Disclaimer: I don't own anything created by Jhonen Vasquez, Diane a.k.a.
Cyn Arrix, or Reb a.k.a. Miz Zag. I am just using those creations in my own
ways to attempt at making a half-way decent fanfic. In other words, don't
be surprise if they're a -little- OOC... Also, if you're wondering about
Miz, go visit her account. Her character just conresponds with mine.
It was a Friday afternoon and the whole Skool gather in the cafeteria for lunch. Dib and Cyn sat at their usual table talking. Miz wasn't there because she had left for the family reunion that morning. After all, it was a long way to Harrisburg from... wherever the IZ cast lived. The two humans were together eating lunch... sorta...
CYN: So what are you doing this weekend?
DIB: Well, you know, the usual... three straight hours of Happy Noodle Boy reruns... Mysterious Mysteries Marathon weekend... trying to make life miserable for Zim... How 'bout you?
CYN: Well, you know, the usual absolutely nothing, absolutely nothing and hey! For a change of pace-- absolutely nothing.
DIB: Wow, sure sounds like you have a lot of nothing to do so I guess you wouldn't be interested in going to a Metallica concert this weekend?
CYN: For once I'm at a loss of words... Besides, do you think I'm going to be seen in public with you?
(Cyn's Note: B-but it's my dream to be seen at a Metallica concert with yooou! I lurve you!)
DIB: ... Uh, yes?
CYN: My house, six o'clock, tonight.
Meanwhile in New York...
Liz unlocked the door to the apartment before she and her son entered. The apartment was very homey and comfortable, A touch of bare floor in the dining and kitchen area, a royal blue carpet stretching from one part of the living room. A plasma TV was issued in front of a comfy couch, which bore a girl a year younger than Riz.
She was a Goth. The black dye in her was worn away in some places revealing her a natural blond. Her clothes were black, but the fabric differed between her short-shorts and long-sleeved shirt; the short were made out of demin, while her shirt was velvet with the sleeves and waist ripped and cut so they resembled rags. She had tights that were horizontally striped black and bore holes and runs. The girl's black boots lay forgotten on the floor next to the couch. The Goth sat very still, eyes glazed, a chocolate bar with half the wrapper still on in her mouth. She was neither chewing nor sucking it, but seemed to just have it there so she could taste its sweetness. This was Riz's sister, Syco Raz.
Riz took one look at her expression, then chuckled.
RIZ: Alo is a character after your own heart, huh Sy?
SY: Ethrandir was a rotten baby-sitter.
Riz smiled, remembering the story the two siblings had tried to write a few years ago. He sat down hard on the couch, wincing a little because of his arm. Sy moved her legs closer to herself to make room for her husky brother. She seemed to have come out of her little world and saw Riz's cast arm.
SY: Again?
LIZ: Again.
RIZ: You should've been there, Sy! I got to ride in a helicopter. Oh, my arm! Such pain...
LIZ: You'll live.
SY: Unfortunately.
LIZ: Why when I was your age...
SY & RIZ: Here we go again...
LIZ: ... and there was this other boy in a wheelchair who could only communicate by blowing bubbles through a straw...
RIZ: Okay, I get the picture. My life sucks, but some people have it worst.
At that moment the apartment door opened and a man came in. He was towered over the others presented and was a bit husky himself. He pulled off his sportsjacket and hanged it on the coat-rack after closing the door behind him.
RIZ: Hey, Dad.
DIZ: Hey, family.
LIZ: How was work?
DIZ: Ah, it was a bit tough, but you know--
ALL: Life's tough, but you just have to laugh at the people who have it worst.
RIZ: How hard is it to work as a newspaper photograhper anyway?
LIZ: You really need to set a better example for our children, Dear.
DIZ: Yeh, well-- you broke your arm again?
RIZ: Yep. This is the shortest peirod of time at the hospital. I was in and out, no extra waiting.
DIZ: Maybe you should stop going to the skate-park.
RIZ: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
SY: Gee, Riz. Looks like all the happiness has been sucked out of your life.
