Hello! Yes, It is I, HelgaGP! The author who has 2 other stories she
should be getting finished on here! But I'm starting to post this one
anyway! Why? Because I started it nearly a YEAR ago! And because my
friend Malia gave me the idea and she's probably wondering why I haven't
gotten it up yet. I'm almost finished writing it in my notebook too so
hopefully you'll get to read it all and I wont get a severe case of
writer's block or amnesia and not be able to finish it.
But enough talking.
This is dedicated to Malia since she gave me the idea, most of the plot and nearly everything. I pretty much just wrote a story about it. THANK YOU MALIA!
Also, this IS an Invader Zim/ Hey Arnold crossover. And NO it is NOT a Hey Arnold bashing fic. If you look at my pen name you'll see that I LIKE Hey Arnold. Not as much as I like IZ but it's my next fav Nicktoon (Okay they're my ONLY fav Nicktoons). This is also the 3rd story in my 'Invader Jen' series. Meaning my fan character Jen is in this.
I do not own Invader Zim, Jhonen Vasquez does (and technically Nickelodeon and Viacom but I don't like to think about that). I don't own Hey Arnold either, that's Craig Bartlett's.
Now, after a year, here is 'A Tale of Two Nicktoons'.
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Chapter 1- 'A Sugar-High Irken and Helga's Moving'
"Yes my pretty! Burn! Burn! Hehehehehe!" Jen cackled evilly as she watched her prey turn black at the end of the metal stick on which it was speared. The flame it was held above blazed higher to lick at the burning victim. Jen watched it, her sapphire blue Irken eyes full of half-crazed excitement.
"Burn, my pretty! BURN!! Hehehehehe! Hahahahaha!" She laughed as the now unrecognizable figure burst into flame. "Mwuhahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahaha-ACK!" Her robot, Cat, took the stick from her and ate the figure at the end as his master started coughing and chocking. "My squeedily- spooch!" She gasped between coughs.
"Geese, Jen. Take it easy." Dib said from beside the chocking alien. "It's just a marshmallow." Jen continued coughing a moment longer then turned to Cat.
"Hey.that was my marshmallow!" She exclaimed. Cat giggled and ran to the back of the room and began jumping on the large trampoline. Jen shrugged and put another marshmallow on the stick. When it was completely burned she pulled it off and stuck the gooey mess in her mouth. "Mmm.marshy."
"How-How can you EAT that?" Jen's cousin, Zim asked, his red eyes were wide with disgust.
Jen, Zim, Dib, Dib's sister Gaz and the robots Cat and Gir were all sitting in a semi-circle around the big-screen TV in Jen's game room watching 'Back to the Future'. Everyone except Zim had been roasting marshmallows over some candles. He didn't even really want to be there but Jen had forced him into coming, threatening to sabotage his computer system if he didn't.
"It's good!" Jen exclaimed, answering Zim's question. "Have you ever even tried it?" Jen held out a stick to Zim, a marshmallow at the end. Zim shook his head and moved a few inches away. "Come on Zimmy! Just try it! It's good!" Jen insisted. She got out of her beanbag chair and crawled closer to him. "You know you want to!"
"NO! Get it away from me!" Zim screamed. He leaped to his feet and ran to the other side of the room taking shelter under the trampoline. Jen stood up and ran after him, holding the marshmallow out in front of her.
"Come on Zimmy! Just try the thing! You'll like it, I promise! Here Zimmy Zimmy Zimmy!" She jumped up onto the trampoline and looked through the black netting to find Zim looking up at her. "Hello Zim!" She called then ate the marshmallow and began jumping, coming down close to Zim every time but never hitting him.
Cat and Gir saw the game and decided to join in. They pulled the marshmallows off their sticks and ran under the trampoline where they then proceeded to rub the goo in Zim's face. Jen fell over laughing.
"AHHHHH!!" Zim screamed as the S.I.R.s attacked him with their sticky weapons. "Stop! Gir! Cat! Stop this instant!" Gir's eyes turned red and he obediently stepped away. His eyes returned to their normal aqua color and he rolled on the floor laughing his head off as he watched Cat continue the wash Zim's face with marshmallow.
Over near the TV Dib was watching, laughing at Zim's misery.
