Hello there, peoples. This is chapter two of-
Gir: Chapter two! Chapter two! Jumps up and down
As I was saying, this is chapter two-
Gir: Chapter two! Chapter two! Jumps around a little more
Gir, please hush for a moment, okay? I need to tell them this is chapter two of my first Invader Zim story, Operation Pickles. So shush.
Gir: Oooooooooookkkkaaaaaaayyyyyyy.
As I was saying... this is chapter two of my first Invader Zim story, Operation Pickles! Um, why do I have the feeling I said that before? Hm. Aw well! Hey, did you guys like my cliffhanger? I'm not a very cliffhanger-y- person-y-person (I love having such a wide, advanced vocabulary! -). So that might be the only one! Well, not really but.. Don't expect one every chapter! And, thank you lots to my first Dib fan, Maria! I wasn't going to introduce the fans until chapter three, but you get to come in during this chapter! Yay for you! Not only that, but you come in with style. I'm talkin bout- uh, just read to see what I'm talkin bout, kay? Oh, and if you have a favorite IZ quote(s) please send em to me! I also wanna take this chance to say Yo to a certain Gir fan out there, insane Gir Fan! Please, please, please, stop by my house on your way to Orlando, so I can huggle Gir! And say hey to Dib! And slap Zim and tell him to put his focus back on the... Looks to her right, then her left ... The bees. They are the true rulers of the planet! They make us humans think we're the top of the food chain, but they are the smart ones! They put stupid-poison in their honey that we eat, and doom us to stupid stupidity! DOOM US TO STUPID STUPIDITY!!!!! YAY!!!!!
Dib: While Hikari rants in her episode of insanity, I'll do the disclaimer! She does not own the YMCA, which she promises will be in this chapter. It was soposed to be in the last chapter, but she forgot. She does not own us, nor does she own Maria. Maria is property of Keckhs. She has graciously loaned her to Hikari, for Hikari's own, secretive purposes of world domination!
Hey, Dib, you weren't soposed to tell! Hahaha. No, I don't plan to use her to take over the world, though I could... No. I'm trying to save the world! Then again... Quote: "We did it Gir! We saved the earth! Now, lets go destroy it!" These are the wise words of Zim. Perhaps, they are words to live by! Do I sense a sequel, before I'm even done with this story? That would be interesting, me saving the world in this one, then taking it over in the sequel. Or vice-versa. Aw well. I'm done rambling, so on with the story!
Operation Pickles
Mrs.Bitters paced the length of the classroom, her eyes scanning the papers of her students. Every last day of her miserable existence she had to endure the lack of intelligence of her pupils. And she got paid a smaller salary than the Icecream Man did. Sickened by the poorly done assignments, she began to hiss beneath her breath. Oh, how she longed to simply quit! How she yearned to fulfil her dream, what ever it may have been. But now she was forever stuck in the cell, forced to ram information down small children's throats. So she swept about the room, leaning over desks to inspect the worksheets done by her pupils. She was just another normal teacher of the Skool system, and nothing about her was bizarre. At least if you consider her line of work. The only unordinary one in this dank room was the short green child. She knew it, too. She knew he was abnormal. She knew the insane one, Dib, was aware of Zim's strangeness. But Dib was not here. Neither was the new girl. What an odd case that one was. She had seemed to be terrified of breathing.
Zim watched with dull eyes as his teacher slunk around the room, only pausing to snarl a complaint at some random child. He propped his face upon his fist, his elbow resting on the desk. His mind wandered to Gir, and he began to fret. Had the stink-humans gotten to his home yet? Had Gir succeeded in capturing them? Or had Dib, his arch enemy, outsmarted his assistant once again?! This was most likely, owing to the unfortunate fact that Gir was as smart as two paper clips, string, and a marble. Which meant he was smarter than a door-to-door salesman, but less intelligent than a rock. Rocks are very smart, you know.
"Are you the one who wants to hurt piggy?" Gir asked, his eyes glowing an evil red, his tone unusually jaded. "Because if you are, you gonna be doomed!"
Tera blinked, sincerely perplexed. What was her little idol talking about? Tilting her head to the side, she asked him, "Gir, what are you talking about? I have no intentions of hurting piggy...... Is this something Zim told you?"