RIZ: Y'know, without the skate-park, I'd be hanging out with you all the time. Along with my "Be Happy" shirt, with the smiley face.
SY: Do not ban the skate-park, Dad! Please, for me?
LIZ: Let's drop this.
RIZ: Yes, let's.
LIZ: Oh, and by the way, since we're going to a family reunion this weekend, I'm expecting you and your sister to be packed and ready by tonight.
RIZ: God! Please let me find out I have no other relatives that are like my mother...
Meanwhile...
Zim and GIR watched TV together. Zim had decided to skip Skool because he had "learned" that sometimes humans did that. "The Price is Right" was having their 500th anniversary episode. Zim smacked his knee.
ZIM: Dang! And I thought that Bob Parker was that human who walks on the street corner screaming that former president, Bill Clinton, is the Anti- Christ. (A/N: Don't ask me how Zim knew that stuff...)
GIR: What's an Anti-Christ?
ZIM: How am I supposed to know? I just live here for a relatively short period of time.
TV: Try our new, digitally enhanced, state-of-the-art, hand-held, computerized, Big Mac with taste simulators!
GIR: Oooooooo! Can I buy one, Master?
ZIM: ... Uh... okay, but it says we have to mail money to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
GIR: I'll go get a box!
Several hours later, Zim had his disguise on and was hidden behind a huge cardboard box filled with cash.
GIR: Master? Where'd you go?
GIR looked around the box to see his Irken master taped to the box with duct tape over his arms and mouth.
GIR: Oh, Master! Why didn't you tell me you liked arts and crafts so much? Let's go to the post office and mail this box.
Zim got off the couch, where he'd been sitting, box still attached.
GIR: Should we swing by the fangirls on the way?
ZIM: Mmmf! Mmm! Mmm!
GIR: Maybe you're right. We'll drop by on the way home!
ZIM: Nnnmmmmm!
Later...
Cyn paced around the living room, continuously checking her watch. She sat down on the couch, drumming her hand on her knee.
CYN: Where is he? He's got less than ten seconds before I come looking for him. If he's at Miz's... it's not going to be pretty...
Rit was hanging out one of the second floor windows on the lookout when a hovercraft came riding up.
RIT: Dib ahoy, mommie capiton, sir!
Professor Membrane, of course, couldn't be there in person so he had his hovering television improvise. A robotic arm coming out from behind the screen turn the engine off, as Dib jumped out of the car. Cyn came out, carrying her bag swung over her shoulder. Dib went to help her carry it.
DIB: Harrisburg, here we come! Sorry we're a little early--
CYN: Shut up and get back in! I think my eternal flame of rage at you being late is subsiding to a gently smoldering flam-- What? Early? Uh, heh heh. Ignore what I just said.
RIT: Can I come too, Mommie?
CYN: Only if you don't annoy me the entire way there. Other people on the other--
RIT: Yeesh! All I do is give, give and nobody appreciates me.
DIB: Give? Didn't you tell me that he once stole the Lost and Found box from the zoo, Cyn?
CYN: Yeah, look! He just stole my bag!
Rit grabbed Cyn's bag, opened the trunk of the car, and locked himself in.
CYN: It would be easier to appreciate you if all you gave weren't mouthwash baths and migraines.
Now back to Zim and GIR's perilous situation at the post office. GIR had installed side view mirrors onto the box so Zim could see what he was backing into. And for whatever reason, the little robot had also attached a seatbelt on the other side of the box. GIR pranced up to the front counter, smiling at the postmaster.
GIR: We want to have this box delivered to Harrisburg, PA. I like PA's...
POST MASTER: Regular Mail, Priority Mail? What do you want?
GIR: Well, what I really want is for you to shut up and mail this package and possibly get me a taquito, but to answer your question I want the box overnight.
POST MASTER: Are you sure about that... uh, dog-beaver-man?
GIR: Positive. Hey, Master! I'm using big words.
ZIM: Mmmf!
POST MASTER: That'll be three hundred 'n' fifty dollars.