"Would you be quiet?" Gaz complained, still attempting to watch the movie. "Marty's about to get hit by the car."
"YAAAAAYYYYYY!" Cat and Gir yelled and ran back to their beanbags. They sat quietly, intent on the movie until Marty got hit then they began laughing in a high-pitch scream.
"Robots." Gaz muttered, rolling her eyes. Zim returned to his chair, trying to pull the marshmallow from his face. It wasn't working too well. Jen remained on the trampoline she had too much energy to sit still.
"Horrible Earth candy." Zim murmured. "When I'm made ruler of this planet 'Marshmallows' will be the first thing to go."
"Right," Dib replied. "Like that'll ever happen. Besides I thought bees, water and me were going to be the first things to go."
"Grrrrrrrrrr BE QUIET!" Zim screamed. "How dare you correct me?! I'm smarter than your marshmallows!" Dib raised an eyebrow at him.
"That was just stupid. Besides, it's just a marshmallow! Oh no! The mighty Irken Invader got a little sticky!" Dib mocked. "Don't be such a baby."
"Actually Zim would be a shmeet." Jen said. She was now lying on her stomach with her head propped up in her hands on the trampoline. "Baby Irkens are called shmeet." She grinned, rolled over onto her back and hugged herself "They're so cute!" She returned to her stomach and let her arms dangle over the side, scowling at the floor. "Then they grow up and go off to conquer planets and kill things."
"Okay then, don't be such a shmeet." Dib corrected himself. Zim glared at him.
"Foolish human! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!!" Zim screamed. A few moments of silence fell over them. A minute later Zim got an evil smirk on his face. "Maybe YOU'RE the one who shouldn't be such a baby!" He exclaimed, obviously proud of his comeback.
Jen sat up and let her legs hang over the side of the trampoline. "That was the lamest comeback in the history of.stuff. Plus it was WAY too late!" She chuckled a little. "But Dib's right, it's not the end of the world." She laughed. "ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE THE ONE MAKING IT END!!" She screamed, her and Dib burst out laughing. Gaz turned on the closed- captioning on the TV.
Zim glared at his cousin angrily. If looks could kill Jen and every other thing within a mile would have dropped dead in that moment.
"RrrrrrrRRRRRR!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!" He screamed. He stood up and marched stiffly out the door, slamming it behind him. Jen reflexively put her arms over her head protectively like she had on Irk while her and Zim had lived in a little apartment that was literally falling apart. When the ceiling didn't fall on her she put her arms down.
"Oh, Zim! Come back! We were just kidding!" She called. But she knew it was no use, the walls in the game room were padded thickly like in a nut house or something. This was mainly to keep the S.I.R.s from hurting themselves. Jen shrugged and continued jumping, bouncing off the walls a couple times for fun.
"He is way too serious!" Jen told everyone a moment later. "I wish he would just loosen up sometimes! Have a little fun."
"Stop trying to conquer Earth." Dib added. He watched as Jen tried to do a back flip but ended up landing on her back. "Are you sure you two are related?" He asked. "Maybe you should get a DNA test done. You know, just to be sure."
Jen sat up again and thought a moment. "Hey! Good idea!" She exclaimed sarcastically. "I think they're having a sale down at the hospital; Two autopsies for the price of one!"
"You don't have to be sarcastic." Dib replied. "I thought maybe one of you would have something down in your labs that could do a blood test."
"Oh." Jen said. "Hmm. I dunno, maybe I do. Never looked." She swung her legs over the edge again and let them swig back and forth. "But, yeah, we really are related. You can just look at us and tell! We've been mistaken for twins at times."
Dib looked at her and pictured her with red eyes, she would look exactly like Zim if weren't for the eyes. "I can believe that." He told her.
"I dunno, maybe I'm cursed or something." Jen said.
"Would you be quiet now? I'm still trying to watch the movie." Gaz complained. Cat and Gir turned around and matched Gaz's scowl, they nodded once in agreement and turned to watch the TV again.
"Sorry." Jen apologized. She jumped off the trampoline, walked over to the semi-circle of beanbag chairs and fell into hers. "Maybe Zim just needs to find his 'inner child'." She suggested thoughtfully.
"What?" Dib asked, giving her a strange look.
