Yay! I'm updating! W00t! kay, you know the song and dance-I own the characters. Well, some of them. I dun own the story.

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Zim mentally kicked himself for ever accepting brownies from Bakura. It was not a practice one should EVER...um...practice. This was something Zim knew for certain now. Not only was he stuck in what he figured to be a hallucinogenic coma, he had NO idea on how to get out of it. Mournfully he sighed and rested his elbows on his knees. Only the gods knew what was going to happen next, what with Wendiara being so dominating, and Gallybelle being...absent.

A little way away, Wendiara was nearly through 'briefing' her 'troops.' Actually, she was just telling them in commanding tones that they were ordered to search the island and report any natives back to her. (Even though the Lost Boys knew the island like the backs of their grimy little mitts.)

"Now get moving, pansies!" Wendiara yelled. The Lost Boys all turned tail and fled, wanting, understandably, to get as far as possible from the mad girl. Wendiara marched over to where Zim sat, flaunting the new uniform she made for herself from her shredded nightgown. Zim almost gagged, but caught himself just in time. Needless to say, Wendiara was NOT your average 'good little girl.'

"Get up, Green Boy," she ordered, twisting one of Zim's antennae painfully. "You're gonna show me around this little island, got it? And if you don't.." she held up a rock and winked.

Zim gulped. "Listen, Kit-uh, Wendiara, I don't really know my way around. Gallybelle was the one who got us here, remember, so I have no knowledge that is of use to you."

His endeavor to ditch the girl earned him another painful twist. "You are going to escort me, ZIM...and you're going to be HAPPY about it. Am I clear?"

Zim gulped again and scowled at her. "Crystal."

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"Geez, what a drag that girl is," mumbled Nibbs. "I never thought I'd see the day when a GIRL was leadin' the Lost Boys...and Zim Pan is sitting there taking orders from her!"

The twins nodded in solemn agreement. "I know. I think we're lucky to get off with a scouting mission.." began one.

"..Yeah. Think of what she's doing to poor Zim!" the other finished.

The group continued on in sullen silence, while the background music was obviously trying its damnedest to warn them about approaching Indians. Let's face it though, actors are notoriously bad about paying attention to the background music.

"Hey, look at this!" yelled Johnnyhoff suddenly. "It's a footprint!" He placed his own tiny foot against the adult print. "It's got to be at least three feet long!" he yelled gleefully, momentarily forgetting Wendiara and Zim.

The Boys clustered around the print, muttering and tracing the print with their fingers.

"Wow, the tribe must pay a bundle for new shoes."

"The tribe doesn't wear shoes, stupid."

"Maybe they have to get bigger moccasins, stupid!"

The other boy responded by shoving the first speaker into a bush and going back to looking at the footprint.

Unfortunately for the kid in the bush, his buddy had shoved him right into an Indian warrior waiting for him. Tough luck, huh? Anyway, the kid was trussed up like some sort of trussed up thing, and tossed into a sack. The warriors moved onto the rest of the boys.

One by one, the Boys were snatched and sacked, without any of them noticing. Finally only Johnnyhoff was left examining the print. He's pretty determined, that one. Even he, though, was captured and thrown in a sack for transportation back to the camp.

After a bumpy, painful ride, the Indians emptied the Boys out of the sacks and onto the ground in the center of a ring of teepees. Nibbs rubbed his rear end and glared up at the person standing before them, obscured by the sun.

"What are we doing here? There was no hunt scheduled for today, you know!" he shouted indignantly. The shadowed figure responded by letting loose with a hacking, juicy cough.

"(Hack, hack) Shut your ignorant noise hole, pale face! Where is my daughter?"

"Hey, Bloody Lungs, you're paler than Nibbs is!" shouted the second twin.

Chief Bloody Lungs scowled at him and folded his arms, moving away from the sun so that light could glance off his strange golden skin. (Anyone know who I'm talking about? ^^) "It's an expression we Indians use to distinguish ourselves from YOU annoying little children, all right? By Nuitari, I swear." He coughed mildly and blinked angrily, flashing a glimpse of his weird hourglass pupils. "Answer my question, anyway."