Zim started squirming; making grunting noises, but no one pays the slightest attention to him. GIR, smiling, gave the post master all 350 in cash. The post master picked up the box with Zim still attached to it as GIR buckles himself to the side of the box with the seatbelt. The human didn't notice the two stowaways as he put the box in the back of the postal truck and drove away.
The next day...
Riz hit his head against the car window. Here he was with his family, all enduring the painfully long trip to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Diz drove the car with his wife in the shotgun. Riz sat in the first row behind his dad. Syco preferred sitting with the luggage, which didn't take up much in the back... surprisingly enough with her mother's. Sy zipped open her backpack and began petting her black cat, Coal. Coal didn't mind being in the backpack. Maybe because Syco brought along a lot of catnip for him.
LIZ: ... With a cluck, cluck here and a cluck, cluck there...
RIZ: Let the bad woman stop!
SY: I have to go to the bathroom!
DIZ: There's a rest stop here, honey. We're making good time, so we can stop.
(Cyn's Note: On a weekend with a Metalica concert going on? Yeah right!)
Diz pulled the car into the parking lot of what looked like a Super Wawa, but not quite. The Raz family piled out of the car. A mail truck was pulling out. Riz looked at it in time to see Zim in the back window.
GIR: R, E, S, P, E, C, T! Find out what it means to me! Just a little bit...
ZIM: Mmmmf!
RIZ: Aaahhhhh! Mom! It's a green guy!
The truck drove out of sight. Liz looked around, too late, and gave her son a pained look.
LIZ: What? You're imagining things. Sometimes I think you're as crazy as your sister is--
SY: Insanity ROCKS!!!
LIZ: *Sigh* Do you want to come in, Ryzie?
RIZ: Just as long as they have better coffee than the last place. Road tar tastes better than that stuff and don't ask how I know what tar tastes like...
SY: You're -always- ending up in the emergency room, so we're -bound- to know how.
About 15 minutes later Riz walked out with two 4-cup trays filled with an emergency supply of coffee and cups, sugar, creamers, stirrers, and for reasons unknown, packets of ketchup. Somehow he managed to keep this balanced between his broken arm and his good arm.
RIZ: Ok, I'm ready to go!
SY: What's with the ketchup?
RIZ: I don't know. I guess I just like ketchup...
Meanwhile...
Hover cars were faster than usual cars, and since Prof. Membrane was so famous that he didn't get tickets when they were pulled over, Cyn and Dib found themselves in Harrisburg in no time. The night before they had gotten to the hotel, Regent it was called. That very morning while Riz was enduring his mother's singing, Dib came down into the breakfast area and found Cyn having some coffee and bagels alone. Dib came up to her, cheerful.
DIB: Sleep ok, Cyn?
CYN: Well, I guess you could say that...
Suddenly, Rit came into the dining hall. He found Cyn in the crowd and came over to the table.
RIT: Mommie! I missed you!
CYN: I missed you, too.
RIT: Want some more coffee?
At the local post office...
GIR: We made it!
The robot unbuckled himself before (finally) untaping Zim's mouth. The Irken glared at his SIR-thing.
ZIM: You're a moron. You don't mail yourself with the box! Plus, that postoffice human-monkey gypped you! You should never pay 350 to mail a box!
GIR: Awwwwww! I love you, toooooooo! We can ride back home on another box.
The GIR retaped his master's mouth and stupidly wrote "CHINA" on the top of the box...
Not far away from there, the Razes were coming closer to Harrisburg. And Riz had one too many cups of coffee.
RIZ: Fffinallyyy! Wwwe'rrrre almmmosttt thththerrre! I'mmm ooon mmmyyy lasst cccuppp offff cccoffffeeeee!... Allll bbbeccccaussse Sssycco ttookkkk a cccupp!
SY: Wow! That car trip was almost bearable! Huh, Coal?
COAL: Yeah, right... I mean... uh... meow!
SY: You talked again!
COAL: Meow!
RIZ: Cccoalll ccccann'tt ttalkk-- hheyyy, wwwherrre dddiddd tththhaaattt ccccattt cccommmme fffrrrmmmm?