"I dunno, I heard it on some karate show." She replied with a shrug as she lined up four candles and stuck four marshmallows on her metal spear. "Or just try one of these! They're really good. I can't believe they haven't discovered these on Irk yet!" She held the marshmallows over the candles. "Hehehe! Burn 'em at the stake!" She cried in a voice that sounded like she had sucked in too much helium. Finally they all burst into flames, Dib backed away a few inches as Jen raised them like a torch. "Oooooh yeah! I could light SIX candles with this thing!" She blew them out and ate them one by one.
"You're more dangerous than Cat and Gir some times." Dib told her. "You shouldn't be aloud around fire."
"Aww! I like fire!" She pouted then she smiled. " Now! Where did I put my golden 2-by-4? I need to comb Cat with a tomato so he's all shinny for his trip into the clouds!" Cat looked at her, his purple eyes looked scared. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Jen giggled. Cat screamed once and ran behind the bookcase.
Jen shrugged and reached for the marshmallows. Dib quickly pulled them out of her reach.
"Okay I think you've had enough of these." Dib told her. Jen's eyes widened.
"WHAT?! NO! I neeeeeeeeed those!" She made a grab for them but Dib quickly pulled them out of her reach. "Please?" Jen asked sweetly.
"No." Dib replied.
"Just ONE more?"
"No."
"Oh c'mon!"
"No, Jen. No more."
"Please? Please, Dib?" She looked at him as if she were about to cry. Dib just laughed.
"No."
"But I want them."
"No, too much sugar."
"Dibby? Please? Do you want to make me cry?"
"No."
"Then let me have the marshmallows!"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
"No, when you start talking about combing your robot with a tomato you've had enough." Dib said. Jen crossed her arms and turned toward the TV.
"Aww! You're no fun!" She pouted. A second later she jumped out of her beanbag again and ran to the trampoline. "Oo I love the way you, love the way you love me!" She sang loudly. "I don't know the rest of those words soo. Oo! You gotta lose yourself in the music the moment you want it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot." She mumbled a little on the words she didn't know. ".Here's your chance to blow an opportunity of a life time." She stopped jumping and thought a moment. "Okay," She said, "I think I just murdered the words to that song!"
Dib chuckled. "Note to self," He said making his voice loud enough for Jen to hear make it sound like she wasn't supposed to. "Do NOT give Irkens too much sugar.effects.not pretty."
"NO!" Jen screamed. "Give the Irkens sugar! Lots of sugar! AND THOSE MARSHMALLOWS!!" She jumped off the trampoline, ran over to the other side of the room and attempted to tackle the nearly empty bag of marshmallows setting beside Dib. She ended up on her face flat on the floor.
"How about some cashews?" Dib offered, looking down at the back of her head, her face still in the floor. "These are good too."
"Do they have sugar?" Jen asked, her voice muffled by the dark purple carpet.
"No." Dib replied. He rattled the can a little.
"Oh." Jen replied, her antenna lowered an inch or too in disappointment. She sighed and sat up. "Mmm, might as well." She shrugged and took the can. She took out one of the curved nuts and studied it. "It looks kinda like the moon," She said. Cat started laughing.
"JEN'S EATIN' THE MOON!!" Cat screamed. Gir looked disappointed.
"Aww! Master said I could destroy the moon!" Gir whined. Jen gave him a nut too. "YAY! I'S GONNA EAT DA MOOOOON!!" Gir threw the cashew into his mouth and crunched loudly on it. Gaz glared at him and he quieted down a little.
"Good." Gaz said. "Now can we just watch what's left of the movie?"
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"Olga! Get down here!"
"Helga, Bob. My name is Helga." Helga Pataki muttered as she slowly descended the stairs where her father, Big Bob Pataki, stood waiting for her at the bottom. He watched her as he impatiently drummed his fingers on the banister.
"Honestly, Dad, I've been your daughter for nine years now. Don't you think you should probably learn my name soon?" Helga complained as she walked past her dad as sat down in the big blue recliner.
"Whatever." Bob replied. "Listen, Helga, I've been thinking about the beeper business a lot lately."
"There's a big surprise." Helga grumbled. Bob came over and sat down on the edge of the couch, facing his daughter.
