The 31 Days of October

October 1st; Wednesday

7:08 p.m.

Zim was staring blankly at the television screen. GIR shrieked jovially in the background, and Zim suspected he had set something or other on fire. More likely than not, himself.

"GIR, BE QUIET, I'm listening for YAAAAAHH!!" Zim was surprised as the robot thrust its head into his line of vision, approximately two inches away from Zim's face. "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!"

". . . Moooo!" GIR squeaked and was silent. Zim sighed and shoved him abruptly out of his face.

"I'm busy. I'm busy. . . FORMING AN EVIL PLOT." Zim nodded. "Yeah. It's gonna be THE BOMB DIGGI- it'll be good."

"PIMP JUICE!" Oh, yes. Zim's vermilion eyes turned into thin slits as the screen was filled with yellow and green, bright, vibrant colors. A man danced in the background, while holding a yellow can.

"Pimp juice! Just gotta let it loose!" He held the can up to the screen, showing the magical ingredients to the pimpified drink. As if on cue, Zim pulled out the exact same can, marveling at it.

"GIR, with this can, I can rule!" He nodded with satisfaction. "Just like the human on the Teevee says!"

GIR watched the screen with a deep fascination, then finally declared, "LET IT LOOSE!! WHOOO!!!" He produced a can of his own, shook it, and pulled the tab, spraying the contents in Zim's face. Zim's skin sizzled unpleasantly, but did not burn. Behold the high-pH, disturbingly base-like PIMP JUICE! Nonetheless, Zim found himself rather distressingly. . . STICKY. He got up to go to his lab and clean off when GIR suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs. Zim whirled around, MATRIX-STYLE, and looked about the room for the intruder. There was none, of course; GIR was just screaming.

"GIR! Go to sleep. Or watch the tel-ay-vision." Zim nodded once as though this was enough of a command, and started to head to his lab once more. Again, GIR screamed. "MASTER!! Master. . . wait. . ."

"WHAT, GIR?"

". . . Do you LOOOVE me?"

". . ."

". . ."

". . . No."

GIR's eyes filled with tears. Zim quickly retracted his statement. "EH. . .! I MEAN YES! Yesss. . ." The doorbell suddenly rang and Zim, sticky and non-disguise-ified, went to answer it. He muttered to himself in his distraction. "Love you enough to kill you. . ."

He pulled open the door, and LORD BEHOLD! A bright flash made him shudder violently, and his eyes shrink to two small, horrible red dots. A familiar shriek echoed through his house; he looked up and saw the smug-looking face of his arch-enemy.

"YOU PIG-MONSTER!!!" Dib poked him in the belly, and ran away from the front of the house. The ominous lawn-gnomes on the lawn hissed, and began to aim bright, red lights right behind his foot. Dib skipped away to the pavement, blew a raspberry, and ran off.

Zim threw down the carbonated beverage, and twisted his neck around. GIR shrieked, and hopped over towards Zim. His arms clamped around his legs in a lovingly fashion. He grinned.

Without another word, Zim dragged himself to the kitchen trash can. He shook off his incompetent assistant, glared, and zoomed down the chute. GIR only smiled innocently.

Zim cleansed himself, getting rid of the sticky, pimptastic coating of JUICE. He popped both contacts in quickly and grabbed GIR by the wrist, pulling him along behind him. "QUICKLY, GIR! We must make haste! HE TOOK A FLASHY SNAPPY THINGY!"

GIR gasped in horror. "No!"

"No, really, he did," replied Zim conversationally. "BE THAT AS IT MAY!" He leapt into the Voot Cruiser, Gir still being pulled behind. Zim opened the roof up, and raised the Voot Cruiser through the house. It took off with a mighty burst of flame, flew at top speed for about two seconds, then crashed onto the street in front of Dib's house, leaving a crater about five feet deep in the pavement. "WE HAVE ARRIVED!!" declared Zim.

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Inside of the Membrane household, Gaz was sitting on the couch, as usual, playing her Game Slave 2. In case anyone cared, she was on level seventy-two of Utra Mega Vampire Piggie Hunter Extreme Brothers version II. What you should care about is that, it is very, very difficult to get to level seventy-two on Ultra Mega Vampire Piggie Hunter Extreme Brothers version II, let alone level seventy-one.

