Disclaimer: No I don't own any of these characters. (If I did Zim would
have blue hair and I'd be filthy rich.)
Ok, this is my first fic ever; please R&R. EEEE! Excitement fills me.... now
losing excitement. No, I'm not on drugs and I have no clue where this story
is going. Enjoy.
****** On one lazy afternoon in spring time Gir and Zim lounged on the couch watching T.V. in their horribly decorated living room. Gir was slurping his nuclear waste flavored freezy and watching his 37th favorite show The Angry Mice. While Zim tried to think of a way to take over the world.
Gir: (giggling) Look at that one and that one there 're so red! Zim: Quiet Gir I'm trying to think. Gir: SHHHH MONKEY! The commercials are on. (Throwing freezy in the air.)
The freezy landed on the floor and ate a hole in the stained carpet. His eyes robotic widening, Gir watched the commercials with excitement. One was advertising cosmetics, another cheese graters. (We know how important those are.) Zim watched in delight thinking to himself of how he could use those graters to decrease the size of Dib's huge head. When something on the T.V. caught his interest.
T.V.: That's right; April 17th is national Muffin Day! The National Muffin Contest will be held here in the sunny state of North Carolina. This event will be televised all over the doomed world, as we know it. Zim: All over the world eh... Gir: Can we go please! I'll be good! Zim: GIR! How many times have I told you not to use language like that in this house? (Glaring at the startled robot.) Gir: I'm a bad lil robot. Zim: That's right, and we shall go to that muffin contest. There we shall rain doom on their doomed muffin stuffing heads! And.. Gir: Make the best darn muffins you ever had! Zim: (looks down shaking his head.) Gir, now I'm going to my lab to scheme.
Zim skipped to the to the toilet and merrily flushed himself to his lab. Gir continued to watch his shows. And Dib, who was spying outside, chuckled to himself.
Dib: Another pathetic attempt to take over the world Zim? HA! And of all things a muffin contest. What are you gonna do addict the world to your muffins... that's not a bad idea. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!
Dib screamed at a near by squirrel. The poor creature ran away startled. Dib on the other hand ran home to do some planning of his own. ******
YES! My first chapter ever! I will write more chapters and maybe make it a little longer next time. Sorry if you hated it and you wasted "valuable" time of your life. Don't worry the next chapter will be better I promise. And if you don't like it you can come to my house and spit in my hair, leave a burning bag of stuff on my porch or whatever... if you can find me... MUHAHAHA!
****** On one lazy afternoon in spring time Gir and Zim lounged on the couch watching T.V. in their horribly decorated living room. Gir was slurping his nuclear waste flavored freezy and watching his 37th favorite show The Angry Mice. While Zim tried to think of a way to take over the world.
Gir: (giggling) Look at that one and that one there 're so red! Zim: Quiet Gir I'm trying to think. Gir: SHHHH MONKEY! The commercials are on. (Throwing freezy in the air.)
The freezy landed on the floor and ate a hole in the stained carpet. His eyes robotic widening, Gir watched the commercials with excitement. One was advertising cosmetics, another cheese graters. (We know how important those are.) Zim watched in delight thinking to himself of how he could use those graters to decrease the size of Dib's huge head. When something on the T.V. caught his interest.
T.V.: That's right; April 17th is national Muffin Day! The National Muffin Contest will be held here in the sunny state of North Carolina. This event will be televised all over the doomed world, as we know it. Zim: All over the world eh... Gir: Can we go please! I'll be good! Zim: GIR! How many times have I told you not to use language like that in this house? (Glaring at the startled robot.) Gir: I'm a bad lil robot. Zim: That's right, and we shall go to that muffin contest. There we shall rain doom on their doomed muffin stuffing heads! And.. Gir: Make the best darn muffins you ever had! Zim: (looks down shaking his head.) Gir, now I'm going to my lab to scheme.
Zim skipped to the to the toilet and merrily flushed himself to his lab. Gir continued to watch his shows. And Dib, who was spying outside, chuckled to himself.
Dib: Another pathetic attempt to take over the world Zim? HA! And of all things a muffin contest. What are you gonna do addict the world to your muffins... that's not a bad idea. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!
Dib screamed at a near by squirrel. The poor creature ran away startled. Dib on the other hand ran home to do some planning of his own. ******
YES! My first chapter ever! I will write more chapters and maybe make it a little longer next time. Sorry if you hated it and you wasted "valuable" time of your life. Don't worry the next chapter will be better I promise. And if you don't like it you can come to my house and spit in my hair, leave a burning bag of stuff on my porch or whatever... if you can find me... MUHAHAHA!