"It's time I start to think about expanding!" Mr. Pataki went on, not hearing Helga. "Well, start thinking of it again anyways. The last time I expanded my beeper empire, a really BIG expansion I mean, was over nine years ago." Bob trailed off to think fondly of the memory for a moment.
"And you're telling me this.why?" Helga asked. She wasn't interested in the slightest. Her mind began to wander to her favorite subject; a football headed boy named Arnold. In her mind she sighed happily.
"Well, here's my favorite part!" Big Bob began; his eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Pack your bags Helga! The Patakis are moving to.er.somewhere else!"
Helga jumped out of her chair so fast she lost her balance and fell to the floor. "WHAT!?" She screamed from the floor.
"We're moving!" Bob repeated. Helga looked up at him, shocked.
"What? Er.why.or.When?" Helga stammered finally choosing the question she felt was most important.
"This weekend!" Her dad answered excitedly.
"This weekend." Helga repeated quietly, dazed. Her heart sank lower every second. She had three days. But to do what? Tell Arnold she was madly in love with him?
Yeah right!
It would take a lot more than moving to get THAT secret out of her!
"Go up stairs and start packing!" Mr. Pataki told her, still overjoyed and oblivious to his daughter's obvious shock. "We've not a minute to waste! I've got to go tell your mom."
Helga snapped out of her stupor. "You haven't even told MOM yet?!"
Bob waved a hand near his head. "Aw, minor details. She'll be fine with it. Now go pack." Bob walked into the kitchen. "Great news Miriam!" Helga heard him announce. A moment later she heard a blender start up on high speed.
Helga turned and slowly started toward the stairs to her room. Half way up she stopped and pulled the golden heart locket out of her hidden pocket in her dress.
"This weekend." She whispered as she looked at Arnold's picture. Tears burned her eyes and blurred his face. Helga quickly pushed the locket back into her pocket and sprinted the rest of the length to her room.
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Well? How was that? I know I'll most likely get flamed for making a Zim- fic that doesn't end with complete destruction of the other Nicktoon and doesn't make it look dumb. But please review anyway. Who knows, maybe there's more IZ/ HA fans out there than I thought.
So please review and make me and Malia happy! Oh so happy we will be! Then if we do get flames we can roast marshmallows over it and work on our Rpfic in sugar-high bliss! C'ya!
~HelgaGP
But enough talking.
This is dedicated to Malia since she gave me the idea, most of the plot and nearly everything. I pretty much just wrote a story about it. THANK YOU MALIA!
Also, this IS an Invader Zim/ Hey Arnold crossover. And NO it is NOT a Hey Arnold bashing fic. If you look at my pen name you'll see that I LIKE Hey Arnold. Not as much as I like IZ but it's my next fav Nicktoon (Okay they're my ONLY fav Nicktoons). This is also the 3rd story in my 'Invader Jen' series. Meaning my fan character Jen is in this.
I do not own Invader Zim, Jhonen Vasquez does (and technically Nickelodeon and Viacom but I don't like to think about that). I don't own Hey Arnold either, that's Craig Bartlett's.
Now, after a year, here is 'A Tale of Two Nicktoons'.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1- 'A Sugar-High Irken and Helga's Moving'
"Yes my pretty! Burn! Burn! Hehehehehe!" Jen cackled evilly as she watched her prey turn black at the end of the metal stick on which it was speared. The flame it was held above blazed higher to lick at the burning victim. Jen watched it, her sapphire blue Irken eyes full of half-crazed excitement.
"Burn, my pretty! BURN!! Hehehehehe! Hahahahaha!" She laughed as the now unrecognizable figure burst into flame. "Mwuhahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahaha-ACK!" Her robot, Cat, took the stick from her and ate the figure at the end as his master started coughing and chocking. "My squeedily- spooch!" She gasped between coughs.
"Geese, Jen. Take it easy." Dib said from beside the chocking alien. "It's just a marshmallow." Jen continued coughing a moment longer then turned to Cat.
"Hey.that was my marshmallow!" She exclaimed. Cat giggled and ran to the back of the room and began jumping on the large trampoline. Jen shrugged and put another marshmallow on the stick. When it was completely burned she pulled it off and stuck the gooey mess in her mouth. "Mmm.marshy."