Johnnyhoff shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm new here. Who are you? Who's your daughter? Why are you called Bloody Lungs? Did you eat the brownies too?"

The black-garbed figure scowled. "I am the chief of the Black Robe Indian Tribe. We're second cousins to the Black Feet," he added, after a pause. "My daughter, Phoenix Lily, is missing. Hence the reason I asked you where she was. I am called Bloody Lungs (choke, gasp, *nasty sound*) because I have bloody lungs. And no, I didn't eat the brownies."

((A/N-sorry about that bit of discontinuity, but Kitiara was extremely pissed that she had to be in the story and her weakling half brother didn't. So I added him. ^^))

"Wait, Phoenix Lily is missing?" interrupted Nibbs. "She wasn't missing last time we saw her."

"Gee, is that so?" Chief asked sarcastically. "I was so sure she was." He sighed disgustedly and rolled his eyes. "I HATE children. Especially ones that aren't mine...Anyway, if my daughter isn't returned to this very spot within twelve hours, you're all gonna BURN." He smirked evilly.

"This is why we don't like Disney movies," Nibbs whispered to Mikael. "The plots never make sense."

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"So....um...this is a lagoon, I guess...filled with water, and some rocks, and a few of these half-fish people."

Wendiara sighed disgustedly and rolled her eyes at Zim. This dork was the WORST tour-guide she had EVER seen. And seeing as how she was from London, she knew a bad tour-guide when she saw one. Plus, he was resisting her advances, without even knowing he was doing it. Intolerable.

Zim tenderly led Wendiara down to the edge of the water, hovering lightly to help himself over large gaps. Wendiara had to slog through the water, a fact she deeply resented.

'Mental note:' she told herself. 'Kill this little fool more.'

Several of the mermaids swam over to say hello to Zim.

"Pan! We haven't seen you in EVER so long! Why ever have you been away for so long?"

"Pan, you haven't been seeing another woman, have you? I couldn't BEAR that, you know."

Zim winced as Wendiara strode up behind him and glared at the mermaids.

One of them, a girl with green skin, red eyes, and socks over her ears, swam a bit closer to Wendiara and stared at her foot. "How do you manage to stay up on these things?" she exclaimed. "Especially these ones in particular; I mean, look at them! They're all small and squishy, and the bottoms of them are covered in some sort of scale or something."

Wendiara kicked the mermaid's hand away and yanked on her hair. "These are feet, stupid! They're very useful for walking!" She delivered a vicious punch to the mermaid's face, and let out a lovely stream of swear words when the fish girl bit down on her knuckles.

Zim turned away, clutching his stomach. Hand to hand combat was SO barbaric. And dirty. Instead, he left the two girls to beat each other up, and floated over to a large rock at the edge of the lagoon. By now, the other mermaids had long since left, not daring to risk the wrath of Wendiara, so there wasn't even anyone to rave at.

He had just settled onto the rock, comfortable as one could be sitting on a wet rock, when he heard someone talking in a low voice, out over the water. He squinted and noticed a small water craft, well-built, skimming past the mouth of the lagoon. There was one character, tall and dressed in a long scarlet captains coat, and two others sitting down. One was rowing, and had pale spikey hair. The other figure was bound at the ankles, and her hands were tied behind her back. Short white hair fluttered in the breeze.

Zim sighed in despair as he realized who the people were-Ishtar, Bakura, and Phoenix; but the gods knew how they had been twisted out of character. Seeing as how Gally was a fairy and Kitiara/Wendiara had become a prepubescent nightmare, ANYTHING could have happened to these three.

Zim sighed again and flew after the small boat, noticing with grim irony that it was headed to a suspiciously skull shaped rock looming over the sea.

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Well, there's your chapter, everyone! Please review, it makes me feel happy inside. And that's a moderately rare thing, me feeling happy inside. Do it, or I'm gonna turn Kurama into a head of cabbage! And then Hiei will go medieval on all your' hienies! ^^