Hmmm. Maybe this fic wont be a failure after all! I just thought I'd be
flamed more for it. YAY for no flames! I don't think I've had any yet
anyways. *Shrugs* Aw, well. Thanks for all of you who have supported the
idea of a HA/IZ crossover! Don't worry your HA fandom secret is saaaaaafe
with meeeeeee! *Laughs like a maniac*
Sorry, I'm still in a good mood from seeing a new IZ! YAY! Now on with story!
No own nothin', K? Me English no goodest. Teacher annoy I much. Nea. O_o
P.s. I know the first chapter was slow. Bear with me kay?
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Chapter 2- Zim's Plan and Arnold Moving
"Stupid Dib-human!" Zim growled angrily and he zapped a picture of Dib with a laser gun. "Stupid Jen-Irken!" He zapped a picture of his cousin, too mad at the two to notice that he had nearly insulted his own race. "I have lame come-backs, huh? I'll show YOU lame come-backs!" Another Jen picture was reduced to ashes. "Dare to call Zim a baby?! I'm FAR older than YOU!" Zim yelled and shot the last picture of Dib. He stood a moment, breathing hard from anger and staring at the large pile of ash, the remains of every picture of Jen and Dib that Zim could find.
"Ah! That's better!" He commented as he watched a thin stream of smoke rise slowly from the pile. "Now! Back to work!" He walked over to the other side of the room and began working on his latest device.
"What'cha doin'?" Gir asked as he skipped into the lab, accompanied by a rubber piggy and Cat. Cat grinned and waved at Zim. Zim scowled back at Jen's S.I.R.
"Don't you ever have anything better to do than hang around Gir over here?" Zim demanded. Cat smiled innocently at him.
"Sure!" He replied. "Sometimes I hang out with Gir at MY house!" The two S.I.R.s burst into a fit of laughter and rolled around on the floor. Zim growled.
"Gir needs to help ME now!" He said angrily. "Sooo..go away. Go! Shoo! Go help Jen with whatever she does." Zim waved the wrench at Cat a little.
"AHHHHH!!" Cat screamed at the wrench fearfully. He sat in silence a moment then dove into the ashes and giggled happily.
"Grrrrrr NO! GO HOME!!" Zim screamed and used the wrench to point at the elevator that led to the main house.
"Yooooooooooou're nooooooooot my maaaaaaaasterrrrrrrr!" Cat sang and threw a handful of ashes at Zim. Gir laughed hysterically as the ashes hit Zim's red shirt and fell to the floor, leaving a gray smudge on the shirt. Cat grinned, his purple eyes glowing happily. Zim took a few steps forward, holding the wrench over his head, threatening to hit the robot that was annoying him so badly.
Cat jumped out of the ashes and ran to the elevator, laughing the whole way. Zim glared at the elevator in its transparent tube as it rose, Cat dancing and waving in side it.
"Good." The alien sighed once Cat was finally out of sight. Gir stared up at the hole in the ceiling, which his friend had just disappeared through a moment then turned his attention to the piggy.
"Now Gir, I need you to give me the tools I ask for as I work on my newest and most INCREDIBLE device!" Zim announced as he walked over to the large metal device and began tightening a bolt inside it.
It looked like an enormous metal box. A two-by-two foot TV screen was installed in the middle of the front at about Zim's eye-level.
Gir cocked his head to the side and stared at it. "Does it make tuna?" He asked curiously. Zim frowned as he worked on the bolt.
"No. No tuna." He replied. "This will be used for FAR better purposes than tuna!"
"What good is it if it don't make tuna?" Gir mumbled to himself as he walked over to the TV screen and stared at it. "Where does the tuna come out?" He asked louder. Zim sighed.
"There is NO TUNA." He explained carefully. "With this machine I will send a message over the television that will hypnotize the entire population of Earth!" He laughed evilly. "The Hypno-machine 3000!"
"Even the tuna?" Gir asked. Zim stopped laughing and thought for a moment.
"Yes. Even the tuna if they're watching my brilliant commercial." He answered. Gir laughed. "Now Gir, hand me the..weldy..thingy.." Gir obediently gave his master the torch. As Zim welded something inside the machine, Gir began channel surfing on the TV.
"Now where's that tuna?" He wondered out loud. Zim didn't notice this. "Ooo! 'Whose Line is it Anyway'!" Gir exclaimed he became confused. "I don't know! Maybe it's Cat's line. Or no, I think its Gaz's. Hehehe! I push a button!" He pushed the down button and the channel turned to 'Barney Meets the Teletubies.' He screamed and pushed up twice, passing 'Whose Line' to find a new show. He grinned when the new show came up and sat down to watch it.