SY: Not that it's any of your business, but Mom said I could bring him. He's been sleeping the whole time.
RIZ: Wwwhhyyy ccouldddnn'tt I bbrrringg mmmyyy pppett?
LIZ: You don't have a pet, sweetheart. And could you stop talking that way?
RIZ: I ccann'ttt hhhelpp itt Mmommm.
Syco rolled her eyes before reaching into her shirt and pulling out a gold spray-painted spoon hanging from a golden chain. With this she hit Riz on the back of the head.
RIZ: Ow! Hey-- wait! I'm not stuttering anymore. Thanks, Sy!
SY: Remember what I said about thanking me.
RIZ: Oh, right... uh, Happy Oreos Happy Noodle Boy!
SY: That's better... Are we there yet?
DIZ: I spent the last four hours listening to all of you bicker and chat non-stop, so to put it mildly, shut up!
Surprisingly, everyone did as Diz drove his family into the city. As they came to their first stop-light, Diz looked at the street signs.
DIZ: The hotel is just up the main street. The reunion will be held first at the banquet hall, and when that's over for the day, we'll go to Uncle Red's house. Any questions?
RIZ: When do we eat?
DIZ: Let me rephrase that. Any intelligible questions?
Liz hesitated before opening her mouth, but Diz spoke first.
DIZ: I'll take that as a no.
LIZ: Didn't you know that Norman is hosting the reunion this year so we can stay at the hotel? Of course, it's Red's turn...
DIZ: Fine, we'll check in and ditch your other brother.
Riz and Sy snickered a little. After a while, they finally pulled into the Regent's parking lot. Everyone got out and lugged their things into the lobby. The hotel was huge; it's ceiling reaching up almost to the penthouse. Everywhere was sunny and all the rooms were fraganced with the smell of roses. Sy took one look at this before turning to her mother.
SY: I want to go home.
DIZ: Let me check in and I'll meet you all on the third floor.
They all nodded and lugged their bags up to the third floor. As the Razes paused to take a breath, Diz came up just behind them.
DIZ: Liz, you and I have room 322. Riz you get 323 and Sy, you get room 324. I want everyone downstairs nicely dressed by six. Got it?
RIZ: Later.
SY: Alright.
The two siblings took the keys from their father and split up to their room.
It was a Friday afternoon and the whole Skool gather in the cafeteria for lunch. Dib and Cyn sat at their usual table talking. Miz wasn't there because she had left for the family reunion that morning. After all, it was a long way to Harrisburg from... wherever the IZ cast lived. The two humans were together eating lunch... sorta...
CYN: So what are you doing this weekend?
DIB: Well, you know, the usual... three straight hours of Happy Noodle Boy reruns... Mysterious Mysteries Marathon weekend... trying to make life miserable for Zim... How 'bout you?
CYN: Well, you know, the usual absolutely nothing, absolutely nothing and hey! For a change of pace-- absolutely nothing.
DIB: Wow, sure sounds like you have a lot of nothing to do so I guess you wouldn't be interested in going to a Metallica concert this weekend?
CYN: For once I'm at a loss of words... Besides, do you think I'm going to be seen in public with you?
(Cyn's Note: B-but it's my dream to be seen at a Metallica concert with yooou! I lurve you!)
DIB: ... Uh, yes?
CYN: My house, six o'clock, tonight.
Meanwhile in New York...
Liz unlocked the door to the apartment before she and her son entered. The apartment was very homey and comfortable, A touch of bare floor in the dining and kitchen area, a royal blue carpet stretching from one part of the living room. A plasma TV was issued in front of a comfy couch, which bore a girl a year younger than Riz.
She was a Goth. The black dye in her was worn away in some places revealing her a natural blond. Her clothes were black, but the fabric differed between her short-shorts and long-sleeved shirt; the short were made out of demin, while her shirt was velvet with the sleeves and waist ripped and cut so they resembled rags. She had tights that were horizontally striped black and bore holes and runs. The girl's black boots lay forgotten on the floor next to the couch. The Goth sat very still, eyes glazed, a chocolate bar with half the wrapper still on in her mouth. She was neither chewing nor sucking it, but seemed to just have it there so she could taste its sweetness. This was Riz's sister, Syco Raz.
