Dib meandered down the stairs and blinked twice at the sight of the vacated living room. Funny, Gaz was always there. He raised an eyebrow and looked in the kitchen to find it equally deserted. Where was Gaz, anyway? It was strange for his sister to ever leave the house, save for skool or the buying of necessities such as soda. He shrugged; she was quite resilient, and he doubted even if she was off boxing with Tyson she'd get hurt. And so, he opened the fridge, grabbed a soda (mercifully not the last), and walked into his living room.

                Upon entry into the room he noticed something through the window. There was a large crowd forming down the road, inexplicably. He sighed upon the realization that the crowd just so happened to be forming in Zim's area. Oh well, something to do… while being the only thing stopping Zim from world domination was stressful and had further added to his reputation for insanity, he had to admit it gave him something to do with his time. He finished the last of the soda, placed the empty can on the table, and dashed outside to save the world. Again.

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                Gaz grumbled upon discovering that she was not the only one after the marvelous slinky. Zim's commercial had apparently been a hit, for there was a plethora of people all milling around, waiting for, she figured, the answer to their problems. Hrrmf, Gaz thought, taking her place at the very tail end of the line, though she kept that rank not for long because more people showed up, it better be a GOOD slinky or Zim will pay.

                There was a brief second when Gaz wondered if, perhaps, she shouldn't be doing this – after all, her brother had devoted his life to stopping what she was inevitably supporting by being here. She mentally shrugged. She wasn't really supporting Zim by purchasing his stupid liquid, she just wanted the slinky. Besides, Zim was too stupid to conquer Earth, and Dib was too stupid to realize it.

                And here was her stupid brother now. Running up heroically to come save the day from a threat even stupider than he was. Gaz shook her head and twitched.

                Dib ran up to the long line of people, staring in awe at the mass crowd formed. He blinked, then narrowed his eyes determinedly and dashed to the front of the line where he saw, not surprisingly, Zim smilingly smugly. That was, until Dib showed up, at which point the alien's artificial eyes narrowed.     

"What do you want, Dib-worm?" The foreign creature hissed.  

"Oh, nothing, Zim," Dib replied, eyes narrowed suspiciously, "just to point out that you're hopeless and I will stop your … diety… thingy."
To this, Zim laughed. A cruel grin appeared on his facial features.

"Stop me? How? They won't listen to you."
Zim was right, and Dib knew it. The boy hardly cared, however.  

"Doesn't matter, Zim," he stated simply, "they never did before and I still – aaarggh! Hey!"
Dib was cut short by the scarily large woman directly behind him growling and picking him up by his trench coat collar.  

"NO CUTTING IN THE LINE!" She screamed loudly, flinging the rather surprised child out of her way.

Zim, equally surprised though greatly amused, blinked, and then snickered to himself at the loud, probably painful crash that accompanied Dib's landing.  Several spaces behind the woman, Gaz raised an eyebrow as her brother's figure sailed through the air and landed in a heap. Serves him right for being so stupid, she thought idly. She stepped forward as the line lurched, bringing her to slinky-possessing glory. Zim lowered an eyebrow suspiciously at the thought that his rival's little sister was inadvertently aiding his world conquest. Gaz twitched, and opened one eye.   

"I want a slinky," she stated rather threateningly, diving into her pockets for some money and slamming it down on Zim's table. The alien blinked. If he'd had any thoughts about denying Gaz her slinky, they were quickly vanished out of fear, along with the fact that she quite obviously didn't care much for her brother and therefore wouldn't be likely to help him. Quickly he got out a vial of the concoction and a slinky. Appeased, Gaz returned her eye to it's perpetual squint, shoved the vial carelessly in her pocket and tested the slinky by changing the height of her hands.  

"Good," she said quite simply, walking away from Zim and the mass line. She cast a glance to the side as she walked and saw Dib slowly prying himself off the sidewalk.             

"Get up," Gaz said, semi-sadistically, "you're looking like the moron you are."  And then she continued on her way home. Dib groaned and rose to his feet, one hand rubbing his rib cage, then shook his head and darted after his scary sister.