The reddish glow to the small SIR unit's eyes faded. "You mean you ain't here ta hurt piggy...? Then you my friend!" He promptly wrapped his short arms around her legs and beamed.
"That was close. May I come in, Gir?" Tera cast a glance at Dib as she walked into the house with Gir, who was babbling on about his beloved piggy. Dib had a look of victory on his face, and his eyes were keen on the door. Getting his unspoken message, she made sure she left the door open at the slightest fraction. Upon entering the house, she cringed. The rancid sent of rotting cabbages met her nose, and she lifted a hand to shield her face. It occurred to her that Zim did not have a nose, therefore it obviously did not bother him. She had always been a neat freak, and this became evident as she looked about the room around her. Dirt and grime polluted the entire room; dust covered every inch of the walls; cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Suppressing the urge to vomit, she sat down on the couch beside the SIR unit. He lifted the remote and clicked the television on, the Crazy Monkey show having started.
"I love that monkey." Gir informed her with a childish tone. "I love me, too!" He wrapped his metallic arms around himself and beamed. Tera's eyes wandered from the robot to the door, which had given the slightest squeak. Desperate to distract Gir, she began to sing as loud as possible, "DOOM- DOOM-DOOM-DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM-DOOMER-DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM-" She screamed, so suddenly that she caused Gir to screech in shock. After a moment, he joined in, twice as loud as she. She cast another nervous look at Dib, who had entered the room on tiptoes. "DOOM! DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM!" She nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes wide. Dib gave her a smile and began to cross the room. Tera twitched and dove onto Gir, covering his eyes as Dib shot into the kitchen. "You're it!" She cried, shoving the robot under a couch pillow. She rolled off the couch and ran into the kitchen just as Dib spun down the oddly-placed toilet. This house was not built as others had been. Gir strode into the room behind her, walking as though in the German army.
"I wanna chicken." Gir said with a thoughtful air, and he continued to walk as though in the German army to the fridge. He swung open the door, revealing several live chickens. Tera's brow scrunched up in a frown, her hands resting on her hips. She watched in amusement as Gir played with the chicken, poking it and then giggling as it flapped it's wing, the poor creature's feathers flying up in the air and then sinking to the tile floor. Upon running out of feathers, the chicken squawked and turned on Gir, giving him a lesson on how sharp a chicken's beak really is.
"This is beyond weird." Tera said to no one in particular, shaking her head. Then came a sudden beep, some where in the vicinity of her pants pocket. She ran her fingers along the hem of the pocket, biting her bottom lip as she did so, a troubled expression on her face. She shoved her hand in her pocket and retrieved a small, round makeup compact. As it lay in her palm, the top flipped open, the face of a girl a little older than herself in the mirror rather than her reflection. A girl with short, blonde hair and a nasty scowl. Tera blanched. "Um.. Am I in trouble?" She asked softly, her voice a whine. "I didn't do anything yet!"
"HQ has just received your audio of the past hour, Tera. They are not please with you revealing you real identity to Dib." Scolded the girl. "They do not think it is safe for you to go on with this mission alone, lest you let another valuable piece of information slip. We're dispatching Maria as of noon today."
Tera let out a groan. "Not her! The last time you paired me up with her, she made me get up at five a.m. and do pushups! And all she ate was those stupid protein bars! Ick!" Shaking her head, she snapped the compact shut. Gir had now taken to beating the chicken with a frying pan. Tera exclaimed and took the frying pan from the SIR unit, despite his protests of, "I want fried eggs!"
"Time to add yet another odd new girl to the class," The teacher hissed, now back in her seat behind her desk. "The other one disappeared with Dib. If you have any information as to those two's whereabouts, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! Do not tell the police. Do not tell your mummy. Do not tell anyone. We have finally gotten rid of Dib!" This was met by screams of joy made by her class. The corner of Zim's eye twitched; a sign that he knew where they were. Hopefully in his dungeon, and not on the couch watching television with his servant, and certainly not tiptoeing around in his lab. Doin' stuff. Doing stuff, in his home? Never!
"This, students, is Maria. She just magically appeared at the Skool doorstep and said she was here to NOT aid Dib in plotting Zim's downfall. So don't you suspect her of any such thing!"
