Plot of Dooooom
Part2 Thanks to an anonymous reviewer, this chapter has been revised.
As Zim monitored the hamster spies in action, Dib kept an eye out to see if anything was going to kill him in his sleep. He was afraid that selling toasters some how made Zim smarter, and with Zim smarter, Dib wasn't up against a stupid alien. But this was not true. Zim was still stupid...to a certain degree, Dib was still paranoid, and Naz was plotting he revenge against Dib. Gir sat in his cage sing. "LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED...LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTEDD!!" and dancing his pure little gears out. Also that night, Zim was astonished of the amount of hamster spies that had retreated. The little information wasn't enough to give to the tallest. Zim then, just had a brake through. Squirrels. They were everywhere. If Zim created a robot squirrel, then he could send it everywhere in town to spy on the town. It was a costly idea. "I'll just send the hamster spies out instead." The hamsters were free. They had the world...or the city to crap...complain...and...other things that hamsters do...to do. Zim went to school the next day, kicking a couple of his hamster spies out of the way. They were everywhere. "Zim. I know that you INFFFESTED the town with hamsters...but I don't know why." Zim gave a glare to Dib. "What makes you think that I did this?" Dib picked up one of the hamsters. It read on the back of the hamster... 'Property of Zim' Dib continued, "I don't know...but when I find the proof I need, you're going down."
Class wasn't any better. Ms. Bitters had noticed the recent hamster invasion and decided to make a class plan on it. "Class, due to the recent hamster invasion, class today with revolve on the upcoming event of the hamsters ruling the world." "CAN'T YOU SEE..." a child ranted, "IT HAS ALREADY BAGUN. THE NEXT THING YOU TELL ME, THE HAMSTERS GOT THE MILITARY BASE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN..." The child continued to breathe deeply. Ms. Bitters pressed a button, and the child was catapulted out of the classroom, screaming all the way. "Anyone else have something to say?" Ms. Bitters asked the children. Another boy raised his hand, and he was catapulted out of the room. "ANYONE ELSE!!!" Ms. Bitters asked again. The children then realized that if they raised their hand, they got to leave school... Suddenly, all the children had their hands raised. Ms. Bitters said, "alright then...class dismissed...oh, wait, this is easier." She reached under her desk and pushed a button that read, 'To catapult all the little brats in your classroom, have a nice vacation.'
Zim waited for his hamster spies that night. Some returned, others didn't. Either continuing to collect data, picked up by eager fathers trying to patch up a lose relationship with his son/daughter, or dead. Some of the hamsters had video feed. The rest had typed as programmed.
Subject: Family of 4
Date of Creation: The day the husband and wife got married and had a kid, idiot.
Dad: Come on son, let's go play in the toilet. Child: Okay...dad. Dad: I'm gonna learn you good, boy.
At that time, Gir had awaked to his alarm of the angry monkey. "DO THE MONKEY...WITH ME..." The doorbell rang at that time, and Gir ran to answer it. He opened the door hoping for a pizza deliver man. "BACON...DOGS DON'T KNOW IT'S NOT BACON...NEW BACONSTRIPES." Just then, Gir was slammed into the wall by a powerful slap. But he recovered by the dance styles of the famous song, 'pump the jazz'. Zim was wide-awake by then. He walked through the hall to see who had disrupted him. "What are you doing here filthy earth baby?" "Hello Zim."
Part2 Thanks to an anonymous reviewer, this chapter has been revised.
As Zim monitored the hamster spies in action, Dib kept an eye out to see if anything was going to kill him in his sleep. He was afraid that selling toasters some how made Zim smarter, and with Zim smarter, Dib wasn't up against a stupid alien. But this was not true. Zim was still stupid...to a certain degree, Dib was still paranoid, and Naz was plotting he revenge against Dib. Gir sat in his cage sing. "LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED...LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTEDD!!" and dancing his pure little gears out. Also that night, Zim was astonished of the amount of hamster spies that had retreated. The little information wasn't enough to give to the tallest. Zim then, just had a brake through. Squirrels. They were everywhere. If Zim created a robot squirrel, then he could send it everywhere in town to spy on the town. It was a costly idea. "I'll just send the hamster spies out instead." The hamsters were free. They had the world...or the city to crap...complain...and...other things that hamsters do...to do. Zim went to school the next day, kicking a couple of his hamster spies out of the way. They were everywhere. "Zim. I know that you INFFFESTED the town with hamsters...but I don't know why." Zim gave a glare to Dib. "What makes you think that I did this?" Dib picked up one of the hamsters. It read on the back of the hamster... 'Property of Zim' Dib continued, "I don't know...but when I find the proof I need, you're going down."
Class wasn't any better. Ms. Bitters had noticed the recent hamster invasion and decided to make a class plan on it. "Class, due to the recent hamster invasion, class today with revolve on the upcoming event of the hamsters ruling the world." "CAN'T YOU SEE..." a child ranted, "IT HAS ALREADY BAGUN. THE NEXT THING YOU TELL ME, THE HAMSTERS GOT THE MILITARY BASE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN..." The child continued to breathe deeply. Ms. Bitters pressed a button, and the child was catapulted out of the classroom, screaming all the way. "Anyone else have something to say?" Ms. Bitters asked the children. Another boy raised his hand, and he was catapulted out of the room. "ANYONE ELSE!!!" Ms. Bitters asked again. The children then realized that if they raised their hand, they got to leave school... Suddenly, all the children had their hands raised. Ms. Bitters said, "alright then...class dismissed...oh, wait, this is easier." She reached under her desk and pushed a button that read, 'To catapult all the little brats in your classroom, have a nice vacation.'
Zim waited for his hamster spies that night. Some returned, others didn't. Either continuing to collect data, picked up by eager fathers trying to patch up a lose relationship with his son/daughter, or dead. Some of the hamsters had video feed. The rest had typed as programmed.
Subject: Family of 4
Date of Creation: The day the husband and wife got married and had a kid, idiot.
Dad: Come on son, let's go play in the toilet. Child: Okay...dad. Dad: I'm gonna learn you good, boy.
At that time, Gir had awaked to his alarm of the angry monkey. "DO THE MONKEY...WITH ME..." The doorbell rang at that time, and Gir ran to answer it. He opened the door hoping for a pizza deliver man. "BACON...DOGS DON'T KNOW IT'S NOT BACON...NEW BACONSTRIPES." Just then, Gir was slammed into the wall by a powerful slap. But he recovered by the dance styles of the famous song, 'pump the jazz'. Zim was wide-awake by then. He walked through the hall to see who had disrupted him. "What are you doing here filthy earth baby?" "Hello Zim."