"How-How can you EAT that?" Jen's cousin, Zim asked, his red eyes were wide with disgust.
Jen, Zim, Dib, Dib's sister Gaz and the robots Cat and Gir were all sitting in a semi-circle around the big-screen TV in Jen's game room watching 'Back to the Future'. Everyone except Zim had been roasting marshmallows over some candles. He didn't even really want to be there but Jen had forced him into coming, threatening to sabotage his computer system if he didn't.
"It's good!" Jen exclaimed, answering Zim's question. "Have you ever even tried it?" Jen held out a stick to Zim, a marshmallow at the end. Zim shook his head and moved a few inches away. "Come on Zimmy! Just try it! It's good!" Jen insisted. She got out of her beanbag chair and crawled closer to him. "You know you want to!"
"NO! Get it away from me!" Zim screamed. He leaped to his feet and ran to the other side of the room taking shelter under the trampoline. Jen stood up and ran after him, holding the marshmallow out in front of her.
"Come on Zimmy! Just try the thing! You'll like it, I promise! Here Zimmy Zimmy Zimmy!" She jumped up onto the trampoline and looked through the black netting to find Zim looking up at her. "Hello Zim!" She called then ate the marshmallow and began jumping, coming down close to Zim every time but never hitting him.
Cat and Gir saw the game and decided to join in. They pulled the marshmallows off their sticks and ran under the trampoline where they then proceeded to rub the goo in Zim's face. Jen fell over laughing.
"AHHHHH!!" Zim screamed as the S.I.R.s attacked him with their sticky weapons. "Stop! Gir! Cat! Stop this instant!" Gir's eyes turned red and he obediently stepped away. His eyes returned to their normal aqua color and he rolled on the floor laughing his head off as he watched Cat continue the wash Zim's face with marshmallow.
Over near the TV Dib was watching, laughing at Zim's misery.
"Would you be quiet?" Gaz complained, still attempting to watch the movie. "Marty's about to get hit by the car."
"YAAAAAYYYYYY!" Cat and Gir yelled and ran back to their beanbags. They sat quietly, intent on the movie until Marty got hit then they began laughing in a high-pitch scream.
"Robots." Gaz muttered, rolling her eyes. Zim returned to his chair, trying to pull the marshmallow from his face. It wasn't working too well. Jen remained on the trampoline she had too much energy to sit still.
"Horrible Earth candy." Zim murmured. "When I'm made ruler of this planet 'Marshmallows' will be the first thing to go."
"Right," Dib replied. "Like that'll ever happen. Besides I thought bees, water and me were going to be the first things to go."
"Grrrrrrrrrr BE QUIET!" Zim screamed. "How dare you correct me?! I'm smarter than your marshmallows!" Dib raised an eyebrow at him.
"That was just stupid. Besides, it's just a marshmallow! Oh no! The mighty Irken Invader got a little sticky!" Dib mocked. "Don't be such a baby."
"Actually Zim would be a shmeet." Jen said. She was now lying on her stomach with her head propped up in her hands on the trampoline. "Baby Irkens are called shmeet." She grinned, rolled over onto her back and hugged herself "They're so cute!" She returned to her stomach and let her arms dangle over the side, scowling at the floor. "Then they grow up and go off to conquer planets and kill things."
"Okay then, don't be such a shmeet." Dib corrected himself. Zim glared at him.
"Foolish human! HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!!" Zim screamed. A few moments of silence fell over them. A minute later Zim got an evil smirk on his face. "Maybe YOU'RE the one who shouldn't be such a baby!" He exclaimed, obviously proud of his comeback.
Jen sat up and let her legs hang over the side of the trampoline. "That was the lamest comeback in the history of.stuff. Plus it was WAY too late!" She chuckled a little. "But Dib's right, it's not the end of the world." She laughed. "ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE THE ONE MAKING IT END!!" She screamed, her and Dib burst out laughing. Gaz turned on the closed- captioning on the TV.
Zim glared at his cousin angrily. If looks could kill Jen and every other thing within a mile would have dropped dead in that moment.
"RrrrrrrRRRRRR!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!" He screamed. He stood up and marched stiffly out the door, slamming it behind him. Jen reflexively put her arms over her head protectively like she had on Irk while her and Zim had lived in a little apartment that was literally falling apart. When the ceiling didn't fall on her she put her arms down.