Riz took one look at her expression, then chuckled.
RIZ: Alo is a character after your own heart, huh Sy?
SY: Ethrandir was a rotten baby-sitter.
Riz smiled, remembering the story the two siblings had tried to write a few years ago. He sat down hard on the couch, wincing a little because of his arm. Sy moved her legs closer to herself to make room for her husky brother. She seemed to have come out of her little world and saw Riz's cast arm.
SY: Again?
LIZ: Again.
RIZ: You should've been there, Sy! I got to ride in a helicopter. Oh, my arm! Such pain...
LIZ: You'll live.
SY: Unfortunately.
LIZ: Why when I was your age...
SY & RIZ: Here we go again...
LIZ: ... and there was this other boy in a wheelchair who could only communicate by blowing bubbles through a straw...
RIZ: Okay, I get the picture. My life sucks, but some people have it worst.
At that moment the apartment door opened and a man came in. He was towered over the others presented and was a bit husky himself. He pulled off his sportsjacket and hanged it on the coat-rack after closing the door behind him.
RIZ: Hey, Dad.
DIZ: Hey, family.
LIZ: How was work?
DIZ: Ah, it was a bit tough, but you know--
ALL: Life's tough, but you just have to laugh at the people who have it worst.
RIZ: How hard is it to work as a newspaper photograhper anyway?
LIZ: You really need to set a better example for our children, Dear.
DIZ: Yeh, well-- you broke your arm again?
RIZ: Yep. This is the shortest peirod of time at the hospital. I was in and out, no extra waiting.
DIZ: Maybe you should stop going to the skate-park.
RIZ: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
SY: Gee, Riz. Looks like all the happiness has been sucked out of your life.
RIZ: Y'know, without the skate-park, I'd be hanging out with you all the time. Along with my "Be Happy" shirt, with the smiley face.
SY: Do not ban the skate-park, Dad! Please, for me?
LIZ: Let's drop this.
RIZ: Yes, let's.
LIZ: Oh, and by the way, since we're going to a family reunion this weekend, I'm expecting you and your sister to be packed and ready by tonight.
RIZ: God! Please let me find out I have no other relatives that are like my mother...
Meanwhile...
Zim and GIR watched TV together. Zim had decided to skip Skool because he had "learned" that sometimes humans did that. "The Price is Right" was having their 500th anniversary episode. Zim smacked his knee.
ZIM: Dang! And I thought that Bob Parker was that human who walks on the street corner screaming that former president, Bill Clinton, is the Anti- Christ. (A/N: Don't ask me how Zim knew that stuff...)
GIR: What's an Anti-Christ?
ZIM: How am I supposed to know? I just live here for a relatively short period of time.
TV: Try our new, digitally enhanced, state-of-the-art, hand-held, computerized, Big Mac with taste simulators!
GIR: Oooooooo! Can I buy one, Master?
ZIM: ... Uh... okay, but it says we have to mail money to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
GIR: I'll go get a box!
Several hours later, Zim had his disguise on and was hidden behind a huge cardboard box filled with cash.
GIR: Master? Where'd you go?
GIR looked around the box to see his Irken master taped to the box with duct tape over his arms and mouth.
GIR: Oh, Master! Why didn't you tell me you liked arts and crafts so much? Let's go to the post office and mail this box.
Zim got off the couch, where he'd been sitting, box still attached.
GIR: Should we swing by the fangirls on the way?
ZIM: Mmmf! Mmm! Mmm!
GIR: Maybe you're right. We'll drop by on the way home!
ZIM: Nnnmmmmm!
Later...
Cyn paced around the living room, continuously checking her watch. She sat down on the couch, drumming her hand on her knee.
CYN: Where is he? He's got less than ten seconds before I come looking for him. If he's at Miz's... it's not going to be pretty...
Rit was hanging out one of the second floor windows on the lookout when a hovercraft came riding up.
RIT: Dib ahoy, mommie capiton, sir!