"Gir! I need the wrench again!" Zim called, still welding. "Gir! The wrench!" He waited a few moments but Gir wasn't listening. When a wrench still wasn't given to him Zim turned his head away from his work. "GIR! What are you doing?! I need a-" The torch moved an inch to the right by accident, hitting some wires. A blinding white light flashed through the lab.
Gir screamed, then laughed as he watched Zim be flung across the room by the force of the explosion. Smoke rose from the machine.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Zim screamed after getting back to the machine. "What did I do wrong? What happened?!" He examined the damage and sighed. "This will take DAYS to repair!" He picked up the wrench and began repairing what he could. "That was close! I hope this teaches you to listen to me more carefully"
But Gir wasn't listening. The show that he had been watching was gone, replaced by black and white fuzz.
"Awww! It's broken!" Gir complained sadly. He switched the channel up, an infomercial for knives appeared. He switched it down and fuzz came up. Down again, Collin Mockery and Ryan Styles playing props with two large candy canes. Back up, fuzz.
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"So did you hear? Helga's Moving!" Gerald Johannsen exclaimed. He punched his fist into the air. "YES!! This has GOT to be the best thing to happen around here for a LONG time!" He tossed a red Frisbee to Sid.
"I know!" Sid replied. "I heard about that last night. Do you know how many birthday wishes I've given for this event?" He sent the Frisbee to Stinky Petersen.
"I wonder what our lives'll be like without Helga G. Pataki around to make our days living nightmares?" Stinky drawled. He threw the disc in Arnold's direction.
"Helga's moving too?" Arnold asked. "When?" He threw the Frisbee across the circle to Sid.
"I heard she was moving tomorrow." Gerald answered. He raised an eyebrow at his best friend. "And what do you mean by 'too'?"
"Who else is leavin'?" Stinky asked.
"Is it Rhonda?" Sid exclaimed. "I hope its Rhonda! She can get on my nerves sometimes." He exaggerated on smoothing the few thin strands of black hair below his green hat. "Like my new hair do?" He asked. "It's ALL the rage in France! And my new shoes are all the way from Austria!" Sid laughed. 'She has so much imported stuff she could be sent out of America as an illegal alien!" Stinky and Gerald laughed.
"It's not Rhonda, Sid." Arnold broke in, sounding a little uneasy.
"Curly?" Stinky guessed. "Is he bein' sent to the nut house or sumthin'?" Arnold shook his head.
"No. It's me." Arnold answered. Gerald let go of the Frisbee at the wrong moment, sending it flying into Sid's head. Stinky started laughing again.
"Golly Arnold! For a minute there I thought you says that YOU was the one movin'!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. "Wouldn't that be a crazy happenin'?"
"I did say that." Arnold replied sadly. "I start at my new school on Monday."
"Arnold! You can't leave!" Gerald exclaimed. "What will we do without you here, man?" Arnold shrugged.
"It'll be complete MAYHEM!!" Sid cried. "Problems will go unsolved! Friendships wont heal! People will fail their worst classes! Businesses will close! The moon and stars will FALL FROM THE SKY!!!" Sid had lost it. He fell to the ground and began pulling up fistfuls of grass. "It'll be madness! MADNESS!!"
"Come on, Sid! It won't be THAT bad." Arnold assured him. "I doubt that me moving will cause the stars and moon to fall out of the sky." Sid shot up to a sitting position; his eyes wide and his mouth open in terror.
"ALIENS WILL ABDUCT US ALL!!" He screamed. "We'll be made SLAVES for their HORRIBLE race of man-eating PIXIES!!" Stinky, Arnold and Gerald stared at Sid for a moment.
"I think what Sid means to say is you're a great friend and it's hard to believe that you're really leaving." Gerald said.
"What I meant to say is." Sid said calmly. Then he lost it again. "I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN BY PIXIES!!"
"Sid, I really think you're over reacting." Arnold told him.
"Am I, Arnold? AM I REALLY?!"
"Yes, Sid. You are!" Arnold replied.
"Oh." Sid sat calmly on the grass.
"So why ya leavin us Arnold?" Stinky asked. Arnold sighed.
"Grandpa finally got fed up with the boarding house." He answered. "He and Grandma went house shopping last week. They found one they liked and, well, they bought it." Gerald laughed.
"Is that it?" He asked. "The boarding house again? That easy, man! You talked him out of it once, just do whatever you did when he got the idea of moving to Para Casidia, or whatever that place was called." Gerald's smiled faded when he noticed his friend's face didn't change.
"I don't think that'll help this time." Arnold told him with a sigh. "I guess on Monday both me and Helga will be starting in new schools."
"Hey! I jus' got a crazy idear!" Stinky exclaimed. "What if you and Helga ended up in the same school? Wouldn't that jus' be sumthin'?" Arnold laughed a little.