Maria looked ordinary enough. Her scarlet hair was long with a slight wave to it. Her large eyes were a sparkling green, and her mouth was drawn up in a smile. She wore a short-sleeved, plain white Tshirt, and light blue denim jeans. Her eyes surveyed the classroom, coming to rest on the short, green child's face. Zim. Her number one enemy. She smiled at him, though something stirred in her eyes. She made her way acrossed the room, having a seat at the desk farthest away from Zim.
"Hmm," Droned the Irken invader to himself, "I think I may be able to use this new stink-human." He grinned sinisterly (which he was rather good at) as his mind went into overdrive as he concocted yet another plan. "Yes..."
Dib could barely contain the cry of triumph that longed to be said. He was finally in Zim's laboratory! But he must not celebrate yet. First, he had to upload all of the files on Zim's main computer onto his own laptop. Not as east as it sounded. First, he had to put in the pass word in order to turn the computer on. He made his way past various structures; models of the Earth, old robots he had used for destruction, lab tables covered with weird science experiments, and a pile of stuffed pigs. The enormous keyboard stretched before him, foreign symbols printed on each one. The screen saver bounced around on the screen: green letters that spelled out "Zim is the ruler of earth! All bow down to ZIM!" Dib rolled his eyes. What an ego that alien had!
"Ahh! Gir! No, PUT THAT DOWN! PUT IT DOWN!"
It seemed that Tera was running into problems of her own. Dib would have to hurry so they could leave. He lifted his laptop from his bag and searched the computer for a place to plug in. Upon finding a small plug in, he unraveled the cord of his computer and plugged it in. "Now, a pass word," He told himself, his words hushed. There were fifty or so keys on Zim's computer, and according to the screen, which had just switched on, there were four letters in the pass word. That was about 200 combinations, not counting the fact that some letters could be repeated. So, in reality, there were countless possibilities. And Skool would be dismissed in three hours.
"GIR! DON'T DO THAT! YOU'RE GOING TO HURT SOME ONE!"
Please review, and if you liked it, put it on your favs!!!
Gir: Chapter two! Chapter two! Jumps up and down
As I was saying, this is chapter two-
Gir: Chapter two! Chapter two! Jumps around a little more
Gir, please hush for a moment, okay? I need to tell them this is chapter two of my first Invader Zim story, Operation Pickles. So shush.
Gir: Oooooooooookkkkaaaaaaayyyyyyy.
As I was saying... this is chapter two of my first Invader Zim story, Operation Pickles! Um, why do I have the feeling I said that before? Hm. Aw well! Hey, did you guys like my cliffhanger? I'm not a very cliffhanger-y- person-y-person (I love having such a wide, advanced vocabulary! -). So that might be the only one! Well, not really but.. Don't expect one every chapter! And, thank you lots to my first Dib fan, Maria! I wasn't going to introduce the fans until chapter three, but you get to come in during this chapter! Yay for you! Not only that, but you come in with style. I'm talkin bout- uh, just read to see what I'm talkin bout, kay? Oh, and if you have a favorite IZ quote(s) please send em to me! I also wanna take this chance to say Yo to a certain Gir fan out there, insane Gir Fan! Please, please, please, stop by my house on your way to Orlando, so I can huggle Gir! And say hey to Dib! And slap Zim and tell him to put his focus back on the... Looks to her right, then her left ... The bees. They are the true rulers of the planet! They make us humans think we're the top of the food chain, but they are the smart ones! They put stupid-poison in their honey that we eat, and doom us to stupid stupidity! DOOM US TO STUPID STUPIDITY!!!!! YAY!!!!!
Dib: While Hikari rants in her episode of insanity, I'll do the disclaimer! She does not own the YMCA, which she promises will be in this chapter. It was soposed to be in the last chapter, but she forgot. She does not own us, nor does she own Maria. Maria is property of Keckhs. She has graciously loaned her to Hikari, for Hikari's own, secretive purposes of world domination!
