dib wrapped a Band-aid around his arm and closed the First Aid Kit. Setting it next to the couch, he leaned back in thought. Besides the beeping of Gaz's Gameslave II, all was silent.
Suddenly the door slammed open and the siblings were greeted with a blast of cold air.
"Me gold. Chase me for me gold!"
A small robot clad in all green with a brown beard marched into the room. Both children's eyes followed it around the room twice and finally to the front of the couch. It walked forward, banging into the couch repeatedly.
"Chase me… Chase me!"
One of Gaz's eyes raised open and faster than you can blink her foot kicked out and the robot fell backward with a crackle.
"Stupid robot." She crossed her legs and went back to her game. Dib continued to stare at the robot. It was very familiar.
His eyes narrowed and he jumped up from the couch.
"Zim."
He picked up the robot, ran up to his room and slammed the door shut.
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Hundred… thousands… Maybe millions of humans! He couldn't count the all. The images from the screens shone in his gem-like eyes and his slim-gloved fingers tapped together thoughtfully as he surveyed the humans.
"Computer!" Zim's cute voice echoed through his base in orbit and the computer answered back with a low hum.
"Status report!"
"5,627 robots pursued by one or more humans. 8,582 in pursuit of humans, two in Ohio at the cage and one busted."
"Busted? Put on screen the last 30 seconds of footage received from busted St. Patrick."
All of the tiny screens seemed to be turned into one big one and showed the front door of a large house. The door opened and two children were shown on screen.
"It's the Dib-human. Fast-forward to five seconds before breakage."
The screen zoomed forward and he saw the same lamp twice before it stopped in front of the couch. It rammed into said couch three times before an unidentified appendage smashed into the camera and the screen went fuzzy.
"The Dib human will pay for that! But revenge will have to wait." Zim spun in his revolving chair and stood up as soon as it stopped. He promptly fell back down and groaned.
"I have to remember not to do that again."
When his brain recovered, he stood up and walked across the base.
"GIR!"
The tiny robot, which had been sitting nearby playing with Minimoose and Pig, jumped up and slid across the floor to his master.
"Yes?"
"Enough with this foolishness! Go get me a Slurpie. I will be telling the Tallest of my next steps."
The robot's eyes glowed red and he saluted.
"Yes, my master!"
With no surprise, GIR's eyes changed back to green and he stuck out his tongue dumbly. Master and slave stared, with Zim fuming at the disobedience.
"Now!"
"Awww… Can I get one too?"
"Oh, okay."
"Yes!"
GIR ran to his friends, tucked Minimoose under his arm and held Pig onto his head, and ran out of the room.
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"Ha! Victory!"
A battered looking Red stood up straight and proud, a Slurpie held above his head in triumph.
"You cheated."
Purple groaned from the floor and slowly stood up.
"How?"
"You just… did."
Red took a long slurp from the Slurpie with eyes narrowed at Purple. His victory stance was not held long, as when he swallowed the Slurpie dropped from his grasp as his hands went to his head.
"Ahhh! Brain freeze!"
Purple caught the Slurpie before it hit the floor and finished it off.
"You jerk!" Red lunged for Purple but was interrupted by a small voice.
"My Tallest. There is an incoming message from Earth."
The Tallests groaned and nodded at the tiny female. Zim showed up on screen, smiling widely and didn't seem to notice his Tallests' state.
"My Tallest, I have called to tell you of my next step to my plan."
The Tallests nodded and crossed their arms in front of them.
"I have set up the cage and sent out the robots. When all have returned to the cage with the humans, I will activate the teleportation and," A metal arm popped onto the screen with a Slurpie and Zim grabbed it. He took a sip and continued, "All the aliens will be teleported to the Massive. Now I must go, My Tallests."
The screen went blank and the Purple blinked dumbfoundedly.
"Exactly how many human's are there?"
Another tiny Irken male conducted a scan.
"Over a billion."
"They won't all fit in here. Can you get Zim back on screen?"
"Negative. He seems to have blocked all incoming calls."
Red and Purple turned their heads to look at each other, both hoping that Zim's plan would not succeed and inwardly certain it wouldn't.
To be continuedFootnote(s):
¹I plan on keeping this 'G', thank you.