New updatey time goes wee!
Disclaimer: I dun own Dora the Explorer
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"Tu eres gordo y bajo!" said the barking metal ball. Dib-ario scratched his head, cause he was stupid and didn't speak Spanish.
"Me no speaky-o yo languago," Dib-ario replied. The metal ball looked at him confused, then laughed and barked at him. Then he tackled him. Dib-ario cried out in pain. He had jumped back into the first painting he had gone into, cause he didn't feel like going into a level full of water and chasing an eel. He also didn't want to go into a haunted mansion to get eaten by a ghost.
When he had been in this painting the first time, he had seen the star floating in a cage behind the metal ball dog thingy. A chomp. Whatever they're called. He hadn't been sure how to go about getting the star from the...that thing, so he just decided to talk to it.
"(there would be an upside down question mark here, but my computer is stupid)Te gusta la comida, si? Ha ha ha!" the chompy ball said, laughing. Dib-ario was deeply confused.
"Can't you make him speak a different language?!" Dib-ario yelled up at the author. There was a 'ding' sound, and the chomp got all shiny like.
"Konnichiwa!" the chomp said happily. Dib-ario slapped himself in the face.
"Hey, I don't think you're getting anywhere with him," some freaky looking turtle koopa thing said, appearing behind Dib-ario. He had ugly shoes on. "Dude, aren't you that greasy guy that killed the King Bomb-omb?"
"...Yes," Dib-ario replied, scared of the turtle. It made a sound like a hyperventilating weener dog.
"Kwuh-kwuh!" the turtle said ecstatically, clapping its nubs for hands. "You must have been fast to beat him!"
Dib-ario scratched his head, remember how slow the Bomb-omb King had moved. "Yeah, okay."
"Dude, like yo! Let's race! That away, I can prove to the world that you just won that fight because you took steroids!" the turtle said.
"Wha-?!" Dib-ario exclaimed.
"Dude, you think I believe somebody like you could kill that King guy? You had to have taken some kind of drug to beat him. Like the chomp ball said, 'Tu eres gordo y bajo!'" He grew serious. "If you want to prove me wrong, beat me in this race." He put out his nub hand. Dib-ario eyed it.
"You're on," he said, and he shook the nub. A gun was fired somewhere and freaky race/hoe down music started playing, and the turtle ran away and jumped off a cliff.
"Uuuhh..."
Dib-ario watched in shock as he saw the turtle run straight up a steep hill, a third of the way up the mountain. He quickly started running, going across the bridge and through the field where the water bombs were still being dropped. Dib-ario saw a pit of giant iron balls rolling around to his right, a steep hill in front of him. He tried to run up the hill, but gravity was against him.
"Hurray for science!" gravity yelled as it made Dib-ario fall all the way back down the hill and into the pit of giant rolling metal balls that squished him and made him cry like a little baby...*pant pant* Run on sentences are funnerer than science!
"Ow.." Dib-ario whimpered as he quickly dodged being rolled over a second time. He slowly climbed out of the pit and started running again. "Where's that stupid koopa guy?" he asked, looking around as he ran.
"Kwuh kwuh!" the koopa cheered from the top of the mountain. "I won! I won!" He did a dance. "Go Koopa, it's yo birthday! Go Koopa! It's yo birthday!" A giant hole opened up underneath the koopa and he fell down it, leaving a star behind. Just as the hole closed up, Dib-ario made it to the top of the mountain.
"Oh..." Dib-ario whined, panting. He fell over. "I give up. I can't believe a turtle beat me in a race, though." He rubbed his head and sighed. Then he heard the twinkly sound of the star floating by him. He jumped up and raced over to it.
"What?! But I lost!" Dib-ario exclaimed.
"I hated that guy," the author replied sternly. "He was such a friggin' jerk, and he always beat me in the giant/tiny level with the goombas." Dib-ario grinned and grabbed the star.
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King BowZim sat Indian style in front of the TV, bopping his head along to the music coming out of it. A dancing monkey was on the screen.
"I love my boots! Yep, that's me!" the TV said. BowZim giggled as the monkey did a backflip. Princess Poison groaned in disgust from her throne, her nails digging into the arm rests.
"Zim, you do realize that show is for babies," she said calmly. She jerked her neck to the side, cracking it.
"So?!" BowZim replied angrily. "I watch this show every day with Gir. I used to hate it, but it kinda grew on me." Poison glared at him. "...WHAT?!" BowZim demanded. Poison just shook her head. A goomba fell through the roof, screaming insanely. After it landed flat on its face and straightened itself out a little, it ran over to BowZim.
"Dib-aro comes ever closer, my lord!" the goomba cried, waddling in circles around BowZim and the TV. "Only a few more stars and he'll-"
"WE DID IT! HURRAY!" the TV blared. The monkey was dancing with a Latin girl. The goomba stared at the TV, his eyes bulging, then he looked over at BowZim and started laughing.
"Children's cartoons, my lord?!" the goomba cried, and he fell over and kicked his legs in the air as he laughed. Princess Poison groaned. BowZim clenched his fists and glared at the goomba.
"SHUTUP!" BowZim screamed, blowing fire out of his mouth. The goomba got caught in the flames and was burnt horribly. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was a pile of smoldering goomba ashes.
"Jeez, Zim!" Poison cried from her throne. BowZim rubbed the back of his head, ashamed.
"He started it!" he said, pointing at the ashes.
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Dib-ario jumped out of the painting, proud of himself. He took off his hat, scratched his mustache, and threw a shoe at the save menu that constantly bothered him.
"Hello!"
Dib-ario jumped in surprise, and turned to see that Gir was standing in the corner of the room. He was wearing the mushroom hat and blue vest.
"Where's Tak?!" Dib-ario demanded.
"She went byes," Gir replied, making chicken wing motions. "She said that you were a pathetic excuse of a hero and that Zim is a mego...meg...megalomaniac and that the author is a psychotic, maniacal beast with poor grammer and she hates everybody." Gir smiled happily at the end of the sentence, sticking his tongue out to the side. "Then a giant hand came out of the sky and took her away!" He through his hands out in the air. "HUG ME!"
"Sooooo...Tak's not coming back?" Dib-ario asked, keeping his distance from the robot.
"No, she isn't. Aint nobody gonna say I gots bad grammer, yo G dog," the author calmly replied.
Dib-ario rubbed his head, trying to ignore the author's insane laughter and Gir's screams of pleasure as he wrestled a weasel. "Brain...melting."
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Twas a bit shorter than usual, but I liked it. Shadole will probably be updated around April 9. If plans change, I'll tell you beforehand.