Hey, Dib, you weren't soposed to tell! Hahaha. No, I don't plan to use her to take over the world, though I could... No. I'm trying to save the world! Then again... Quote: "We did it Gir! We saved the earth! Now, lets go destroy it!" These are the wise words of Zim. Perhaps, they are words to live by! Do I sense a sequel, before I'm even done with this story? That would be interesting, me saving the world in this one, then taking it over in the sequel. Or vice-versa. Aw well. I'm done rambling, so on with the story!
Operation Pickles
Mrs.Bitters paced the length of the classroom, her eyes scanning the papers of her students. Every last day of her miserable existence she had to endure the lack of intelligence of her pupils. And she got paid a smaller salary than the Icecream Man did. Sickened by the poorly done assignments, she began to hiss beneath her breath. Oh, how she longed to simply quit! How she yearned to fulfil her dream, what ever it may have been. But now she was forever stuck in the cell, forced to ram information down small children's throats. So she swept about the room, leaning over desks to inspect the worksheets done by her pupils. She was just another normal teacher of the Skool system, and nothing about her was bizarre. At least if you consider her line of work. The only unordinary one in this dank room was the short green child. She knew it, too. She knew he was abnormal. She knew the insane one, Dib, was aware of Zim's strangeness. But Dib was not here. Neither was the new girl. What an odd case that one was. She had seemed to be terrified of breathing.
Zim watched with dull eyes as his teacher slunk around the room, only pausing to snarl a complaint at some random child. He propped his face upon his fist, his elbow resting on the desk. His mind wandered to Gir, and he began to fret. Had the stink-humans gotten to his home yet? Had Gir succeeded in capturing them? Or had Dib, his arch enemy, outsmarted his assistant once again?! This was most likely, owing to the unfortunate fact that Gir was as smart as two paper clips, string, and a marble. Which meant he was smarter than a door-to-door salesman, but less intelligent than a rock. Rocks are very smart, you know.
"Are you the one who wants to hurt piggy?" Gir asked, his eyes glowing an evil red, his tone unusually jaded. "Because if you are, you gonna be doomed!"
Tera blinked, sincerely perplexed. What was her little idol talking about? Tilting her head to the side, she asked him, "Gir, what are you talking about? I have no intentions of hurting piggy...... Is this something Zim told you?"
The reddish glow to the small SIR unit's eyes faded. "You mean you ain't here ta hurt piggy...? Then you my friend!" He promptly wrapped his short arms around her legs and beamed.
"That was close. May I come in, Gir?" Tera cast a glance at Dib as she walked into the house with Gir, who was babbling on about his beloved piggy. Dib had a look of victory on his face, and his eyes were keen on the door. Getting his unspoken message, she made sure she left the door open at the slightest fraction. Upon entering the house, she cringed. The rancid sent of rotting cabbages met her nose, and she lifted a hand to shield her face. It occurred to her that Zim did not have a nose, therefore it obviously did not bother him. She had always been a neat freak, and this became evident as she looked about the room around her. Dirt and grime polluted the entire room; dust covered every inch of the walls; cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Suppressing the urge to vomit, she sat down on the couch beside the SIR unit. He lifted the remote and clicked the television on, the Crazy Monkey show having started.
"I love that monkey." Gir informed her with a childish tone. "I love me, too!" He wrapped his metallic arms around himself and beamed. Tera's eyes wandered from the robot to the door, which had given the slightest squeak. Desperate to distract Gir, she began to sing as loud as possible, "DOOM- DOOM-DOOM-DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM-DOOMER-DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM-" She screamed, so suddenly that she caused Gir to screech in shock. After a moment, he joined in, twice as loud as she. She cast another nervous look at Dib, who had entered the room on tiptoes. "DOOM! DOOMIE-DOOM-DOOM!" She nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes wide. Dib gave her a smile and began to cross the room. Tera twitched and dove onto Gir, covering his eyes as Dib shot into the kitchen. "You're it!" She cried, shoving the robot under a couch pillow. She rolled off the couch and ran into the kitchen just as Dib spun down the oddly-placed toilet. This house was not built as others had been. Gir strode into the room behind her, walking as though in the German army.
