Zims Stinky Weapons
of Stinky Doom
The Chapter In Which Stuff Explodes And GIR Discovers Pixy Stix
Narrator: Welcome to the somewhat-grand finale of -- [is shot] Poop! [is dead]
GIR: Mister stinky maaan!! [poke] Why you sleepin'!? [poke]
A/N: Yes, believe it or not, poor denizens of Fanfiction.Net, Zims Stinky Weapons is being updated!! With it's final chappy!
GIR: Weeeeeee!!! [throws waffles about in a celebratory fashion]
A/N: Yes, now... ON WITH THE FIC-NESS!! oO
[Zim is uncounsious of stink and is laying on the ground. A group of commoners has surrounded him and are prodding him.]
Idiot 1: Look!! He's a hippo!
Idiot: 2: No, he's a bald eagle.
Idiot 3: You're all wrong!! He's a platypus!! FLY AWAY!!! [Idiot 3 picks up Zim and throws him into the streets.]
GIR: Okay Zimmeh!! Im'a go makes some stuffs BLOW UP!! [GIR stands around staring at the bombs.]
[Long pause. Zim is run over by several cars in the background.]
GIR: Muffin cannon! You muffins! [GIR hugs the bombs and puts them into the stink cannon.]
[Zim hobbles back into the frame, mysteriously bandaged.]
Zim: No GIR. That's MY deadly weapon! [Zim snatches the stink cannon away from GIR.]
GIR: [Eyes watering.] Yooouuu haaaatee meeeehhh!! [GIR runs into the house, tears streaming from his eyes. The door slams shut.] Piggeh!
Zim: Now to stink the stupid Earth... stupid with the stupid stupidie... er... I AM ZIM!! [Zim marches off.]
[Later, at Dib's house.]
Zim: [Knocks on the door.]
[Gaz answers the door.]
Zim: Hello young girl. Would you be interested in buying some human dirt sucking machines?
[Gaz kicks Zim in the crotch and stalks off.]
Dib: [Appears.] Ok, what do you want now Zim? Your STUPID poooop -- cannon didn't work. I mean what a STUPID idea--
Zim: Not as stupid as your HEAD is BIG! With it's big head biggieness!
Dib: What? oO
Zim: SILENCE! [And with that, Zim pulls the trigger on the stink cannon with a bomb loaded inside of it. A mushroom cloud of crap vapours forms. Zim is thrown fifty feet into the air and into the house.]
GIR: Ooooh! Pretty dookeh! [He runs outside.]
[An hour later.]
[Zim has contacted Red and Purple yet again.]
Zim: ...And so as you can see, my tallest, everything is fiiiine. Even without operation Peanut Butter Suckling!
Red: [Licking an ice cream cone.] Is it really?
Purple: [Bouncing a ball off of Red's head.] Yeah!
Zim: Yes, everything is just fine. And your weapons worked like a charm!
GIR: [Runs in and runs into a wall, which falls over, having being made of cardboard. The air of the outside is a deep brown colour. People are writhing in the streets. GIR runs off] Yaaaaaayyy!!
Red: [Drops his ice cream cone.]
Zim: NO GIR!!! [Zim is over taken by the smell and collapses.]
GIR: Ish dookehworld!! Mah dreeaaam! Come piggeh!! [GIR grabs a pig and runs off, screaming. The Tallest can only stare.]
Fade to something.
A/N: Wow, the ending lived up to the beginning. Crap! Lol.
GIR: [In a state of shock from the awesomeness of all the crap.]
A/N: Yeah, crap. LITERALLY. Anyway, that's it -- FINALLY -- for this series. Believe it or not, this is the first writing project of anything I've ever completed. Mostly because it's hard to get sick of Zim. Anyway, see you next time! =)
Zim belongs to the lucky craps at Viacom. Why can't I be a lucky crap!?! And, yes, the fic still belongs to me, contrary to what some might say, .
End.
The Chapter In Which Stuff Explodes And GIR Discovers Pixy Stix
Narrator: Welcome to the somewhat-grand finale of -- [is shot] Poop! [is dead]
GIR: Mister stinky maaan!! [poke] Why you sleepin'!? [poke]
A/N: Yes, believe it or not, poor denizens of Fanfiction.Net, Zims Stinky Weapons is being updated!! With it's final chappy!
GIR: Weeeeeee!!! [throws waffles about in a celebratory fashion]
A/N: Yes, now... ON WITH THE FIC-NESS!! oO
[Zim is uncounsious of stink and is laying on the ground. A group of commoners has surrounded him and are prodding him.]
Idiot 1: Look!! He's a hippo!
Idiot: 2: No, he's a bald eagle.
Idiot 3: You're all wrong!! He's a platypus!! FLY AWAY!!! [Idiot 3 picks up Zim and throws him into the streets.]
GIR: Okay Zimmeh!! Im'a go makes some stuffs BLOW UP!! [GIR stands around staring at the bombs.]
[Long pause. Zim is run over by several cars in the background.]
GIR: Muffin cannon! You muffins! [GIR hugs the bombs and puts them into the stink cannon.]
[Zim hobbles back into the frame, mysteriously bandaged.]
Zim: No GIR. That's MY deadly weapon! [Zim snatches the stink cannon away from GIR.]
GIR: [Eyes watering.] Yooouuu haaaatee meeeehhh!! [GIR runs into the house, tears streaming from his eyes. The door slams shut.] Piggeh!
Zim: Now to stink the stupid Earth... stupid with the stupid stupidie... er... I AM ZIM!! [Zim marches off.]
[Later, at Dib's house.]
Zim: [Knocks on the door.]
[Gaz answers the door.]
Zim: Hello young girl. Would you be interested in buying some human dirt sucking machines?
[Gaz kicks Zim in the crotch and stalks off.]
Dib: [Appears.] Ok, what do you want now Zim? Your STUPID poooop -- cannon didn't work. I mean what a STUPID idea--
Zim: Not as stupid as your HEAD is BIG! With it's big head biggieness!
Dib: What? oO
Zim: SILENCE! [And with that, Zim pulls the trigger on the stink cannon with a bomb loaded inside of it. A mushroom cloud of crap vapours forms. Zim is thrown fifty feet into the air and into the house.]
GIR: Ooooh! Pretty dookeh! [He runs outside.]
[An hour later.]
[Zim has contacted Red and Purple yet again.]
Zim: ...And so as you can see, my tallest, everything is fiiiine. Even without operation Peanut Butter Suckling!
Red: [Licking an ice cream cone.] Is it really?
Purple: [Bouncing a ball off of Red's head.] Yeah!
Zim: Yes, everything is just fine. And your weapons worked like a charm!
GIR: [Runs in and runs into a wall, which falls over, having being made of cardboard. The air of the outside is a deep brown colour. People are writhing in the streets. GIR runs off] Yaaaaaayyy!!
Red: [Drops his ice cream cone.]
Zim: NO GIR!!! [Zim is over taken by the smell and collapses.]
GIR: Ish dookehworld!! Mah dreeaaam! Come piggeh!! [GIR grabs a pig and runs off, screaming. The Tallest can only stare.]
Fade to something.
A/N: Wow, the ending lived up to the beginning. Crap! Lol.
GIR: [In a state of shock from the awesomeness of all the crap.]
A/N: Yeah, crap. LITERALLY. Anyway, that's it -- FINALLY -- for this series. Believe it or not, this is the first writing project of anything I've ever completed. Mostly because it's hard to get sick of Zim. Anyway, see you next time! =)
Zim belongs to the lucky craps at Viacom. Why can't I be a lucky crap!?! And, yes, the fic still belongs to me, contrary to what some might say, .
End.