Wh00t! Third chappie up and ready to be read (yay go me!). Also, I have taken the liberty to make this chapter longer by request of ckret2!

Disclaimer: Who owns Zim and Dib and Gaz? That's right! It's Jhonen Vasquez! All those who got the answer right get $100…in Monopoly money! Don't go spending it all in one place. =P

And now…are you ready for some YELLING!? Cause this chapter has got a lot!

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"Microooo! Let GOOOO!"

Zim yelled, swinging his head wildly in a vain attempt to dislodge his robot companion. Unfortunately, Micro just giggled and held on tighter, squishing Zim's poor little antennae in its robot grip.

"EEEEYAAH! MICRO THAT HURTS!"

"Sorry my master!" The pressure was released as Micro jumped off his head to land in front of him, saluting smartly as its eyes flashed red. Zim winced, rubbing his antennae as he glared at the robot. As if his whole body didn't hurt already…

"Micro, when we get back home remind me to have one of the mechanic teachers check you out. There's something wrong with you."

"Yes my master!" Micro repeated, before smiling goofily and running circles around the Voot Cruiser. Zim sighed and for the first time since he had crashed took a good look at his surroundings, trying to ignore Micro singing the Irken National Anthem as best he could.

What is this place? It's so horribly WHITE and so horribly COLD and so horribly…WHITE…and – I don't know where I am. HOW can I not know where I am?! An Irken trainee does not never know where he is!! I AM ZIIM!!!

Zim screamed out the last sentence. By the time it had left his mouth he immediately felt better; more secure and in control of his situation.

"Hahaha!" Micro giggled softly in a strange voice.

"What's so funny?" Zim whirled on the robot, hands on hips, before stopping short and staring at the sight before his large red eyes. Apparently Micro, for some strange unknown reason, had been licking the side of the Voot Cruiser and its tongue had somehow stuck to it. Zim stared at the spectacle for a while, the corners of his mouth twitching. Then he burst out into high pitched laughter.

"Mathta! Ma tung ith thtuck!! Yay! It feelth nithe!" Micro squealed (or at least tried to) as it attempted to pull itself away from the spaceship, its tongue making odd splch spltch sounds every time it pulled back. Zim continued laughing as he went over to help the dysfunctional android.

"MwahahahaHA - stupid dysfunctional MicroSIR - hahahaha aheaheheh – cause so much problems and yet – hahahah *snicker snort cough wheeze*"

 Zim grabbed Micro around the middle and pulled with all his might, grunting a little with the effort. There was a sudden pop! and Zim gave a little squeak of surprise as he found himself falling backwards, clutching Micro. A second later and the wind was knocked out of him as he landed flat on his back with a very heavy metal robot on his chest,

"Oof!"

"Wheeee!"

"Micro getoff!"

"Um, hello?" A new voice, one which Zim recognized as the strange voice he originally thought was Micro, said shyly. Zim looked up to see an upside down face staring at him – and it was a very weird upside down face at that. It was a pale pinky colour and had black spiky hair on its head. Not to mention it had strange extra appendages on its face, as well as four eyes. Zim stared at it in fascination, before he came to terms with what he was looking at.

It was an ALIEN!!

It might be hostile!!

…It was an ALIEN!!

"AHHHHHH! GET AWAAAY FROM MEEE!!" The Irken rolled out from underneath his robot before leaping to his feet and stumbling backwards, shrieking and pointing a gloved finger at the alien – who now looked very confused.

"Hey wait! What did I do?"

"Don't play mind games!" Zim roared, "I will not let you do your alien-y things to me!!"

"Alien?! I'm not de alien you're de alien! Dis is my planet!!"

The two looked heatedly at each other. Zim couldn't believe what he was hearing. This…thing…dare tell him that he is a funny-looking alien? What a stupid thought.

"Your planet?! Where exactly am I?!"

"Dis is Earth, and here you're de alien!"

Zim snapped.

 "GRAGH! QUIT SAYING THAT! I AM NOT AN ALIEN!

With a feral cry the Irken launched himself at the startled alien and grabbed its shirt, knocking it over. Together the two tussled in the dirt, yelling as they rolled around,

"I'm not an alien!!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No no no no no no I'm not!"

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes you are!!"

Meanwhile, Micro confused itself trying to work out whose side it was on.

SMACK! Zim felt a sharp pain as the earthenoid creature rolled on top of him and whacked him in the face. Tears filled his large eyes at the stinging sensation and he cried out, which resulted in the earthenoid leaping off his torso with a horrified expression on its face.

"Oh, oh no! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean it - really!"

"No, no it's alright…" Zim wiped away the tears that threatened to spill before sitting up, holding the area in the middle of his face and trying to keep his emotions in check. Remember the Irken training rule…emotions are BAD. But it hurts…

 The alien knelt down in front of him, concern and guilt written all over its face.

"Are you sure you're ok? Here, let me see…"

 

Without thinking, Zim moved his hands away from his face as the alien looked at his sore spot seriously, then yelped as he realized he had just exposed his face to another attack and covered it up again.

"No wait, I don' wanna hurt you," the earthenoid said hurriedly, "see look, I'll hit myself to prove it!" With that it smacked itself in the head and fell over, lying still on the ground with a goofy expression on its face. Zim looked at it curiously before giggling a little and waited for the alien to get up.

Why isn't it getting up? Zim thought after a while, Why am I worried that it isn't getting up? I don't even KNOW it…but…maybe I should… see whether it's still alive…

    

Cautiously, the Irken poked the prone black clad body – and promptly got a shock as it jumped up and yelled "BOO!"

"AHHH! Don't do that!" Zim yelled at the laughing alien. He was so confused. Why had he been worried about an alien that had hurt him? And now, when it had given him such a scare, why did he feel all happy and laugh-y instead of mad? He had never felt such strange feelings before.

"Sorry," The earthenoid had finally stopped laughing, "but dat was fun! By de way, my name is Dib. What's yours?"

"Zim." Zim said his name proudly. For some reason he didn't feel as awkward around this creature as he did before.

"Hey dat's cool! You gots a three letter name like me!"

"Awww, you two look so kyuut playing together!" Micro squealed as he jumped in the space between them.

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And so a friendship is born! Aw, don't you just love it when kids are so childish, fighting about every little thing? And I will take time here to mention that Zim hasn't had full torturi- I mean, training on Irk, so he's still pretty much young and naïve (in fact I would say that he's about 30 in Irk years, which places him at Dib's current age in human terms). =]

As for Micro, I'll explain why Zim has him in the next chapter! Tho I can't say too much (but here's a spoiler! Dib helps Zim repair the Voot, and the Madness Dog may make a debut in either the next chappie or the fourth one!)

Oh, and remember – plz R/R! They make me happy…I love the little reviews, I love them good. ^-^