"I wanna chicken." Gir said with a thoughtful air, and he continued to walk as though in the German army to the fridge. He swung open the door, revealing several live chickens. Tera's brow scrunched up in a frown, her hands resting on her hips. She watched in amusement as Gir played with the chicken, poking it and then giggling as it flapped it's wing, the poor creature's feathers flying up in the air and then sinking to the tile floor. Upon running out of feathers, the chicken squawked and turned on Gir, giving him a lesson on how sharp a chicken's beak really is.
"This is beyond weird." Tera said to no one in particular, shaking her head. Then came a sudden beep, some where in the vicinity of her pants pocket. She ran her fingers along the hem of the pocket, biting her bottom lip as she did so, a troubled expression on her face. She shoved her hand in her pocket and retrieved a small, round makeup compact. As it lay in her palm, the top flipped open, the face of a girl a little older than herself in the mirror rather than her reflection. A girl with short, blonde hair and a nasty scowl. Tera blanched. "Um.. Am I in trouble?" She asked softly, her voice a whine. "I didn't do anything yet!"
"HQ has just received your audio of the past hour, Tera. They are not please with you revealing you real identity to Dib." Scolded the girl. "They do not think it is safe for you to go on with this mission alone, lest you let another valuable piece of information slip. We're dispatching Maria as of noon today."
Tera let out a groan. "Not her! The last time you paired me up with her, she made me get up at five a.m. and do pushups! And all she ate was those stupid protein bars! Ick!" Shaking her head, she snapped the compact shut. Gir had now taken to beating the chicken with a frying pan. Tera exclaimed and took the frying pan from the SIR unit, despite his protests of, "I want fried eggs!"
"Time to add yet another odd new girl to the class," The teacher hissed, now back in her seat behind her desk. "The other one disappeared with Dib. If you have any information as to those two's whereabouts, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF! Do not tell the police. Do not tell your mummy. Do not tell anyone. We have finally gotten rid of Dib!" This was met by screams of joy made by her class. The corner of Zim's eye twitched; a sign that he knew where they were. Hopefully in his dungeon, and not on the couch watching television with his servant, and certainly not tiptoeing around in his lab. Doin' stuff. Doing stuff, in his home? Never!
"This, students, is Maria. She just magically appeared at the Skool doorstep and said she was here to NOT aid Dib in plotting Zim's downfall. So don't you suspect her of any such thing!"
Maria looked ordinary enough. Her scarlet hair was long with a slight wave to it. Her large eyes were a sparkling green, and her mouth was drawn up in a smile. She wore a short-sleeved, plain white Tshirt, and light blue denim jeans. Her eyes surveyed the classroom, coming to rest on the short, green child's face. Zim. Her number one enemy. She smiled at him, though something stirred in her eyes. She made her way acrossed the room, having a seat at the desk farthest away from Zim.
"Hmm," Droned the Irken invader to himself, "I think I may be able to use this new stink-human." He grinned sinisterly (which he was rather good at) as his mind went into overdrive as he concocted yet another plan. "Yes..."
Dib could barely contain the cry of triumph that longed to be said. He was finally in Zim's laboratory! But he must not celebrate yet. First, he had to upload all of the files on Zim's main computer onto his own laptop. Not as east as it sounded. First, he had to put in the pass word in order to turn the computer on. He made his way past various structures; models of the Earth, old robots he had used for destruction, lab tables covered with weird science experiments, and a pile of stuffed pigs. The enormous keyboard stretched before him, foreign symbols printed on each one. The screen saver bounced around on the screen: green letters that spelled out "Zim is the ruler of earth! All bow down to ZIM!" Dib rolled his eyes. What an ego that alien had!
"Ahh! Gir! No, PUT THAT DOWN! PUT IT DOWN!"
It seemed that Tera was running into problems of her own. Dib would have to hurry so they could leave. He lifted his laptop from his bag and searched the computer for a place to plug in. Upon finding a small plug in, he unraveled the cord of his computer and plugged it in. "Now, a pass word," He told himself, his words hushed. There were fifty or so keys on Zim's computer, and according to the screen, which had just switched on, there were four letters in the pass word. That was about 200 combinations, not counting the fact that some letters could be repeated. So, in reality, there were countless possibilities. And Skool would be dismissed in three hours.
"GIR! DON'T DO THAT! YOU'RE GOING TO HURT SOME ONE!"
Please review, and if you liked it, put it on your favs!!!