"That would be strange." He admitted. "But the chances of that would be, what? One in one million?" Arnold laughed again. "If that were to happen you'd almost have to wonder if there was something that wanted me and Helga the stay together!"
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How'd ya like it? Review please!
~HelgaGP
Sorry, I'm still in a good mood from seeing a new IZ! YAY! Now on with story!
No own nothin', K? Me English no goodest. Teacher annoy I much. Nea. O_o
P.s. I know the first chapter was slow. Bear with me kay?
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Chapter 2- Zim's Plan and Arnold Moving
"Stupid Dib-human!" Zim growled angrily and he zapped a picture of Dib with a laser gun. "Stupid Jen-Irken!" He zapped a picture of his cousin, too mad at the two to notice that he had nearly insulted his own race. "I have lame come-backs, huh? I'll show YOU lame come-backs!" Another Jen picture was reduced to ashes. "Dare to call Zim a baby?! I'm FAR older than YOU!" Zim yelled and shot the last picture of Dib. He stood a moment, breathing hard from anger and staring at the large pile of ash, the remains of every picture of Jen and Dib that Zim could find.
"Ah! That's better!" He commented as he watched a thin stream of smoke rise slowly from the pile. "Now! Back to work!" He walked over to the other side of the room and began working on his latest device.
"What'cha doin'?" Gir asked as he skipped into the lab, accompanied by a rubber piggy and Cat. Cat grinned and waved at Zim. Zim scowled back at Jen's S.I.R.
"Don't you ever have anything better to do than hang around Gir over here?" Zim demanded. Cat smiled innocently at him.
"Sure!" He replied. "Sometimes I hang out with Gir at MY house!" The two S.I.R.s burst into a fit of laughter and rolled around on the floor. Zim growled.
"Gir needs to help ME now!" He said angrily. "Sooo..go away. Go! Shoo! Go help Jen with whatever she does." Zim waved the wrench at Cat a little.
"AHHHHH!!" Cat screamed at the wrench fearfully. He sat in silence a moment then dove into the ashes and giggled happily.
"Grrrrrr NO! GO HOME!!" Zim screamed and used the wrench to point at the elevator that led to the main house.
"Yooooooooooou're nooooooooot my maaaaaaaasterrrrrrrr!" Cat sang and threw a handful of ashes at Zim. Gir laughed hysterically as the ashes hit Zim's red shirt and fell to the floor, leaving a gray smudge on the shirt. Cat grinned, his purple eyes glowing happily. Zim took a few steps forward, holding the wrench over his head, threatening to hit the robot that was annoying him so badly.
Cat jumped out of the ashes and ran to the elevator, laughing the whole way. Zim glared at the elevator in its transparent tube as it rose, Cat dancing and waving in side it.
"Good." The alien sighed once Cat was finally out of sight. Gir stared up at the hole in the ceiling, which his friend had just disappeared through a moment then turned his attention to the piggy.
"Now Gir, I need you to give me the tools I ask for as I work on my newest and most INCREDIBLE device!" Zim announced as he walked over to the large metal device and began tightening a bolt inside it.
It looked like an enormous metal box. A two-by-two foot TV screen was installed in the middle of the front at about Zim's eye-level.
Gir cocked his head to the side and stared at it. "Does it make tuna?" He asked curiously. Zim frowned as he worked on the bolt.
"No. No tuna." He replied. "This will be used for FAR better purposes than tuna!"
"What good is it if it don't make tuna?" Gir mumbled to himself as he walked over to the TV screen and stared at it. "Where does the tuna come out?" He asked louder. Zim sighed.
"There is NO TUNA." He explained carefully. "With this machine I will send a message over the television that will hypnotize the entire population of Earth!" He laughed evilly. "The Hypno-machine 3000!"
"Even the tuna?" Gir asked. Zim stopped laughing and thought for a moment.
"Yes. Even the tuna if they're watching my brilliant commercial." He answered. Gir laughed. "Now Gir, hand me the..weldy..thingy.." Gir obediently gave his master the torch. As Zim welded something inside the machine, Gir began channel surfing on the TV.
"Now where's that tuna?" He wondered out loud. Zim didn't notice this. "Ooo! 'Whose Line is it Anyway'!" Gir exclaimed he became confused. "I don't know! Maybe it's Cat's line. Or no, I think its Gaz's. Hehehe! I push a button!" He pushed the down button and the channel turned to 'Barney Meets the Teletubies.' He screamed and pushed up twice, passing 'Whose Line' to find a new show. He grinned when the new show came up and sat down to watch it.
"Gir! I need the wrench again!" Zim called, still welding. "Gir! The wrench!" He waited a few moments but Gir wasn't listening. When a wrench still wasn't given to him Zim turned his head away from his work. "GIR! What are you doing?! I need a-" The torch moved an inch to the right by accident, hitting some wires. A blinding white light flashed through the lab.