"Oh, Zim! Come back! We were just kidding!" She called. But she knew it was no use, the walls in the game room were padded thickly like in a nut house or something. This was mainly to keep the S.I.R.s from hurting themselves. Jen shrugged and continued jumping, bouncing off the walls a couple times for fun.
"He is way too serious!" Jen told everyone a moment later. "I wish he would just loosen up sometimes! Have a little fun."
"Stop trying to conquer Earth." Dib added. He watched as Jen tried to do a back flip but ended up landing on her back. "Are you sure you two are related?" He asked. "Maybe you should get a DNA test done. You know, just to be sure."
Jen sat up again and thought a moment. "Hey! Good idea!" She exclaimed sarcastically. "I think they're having a sale down at the hospital; Two autopsies for the price of one!"
"You don't have to be sarcastic." Dib replied. "I thought maybe one of you would have something down in your labs that could do a blood test."
"Oh." Jen said. "Hmm. I dunno, maybe I do. Never looked." She swung her legs over the edge again and let them swig back and forth. "But, yeah, we really are related. You can just look at us and tell! We've been mistaken for twins at times."
Dib looked at her and pictured her with red eyes, she would look exactly like Zim if weren't for the eyes. "I can believe that." He told her.
"I dunno, maybe I'm cursed or something." Jen said.
"Would you be quiet now? I'm still trying to watch the movie." Gaz complained. Cat and Gir turned around and matched Gaz's scowl, they nodded once in agreement and turned to watch the TV again.
"Sorry." Jen apologized. She jumped off the trampoline, walked over to the semi-circle of beanbag chairs and fell into hers. "Maybe Zim just needs to find his 'inner child'." She suggested thoughtfully.
"What?" Dib asked, giving her a strange look.
"I dunno, I heard it on some karate show." She replied with a shrug as she lined up four candles and stuck four marshmallows on her metal spear. "Or just try one of these! They're really good. I can't believe they haven't discovered these on Irk yet!" She held the marshmallows over the candles. "Hehehe! Burn 'em at the stake!" She cried in a voice that sounded like she had sucked in too much helium. Finally they all burst into flames, Dib backed away a few inches as Jen raised them like a torch. "Oooooh yeah! I could light SIX candles with this thing!" She blew them out and ate them one by one.
"You're more dangerous than Cat and Gir some times." Dib told her. "You shouldn't be aloud around fire."
"Aww! I like fire!" She pouted then she smiled. " Now! Where did I put my golden 2-by-4? I need to comb Cat with a tomato so he's all shinny for his trip into the clouds!" Cat looked at her, his purple eyes looked scared. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Jen giggled. Cat screamed once and ran behind the bookcase.
Jen shrugged and reached for the marshmallows. Dib quickly pulled them out of her reach.
"Okay I think you've had enough of these." Dib told her. Jen's eyes widened.
"WHAT?! NO! I neeeeeeeeed those!" She made a grab for them but Dib quickly pulled them out of her reach. "Please?" Jen asked sweetly.
"No." Dib replied.
"Just ONE more?"
"No."
"Oh c'mon!"
"No, Jen. No more."
"Please? Please, Dib?" She looked at him as if she were about to cry. Dib just laughed.
"No."
"But I want them."
"No, too much sugar."
"Dibby? Please? Do you want to make me cry?"
"No."
"Then let me have the marshmallows!"
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
"No, when you start talking about combing your robot with a tomato you've had enough." Dib said. Jen crossed her arms and turned toward the TV.
"Aww! You're no fun!" She pouted. A second later she jumped out of her beanbag again and ran to the trampoline. "Oo I love the way you, love the way you love me!" She sang loudly. "I don't know the rest of those words soo. Oo! You gotta lose yourself in the music the moment you want it, you better never let it go! You only get one shot." She mumbled a little on the words she didn't know. ".Here's your chance to blow an opportunity of a life time." She stopped jumping and thought a moment. "Okay," She said, "I think I just murdered the words to that song!"
Dib chuckled. "Note to self," He said making his voice loud enough for Jen to hear make it sound like she wasn't supposed to. "Do NOT give Irkens too much sugar.effects.not pretty."
