Gaz stared around inside Zim's supposedly highly advanced base, which looked like a completely normal house. Well, not exactly normal… but you get the point. THIS, she thought incredously, is what Dib spends all his time trying to break into? What's he gonna achieve? Proof that aliens have television? She bitterly noted how stupid her brother was, and stared. Zim wasn't even inside. 

"Go keep him busy," came a voice from behind them.

                 Who was she, again? Dib's stupid girlfriend or something. Gaz snorted. No, Dib didn't have friends, let alone a girlfriend. What was her name, anyways? Pin? Tack? Something like that. Gaz and Dib turned in time to see Tak stare around, before staring at the toilet. With an audible groan, she closed her eyes and swallowed her dignity. Gaz snorted and turned around, grabbing Dib's collar and dragging him with her. 

"Come on," she growled, "the sooner we distract Zim the sooner we get my slinky and the sooner we leave."
                Dib made an odd choking noise in response, and Gaz looked over her shoulder, only semi-surprised to see her grip on his trench coat was a bit to tight. With a quirk of her eyebrow she released him, and he promptly went to rubbing his throat. As much as he annoyed her, she couldn't honestly say she wished death upon him. Besides, then she'd have to heat up her own leftovers.
                Grumbling, Gaz stared out the window and discovered Zim was, in fact, still outside and still selling. She folded her arms, glaring at her brother slightly. 

"Go… distract him or something," she ordered. Dib looked at her. 

"Aren't you coming?"             

"Do I ever help you?" Gaz questioned. Her brother sighed. 

"What should I say?"
Gaz raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I care?"
With that she opened the door labeled "Men's room", shoved her brother through it, stepped through the threshold, and slammed it behind her.
                Zim, who had been in the process of handing over another slinky, jumped slightly and turned around. The enemies' eyes locked, and they glared at each other for a second, before acknowledging each other with the cold mix of resentment and – much to both of their chagrin – respect they always used around each other.  Despite the fact they were reluctant to admit it, even to themselves, they both knew their opponent was a worthy challenger – otherwise, one of them would have won.
 "Dib-human." 

"Zim."
It took Zim a second to realize Dib and his sister had come from inside his base. When he did realize, he leapt up. 

"Insolent worm-larvae! You dare infiltrate the might Zim's ba--… perfectly NORMAL house?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Give up, Zim! I'm here to uh… stop you and…stuff."
Gaz mentally slapped her brother. Christ, he couldn't even act normal for him. Zim squinted one eye at Dib, before laughing sharply. 

"Fool! You see, Dib, your species has played rather blindly into my plans, and I do believe they've left you a little outnumbered."
With a quick encompassing motion, Zim pointed to the hundreds of now scarily thin women standing by, an absent look dancing in their eyes. Dib stared.                 

"That's right, incompetent Dib-worm," Zim hissed, "quiver in fear at the might of my army!"
Gaz and her brother stared at the glassy-eyed women compiled in Zim's lawn. One was very interested in catching a fly that repeatedly landed on her nose. Another one scratched her head, looking confused, and yet another fell over with simply no reason at all. 

"That's really…um… not intimidating." Dib pointed out. "I mean, yeah, there are a lot of them, but do they even know what's going on?"

Zim glared daggers at his foe.  

"Do not question the mighty wrath of Zim and his army of stink-beasts!" Zim turned to his 'army'. "Subordinate filth-encrusted baboons! Dispose of the intruders!"
Much to the Membrane children's surprise, the clan of women and two or three men blinked, and trained their gaze on them. In stiff, zombie-like goosesteps the rag-tag army approached the two. Dib hardly had time to gulp before being grabbed by the neck and dragged backwards into the house by his sister, who apparently thought quicker than he did when faced with anorexic-like thin women in a hypnosis like state.

AN: Yay! I'm actually updating this thing now! Sorry if it slows down, I've had a lot of time off school to do this but now schools' back to normal so I'll be busier. R/R, please? Preeeetty please?