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Zim sat at his desk in the miserable prison humans called school. Reading a
motorcycle operation manual he found at the bus station behind his history
book. The day before in his secret lab he had decided it was best to travel
by a form of human transportation. A motorcycle would be best because he
only had to transport himself and Gir and he wouldn't have to pay for very
much fuel. Pay? No, steal much fuel. Also he had made a few minor
adjustments on the motorcycle he had stolen the day before. The Irken
civilization was far more advanced in technology and Zim thought himself
superior to the filthy earth creatures called humans. Even though he
couldn't figure out how to work the toaster.
Dib sat a few desks away glaring at Zim, trying to see what Zim was reading behind his history book. What are you trying to prove Zim? That you can take over earth? Or make really good muffins? Dib pondered thinking to himself. The previous day Dib had convinced his dad to take him to the muffin contest in North Carolina. This was good, very good because not only could he spend time with his dad, annoy Gaz by dragging her along, but mostly because he could follow Zim and somehow prove he was an alien. His dad, Prof. Membrane, had decided to enter the contest himself thinking it would be good publicity and for Gaz she would find some way to entertain herself. Most likely never remove her eyes for her Gameslave3.
The bell rang and the students rushed out the door eager to go home. Miss Bitters screamed something about homework on mutant bunnies eating your brain and Dib happily walked out of the school building. Zim on the other hand had ran home, he knew he and Gir had to leave that afternoon in order to get to the contest on time. Zim found Gir on the couch eating a power bar. Zim grabbed his gear and started strapping it on the bike. He felt a faint tug on his shirt and looked down. Gir in his doggy disguise was holding a blue duffle bag implying for Zim to strap it on the bike.
Zim: Huh? What's all this?
Gir: Oh, just a few necessities. You know, my bacon soap, curling iron, cosmetics, socks, sugar packets, butt warmer, earmuffs, my stuffed piggy, paper clips, crayons, gummy bears, nail care kit, and an espresso maker.
Zim: Gir, you can't even use most of that stuff. What's really in here?
Zim started unzipping the bag but stopped when he heard a familiar voice belonging to that earthworm Dib.
Dib: So, going on a road trip eh Zim?
Zim: Shut your noise tube.
Dib: I'm going to North Carolina tomorrow.
Zim: What are you getting at Dib? (Strapping the bag to the motorcycle.) Dib: I know what your up to Zim and where ever you go to cause complete utter chaos I'll be there.
Zim: Really? What am I up to? Last time I checked I was going to borrow a cup of sugar to make my granny's birthday cake.
Zim put on his rather stylish leather jacket and snazzy pair of sunglasses and climbed aboard his motorcycle. Gir hopped right up behind him and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Then the little robot pulled out some bubblegum and started chomping on it.
Dib: (His eyes narrowing.) You don't have a grandmother.
Zim: Later, enormously headed Dib creature.
Gir: Bye Dibby.
Gir blew a bubble as big as Dib's head and popped it. Leaving sticky, pink bubble gum all over Dib. Zim laughed and pulled off on to the open road. They were on their way. ******
Dib sat a few desks away glaring at Zim, trying to see what Zim was reading behind his history book. What are you trying to prove Zim? That you can take over earth? Or make really good muffins? Dib pondered thinking to himself. The previous day Dib had convinced his dad to take him to the muffin contest in North Carolina. This was good, very good because not only could he spend time with his dad, annoy Gaz by dragging her along, but mostly because he could follow Zim and somehow prove he was an alien. His dad, Prof. Membrane, had decided to enter the contest himself thinking it would be good publicity and for Gaz she would find some way to entertain herself. Most likely never remove her eyes for her Gameslave3.
The bell rang and the students rushed out the door eager to go home. Miss Bitters screamed something about homework on mutant bunnies eating your brain and Dib happily walked out of the school building. Zim on the other hand had ran home, he knew he and Gir had to leave that afternoon in order to get to the contest on time. Zim found Gir on the couch eating a power bar. Zim grabbed his gear and started strapping it on the bike. He felt a faint tug on his shirt and looked down. Gir in his doggy disguise was holding a blue duffle bag implying for Zim to strap it on the bike.
Zim: Huh? What's all this?
Gir: Oh, just a few necessities. You know, my bacon soap, curling iron, cosmetics, socks, sugar packets, butt warmer, earmuffs, my stuffed piggy, paper clips, crayons, gummy bears, nail care kit, and an espresso maker.
Zim: Gir, you can't even use most of that stuff. What's really in here?
Zim started unzipping the bag but stopped when he heard a familiar voice belonging to that earthworm Dib.
Dib: So, going on a road trip eh Zim?
Zim: Shut your noise tube.
Dib: I'm going to North Carolina tomorrow.
Zim: What are you getting at Dib? (Strapping the bag to the motorcycle.) Dib: I know what your up to Zim and where ever you go to cause complete utter chaos I'll be there.
Zim: Really? What am I up to? Last time I checked I was going to borrow a cup of sugar to make my granny's birthday cake.
Zim put on his rather stylish leather jacket and snazzy pair of sunglasses and climbed aboard his motorcycle. Gir hopped right up behind him and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Then the little robot pulled out some bubblegum and started chomping on it.
Dib: (His eyes narrowing.) You don't have a grandmother.
Zim: Later, enormously headed Dib creature.
Gir: Bye Dibby.
Gir blew a bubble as big as Dib's head and popped it. Leaving sticky, pink bubble gum all over Dib. Zim laughed and pulled off on to the open road. They were on their way. ******