Professor Membrane, of course, couldn't be there in person so he had his hovering television improvise. A robotic arm coming out from behind the screen turn the engine off, as Dib jumped out of the car. Cyn came out, carrying her bag swung over her shoulder. Dib went to help her carry it.
DIB: Harrisburg, here we come! Sorry we're a little early--
CYN: Shut up and get back in! I think my eternal flame of rage at you being late is subsiding to a gently smoldering flam-- What? Early? Uh, heh heh. Ignore what I just said.
RIT: Can I come too, Mommie?
CYN: Only if you don't annoy me the entire way there. Other people on the other--
RIT: Yeesh! All I do is give, give and nobody appreciates me.
DIB: Give? Didn't you tell me that he once stole the Lost and Found box from the zoo, Cyn?
CYN: Yeah, look! He just stole my bag!
Rit grabbed Cyn's bag, opened the trunk of the car, and locked himself in.
CYN: It would be easier to appreciate you if all you gave weren't mouthwash baths and migraines.
Now back to Zim and GIR's perilous situation at the post office. GIR had installed side view mirrors onto the box so Zim could see what he was backing into. And for whatever reason, the little robot had also attached a seatbelt on the other side of the box. GIR pranced up to the front counter, smiling at the postmaster.
GIR: We want to have this box delivered to Harrisburg, PA. I like PA's...
POST MASTER: Regular Mail, Priority Mail? What do you want?
GIR: Well, what I really want is for you to shut up and mail this package and possibly get me a taquito, but to answer your question I want the box overnight.
POST MASTER: Are you sure about that... uh, dog-beaver-man?
GIR: Positive. Hey, Master! I'm using big words.
ZIM: Mmmf!
POST MASTER: That'll be three hundred 'n' fifty dollars.
Zim started squirming; making grunting noises, but no one pays the slightest attention to him. GIR, smiling, gave the post master all 350 in cash. The post master picked up the box with Zim still attached to it as GIR buckles himself to the side of the box with the seatbelt. The human didn't notice the two stowaways as he put the box in the back of the postal truck and drove away.
The next day...
Riz hit his head against the car window. Here he was with his family, all enduring the painfully long trip to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Diz drove the car with his wife in the shotgun. Riz sat in the first row behind his dad. Syco preferred sitting with the luggage, which didn't take up much in the back... surprisingly enough with her mother's. Sy zipped open her backpack and began petting her black cat, Coal. Coal didn't mind being in the backpack. Maybe because Syco brought along a lot of catnip for him.
LIZ: ... With a cluck, cluck here and a cluck, cluck there...
RIZ: Let the bad woman stop!
SY: I have to go to the bathroom!
DIZ: There's a rest stop here, honey. We're making good time, so we can stop.
(Cyn's Note: On a weekend with a Metalica concert going on? Yeah right!)
Diz pulled the car into the parking lot of what looked like a Super Wawa, but not quite. The Raz family piled out of the car. A mail truck was pulling out. Riz looked at it in time to see Zim in the back window.
GIR: R, E, S, P, E, C, T! Find out what it means to me! Just a little bit...
ZIM: Mmmmf!
RIZ: Aaahhhhh! Mom! It's a green guy!
The truck drove out of sight. Liz looked around, too late, and gave her son a pained look.
LIZ: What? You're imagining things. Sometimes I think you're as crazy as your sister is--
SY: Insanity ROCKS!!!
LIZ: *Sigh* Do you want to come in, Ryzie?
RIZ: Just as long as they have better coffee than the last place. Road tar tastes better than that stuff and don't ask how I know what tar tastes like...
SY: You're -always- ending up in the emergency room, so we're -bound- to know how.
About 15 minutes later Riz walked out with two 4-cup trays filled with an emergency supply of coffee and cups, sugar, creamers, stirrers, and for reasons unknown, packets of ketchup. Somehow he managed to keep this balanced between his broken arm and his good arm.
RIZ: Ok, I'm ready to go!
SY: What's with the ketchup?
RIZ: I don't know. I guess I just like ketchup...
Meanwhile...