SO, ANYWAY, Gaz was playing her game, when Dib came in. He proudly marched through the living room, around the sofa, in front of the Teevee, around a chair, then sat down on the couch. Carefully, he set down the developing picture on the sofa arm, giddy with pleasure. Gaz scoffed.

"Gaz! You won't believe it! I got a picture of Zim, without his disguise on! And with some kind of super-freaky green stuff on him!" Gaz continued playing. "It was super-freaky."

The doorbell rang. Dib bounced off of the couch, and headed for the door. At that exact moment, the batteries in the back of Gaz's Game Slave 2 suddenly decided to fall out. Gaz stared in complete horror, then at the fallen batteries. As most people do, she didn't quite believe the sight before her. She stared at the vanishing game screen.

She shook. "DIB..." She threw the game into the sofa. "I will....KILL YOU!"

Dib was oblivious to his sister's death threat, and grabbed the door handle. He pulled, and grinned.

"Hellooo--HEY!"

"HELLO. . . Diiiib." Zim grimaced in an attempt to smile in a friendly manner. Dib recoiled at the disturbing sight.

"Uh. . . Zim, this is like. . . the fourth time you've come to my house now, and I'm supposed to be your enemy, s-"

"SILENCE! Don't think you fooled me. . . with the FLASHY AND THE RUNNING AND THE WHATNOT!" snapped Zim. "I demand to be let into your pathetic human fortress!" He pushed passed Dib and glared around the room, spotting only Gaz and something or other on the television. "Hmm. . ."

Dib looked at Zim with a mixed look of annoyance and glee. He could finally capture Zim! It'd be great! He'd be all, 'I'VE GOT YOU NOW, ZIM!' and Zim would be all, 'YOU'RE RIGHT I SHOULD GO AWAY' and leave and Dib wo-

GIR squealed happily and leapt onto Dib's head, pulling at the long spike of hair like the reigns of a horse. "YEEHAW, I'M A PIRATE!" declared GIR joyously. Dib tossed the robot disguised as a dog off of his head.

Zim turned and glared at Dib. "SO! Where is it, DIB? Where's the CAMERA?" Dib hesitated. Zim took advantage of the hesitation. "A-HA! IT'S IN YOUR ROOM! ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT?! PREDICTABLE HUMAN!"

"NO! It's not in my room, it's in. . . er. . . IT'S IN M-"

"DIB, SET THE TABLE!"

"DAAAD, I'M-"

"SET IT!"

Dib sighed and smacked his forehead. "Could you hold on a second?"

"Oh, okay." Zim nodded mildly and sat in a chair, waiting patiently.

Dib watched Gaz stomp out the living room, and shrugged it off. He glanced through the dining room door, looking for the place mats. He walked through the hallways, mouthed I'll be there in a second to Zim, and ran into the kitchen. The utensil drawer was wide open, and slightly crooked. Dib only blinked, and pulled out a few forks.

After a few minutes, he ran back to the living room, panting.

"Okay...As I was saying...IT'S IN MY--"

"Oooh, it doesn't matter, human! I know where it is!" Zim relied on his amazing knowledge of Dib's house--which wasn't much--and ran up the stairs.

"It's not up there!"

"IT IS TOO, AND I'LL PROVE IT!" He smacked Dib, and made it to the upstairs hallway. Dib jumped forward, and would have been able to trip Zim, had it not been for the random piece of stuffing that somehow managed to trip him.

"What the--!" Zim saw the open door of Dib's room, and ran inside.

"Hmm, HMM!" Zim grabbed hold of the edge of his bed sheets. Dib balanced himself, and steadied himself in the doorway.

"Hey, I got that for Christmas!" He grabbed onto Zim's torso. Zim growled, and continued his attempt of ripping off the sheets.

"Ahh--ahh...Eh?" They both stopped, and looked at the weird object sitting on the top of the bed. Stuffing was floating slowly through the air. A small, torn brown stuffed dog rolled off of the bed.

To be continued...

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