Gir screamed, then laughed as he watched Zim be flung across the room by the force of the explosion. Smoke rose from the machine.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Zim screamed after getting back to the machine. "What did I do wrong? What happened?!" He examined the damage and sighed. "This will take DAYS to repair!" He picked up the wrench and began repairing what he could. "That was close! I hope this teaches you to listen to me more carefully"
But Gir wasn't listening. The show that he had been watching was gone, replaced by black and white fuzz.
"Awww! It's broken!" Gir complained sadly. He switched the channel up, an infomercial for knives appeared. He switched it down and fuzz came up. Down again, Collin Mockery and Ryan Styles playing props with two large candy canes. Back up, fuzz.
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"So did you hear? Helga's Moving!" Gerald Johannsen exclaimed. He punched his fist into the air. "YES!! This has GOT to be the best thing to happen around here for a LONG time!" He tossed a red Frisbee to Sid.
"I know!" Sid replied. "I heard about that last night. Do you know how many birthday wishes I've given for this event?" He sent the Frisbee to Stinky Petersen.
"I wonder what our lives'll be like without Helga G. Pataki around to make our days living nightmares?" Stinky drawled. He threw the disc in Arnold's direction.
"Helga's moving too?" Arnold asked. "When?" He threw the Frisbee across the circle to Sid.
"I heard she was moving tomorrow." Gerald answered. He raised an eyebrow at his best friend. "And what do you mean by 'too'?"
"Who else is leavin'?" Stinky asked.
"Is it Rhonda?" Sid exclaimed. "I hope its Rhonda! She can get on my nerves sometimes." He exaggerated on smoothing the few thin strands of black hair below his green hat. "Like my new hair do?" He asked. "It's ALL the rage in France! And my new shoes are all the way from Austria!" Sid laughed. 'She has so much imported stuff she could be sent out of America as an illegal alien!" Stinky and Gerald laughed.
"It's not Rhonda, Sid." Arnold broke in, sounding a little uneasy.
"Curly?" Stinky guessed. "Is he bein' sent to the nut house or sumthin'?" Arnold shook his head.
"No. It's me." Arnold answered. Gerald let go of the Frisbee at the wrong moment, sending it flying into Sid's head. Stinky started laughing again.
"Golly Arnold! For a minute there I thought you says that YOU was the one movin'!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. "Wouldn't that be a crazy happenin'?"
"I did say that." Arnold replied sadly. "I start at my new school on Monday."
"Arnold! You can't leave!" Gerald exclaimed. "What will we do without you here, man?" Arnold shrugged.
"It'll be complete MAYHEM!!" Sid cried. "Problems will go unsolved! Friendships wont heal! People will fail their worst classes! Businesses will close! The moon and stars will FALL FROM THE SKY!!!" Sid had lost it. He fell to the ground and began pulling up fistfuls of grass. "It'll be madness! MADNESS!!"
"Come on, Sid! It won't be THAT bad." Arnold assured him. "I doubt that me moving will cause the stars and moon to fall out of the sky." Sid shot up to a sitting position; his eyes wide and his mouth open in terror.
"ALIENS WILL ABDUCT US ALL!!" He screamed. "We'll be made SLAVES for their HORRIBLE race of man-eating PIXIES!!" Stinky, Arnold and Gerald stared at Sid for a moment.
"I think what Sid means to say is you're a great friend and it's hard to believe that you're really leaving." Gerald said.
"What I meant to say is." Sid said calmly. Then he lost it again. "I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN BY PIXIES!!"
"Sid, I really think you're over reacting." Arnold told him.
"Am I, Arnold? AM I REALLY?!"
"Yes, Sid. You are!" Arnold replied.
"Oh." Sid sat calmly on the grass.
"So why ya leavin us Arnold?" Stinky asked. Arnold sighed.
"Grandpa finally got fed up with the boarding house." He answered. "He and Grandma went house shopping last week. They found one they liked and, well, they bought it." Gerald laughed.
"Is that it?" He asked. "The boarding house again? That easy, man! You talked him out of it once, just do whatever you did when he got the idea of moving to Para Casidia, or whatever that place was called." Gerald's smiled faded when he noticed his friend's face didn't change.
"I don't think that'll help this time." Arnold told him with a sigh. "I guess on Monday both me and Helga will be starting in new schools."
"Hey! I jus' got a crazy idear!" Stinky exclaimed. "What if you and Helga ended up in the same school? Wouldn't that jus' be sumthin'?" Arnold laughed a little.
"That would be strange." He admitted. "But the chances of that would be, what? One in one million?" Arnold laughed again. "If that were to happen you'd almost have to wonder if there was something that wanted me and Helga the stay together!"
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How'd ya like it? Review please!
~HelgaGP