Hover cars were faster than usual cars, and since Prof. Membrane was so famous that he didn't get tickets when they were pulled over, Cyn and Dib found themselves in Harrisburg in no time. The night before they had gotten to the hotel, Regent it was called. That very morning while Riz was enduring his mother's singing, Dib came down into the breakfast area and found Cyn having some coffee and bagels alone. Dib came up to her, cheerful.
DIB: Sleep ok, Cyn?
CYN: Well, I guess you could say that...
Suddenly, Rit came into the dining hall. He found Cyn in the crowd and came over to the table.
RIT: Mommie! I missed you!
CYN: I missed you, too.
RIT: Want some more coffee?
At the local post office...
GIR: We made it!
The robot unbuckled himself before (finally) untaping Zim's mouth. The Irken glared at his SIR-thing.
ZIM: You're a moron. You don't mail yourself with the box! Plus, that postoffice human-monkey gypped you! You should never pay 350 to mail a box!
GIR: Awwwwww! I love you, toooooooo! We can ride back home on another box.
The GIR retaped his master's mouth and stupidly wrote "CHINA" on the top of the box...
Not far away from there, the Razes were coming closer to Harrisburg. And Riz had one too many cups of coffee.
RIZ: Fffinallyyy! Wwwe'rrrre almmmosttt thththerrre! I'mmm ooon mmmyyy lasst cccuppp offff cccoffffeeeee!... Allll bbbeccccaussse Sssycco ttookkkk a cccupp!
SY: Wow! That car trip was almost bearable! Huh, Coal?
COAL: Yeah, right... I mean... uh... meow!
SY: You talked again!
COAL: Meow!
RIZ: Cccoalll ccccann'tt ttalkk-- hheyyy, wwwherrre dddiddd tththhaaattt ccccattt cccommmme fffrrrmmmm?
SY: Not that it's any of your business, but Mom said I could bring him. He's been sleeping the whole time.
RIZ: Wwwhhyyy ccouldddnn'tt I bbrrringg mmmyyy pppett?
LIZ: You don't have a pet, sweetheart. And could you stop talking that way?
RIZ: I ccann'ttt hhhelpp itt Mmommm.
Syco rolled her eyes before reaching into her shirt and pulling out a gold spray-painted spoon hanging from a golden chain. With this she hit Riz on the back of the head.
RIZ: Ow! Hey-- wait! I'm not stuttering anymore. Thanks, Sy!
SY: Remember what I said about thanking me.
RIZ: Oh, right... uh, Happy Oreos Happy Noodle Boy!
SY: That's better... Are we there yet?
DIZ: I spent the last four hours listening to all of you bicker and chat non-stop, so to put it mildly, shut up!
Surprisingly, everyone did as Diz drove his family into the city. As they came to their first stop-light, Diz looked at the street signs.
DIZ: The hotel is just up the main street. The reunion will be held first at the banquet hall, and when that's over for the day, we'll go to Uncle Red's house. Any questions?
RIZ: When do we eat?
DIZ: Let me rephrase that. Any intelligible questions?
Liz hesitated before opening her mouth, but Diz spoke first.
DIZ: I'll take that as a no.
LIZ: Didn't you know that Norman is hosting the reunion this year so we can stay at the hotel? Of course, it's Red's turn...
DIZ: Fine, we'll check in and ditch your other brother.
Riz and Sy snickered a little. After a while, they finally pulled into the Regent's parking lot. Everyone got out and lugged their things into the lobby. The hotel was huge; it's ceiling reaching up almost to the penthouse. Everywhere was sunny and all the rooms were fraganced with the smell of roses. Sy took one look at this before turning to her mother.
SY: I want to go home.
DIZ: Let me check in and I'll meet you all on the third floor.
They all nodded and lugged their bags up to the third floor. As the Razes paused to take a breath, Diz came up just behind them.
DIZ: Liz, you and I have room 322. Riz you get 323 and Sy, you get room 324. I want everyone downstairs nicely dressed by six. Got it?
RIZ: Later.
SY: Alright.
The two siblings took the keys from their father and split up to their room.