"NO!" Jen screamed. "Give the Irkens sugar! Lots of sugar! AND THOSE MARSHMALLOWS!!" She jumped off the trampoline, ran over to the other side of the room and attempted to tackle the nearly empty bag of marshmallows setting beside Dib. She ended up on her face flat on the floor.
"How about some cashews?" Dib offered, looking down at the back of her head, her face still in the floor. "These are good too."
"Do they have sugar?" Jen asked, her voice muffled by the dark purple carpet.
"No." Dib replied. He rattled the can a little.
"Oh." Jen replied, her antenna lowered an inch or too in disappointment. She sighed and sat up. "Mmm, might as well." She shrugged and took the can. She took out one of the curved nuts and studied it. "It looks kinda like the moon," She said. Cat started laughing.
"JEN'S EATIN' THE MOON!!" Cat screamed. Gir looked disappointed.
"Aww! Master said I could destroy the moon!" Gir whined. Jen gave him a nut too. "YAY! I'S GONNA EAT DA MOOOOON!!" Gir threw the cashew into his mouth and crunched loudly on it. Gaz glared at him and he quieted down a little.
"Good." Gaz said. "Now can we just watch what's left of the movie?"
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"Olga! Get down here!"
"Helga, Bob. My name is Helga." Helga Pataki muttered as she slowly descended the stairs where her father, Big Bob Pataki, stood waiting for her at the bottom. He watched her as he impatiently drummed his fingers on the banister.
"Honestly, Dad, I've been your daughter for nine years now. Don't you think you should probably learn my name soon?" Helga complained as she walked past her dad as sat down in the big blue recliner.
"Whatever." Bob replied. "Listen, Helga, I've been thinking about the beeper business a lot lately."
"There's a big surprise." Helga grumbled. Bob came over and sat down on the edge of the couch, facing his daughter.
"It's time I start to think about expanding!" Mr. Pataki went on, not hearing Helga. "Well, start thinking of it again anyways. The last time I expanded my beeper empire, a really BIG expansion I mean, was over nine years ago." Bob trailed off to think fondly of the memory for a moment.
"And you're telling me this.why?" Helga asked. She wasn't interested in the slightest. Her mind began to wander to her favorite subject; a football headed boy named Arnold. In her mind she sighed happily.
"Well, here's my favorite part!" Big Bob began; his eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Pack your bags Helga! The Patakis are moving to.er.somewhere else!"
Helga jumped out of her chair so fast she lost her balance and fell to the floor. "WHAT!?" She screamed from the floor.
"We're moving!" Bob repeated. Helga looked up at him, shocked.
"What? Er.why.or.When?" Helga stammered finally choosing the question she felt was most important.
"This weekend!" Her dad answered excitedly.
"This weekend." Helga repeated quietly, dazed. Her heart sank lower every second. She had three days. But to do what? Tell Arnold she was madly in love with him?
Yeah right!
It would take a lot more than moving to get THAT secret out of her!
"Go up stairs and start packing!" Mr. Pataki told her, still overjoyed and oblivious to his daughter's obvious shock. "We've not a minute to waste! I've got to go tell your mom."
Helga snapped out of her stupor. "You haven't even told MOM yet?!"
Bob waved a hand near his head. "Aw, minor details. She'll be fine with it. Now go pack." Bob walked into the kitchen. "Great news Miriam!" Helga heard him announce. A moment later she heard a blender start up on high speed.
Helga turned and slowly started toward the stairs to her room. Half way up she stopped and pulled the golden heart locket out of her hidden pocket in her dress.
"This weekend." She whispered as she looked at Arnold's picture. Tears burned her eyes and blurred his face. Helga quickly pushed the locket back into her pocket and sprinted the rest of the length to her room.
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Well? How was that? I know I'll most likely get flamed for making a Zim- fic that doesn't end with complete destruction of the other Nicktoon and doesn't make it look dumb. But please review anyway. Who knows, maybe there's more IZ/ HA fans out there than I thought.
So please review and make me and Malia happy! Oh so happy we will be! Then if we do get flames we can roast marshmallows over it and work on our Rpfic in sugar-high bliss! C'ya!
~HelgaGP