Thanks for all of the reviews! You guys are like my new muffin minions for
soon I'll over throw the current muffin lord! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HA! I'm
telling you that chocolate Easter bunny went straight to my thighs.
******
The next morning Gir and Zim woke up and check out of the motel.
Zim: Jeez... didn't even get any complementary soap.
Gir: Would have been good to chuck at cars too.
Zim: That's my mischievous robot. Uh... Gir you want to explain this?
Zim said pointing to the blue duffel bag that was strapped to the bike. The top was half open and exposing a bright blue tub.
Gir: That's... my... moisturizer GIMIE!
Zim: What's all this? A wooden spoon, flour, sugar, baking soda, muffin tins in the shape of squirrels! GIR JUST WHAT WERE YOU PLANNING ON DOING WITH ALL THIS!
Gir: I wanted to enter the muffin contest. I'm sorry master.
Zim: That's right grovel at my feet... Gir you should know better. (Bending over picking up blue container) You should never use Crisco; butter is better.
Gir: You...* sniffles * you mean I... we can enter the contest.
Zim: That's what I was intending to do... but the squirrel shaped muffin tins surprised me!
Gir: YAY!!!
Zim: You know what Gir; these muffin tins give me an idea. Is there a Thrift store around here?
Dib lounged in the back seat of his father's SUV. (What kind of car dose he have? I don't no but SUVs are awesome.) He was on his way to the muffin contest and one step closer to destroying Zim's plans. Gaz was sitting up front playing away on her Gameslave3.
Gaz: GAHHH! DIE YOU MUTANT PIGGY PIES! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dib: Is it the end of the world again Gaz? (Leaning over the seat)
Gaz: Shut up! You're in my light.
Dib: Whatever. Hey, Dad are there any snacks left in the cooler?
Prof. Membrane: Huh? There are 100% non-healthy snacking goods stashed in there somewhere.
Dib climbed back to the very back and searched around for the cooler. Once succeeding to find it he opened it and grabbed a bag of deep fried Twinkies and a Twix bar. Suddenly Dib was hurled backward when the car pulled to an abrupt stop.
Dib: What's the hold up dad?
Prof. Membrane: There seems to be some type of protest up ahead.
Dib: I'll settle this.
Dib got out of the car. Up ahead was a number a yellow, fluffy, ducks marching around in a circle quaking loudly. Dib approached the ducks and started screaming at them to move their hides. But, the ducks just turned and stared; then continued to march in their circle making a tremendous amount of noise. Dib went back to the car snatched up his Twix bar and chucked it at the nearest one. MISTAKE! (You'll see) The ducks started to run in different directions and fly off. Dib returned to the car and shut the door.
Dib: Problem solved. ****** Never ever piss off ducks! Or hit a crazy person. I already have a great idea for the next chapter. I also drew a smiley face on my foot. * BLINKS * Where is my mind today? Where is my stuffed penguin? Where is that elf with my latte'. AND WHO ATE MY LOLLY POP! Man, it's chaos around here.
The next morning Gir and Zim woke up and check out of the motel.
Zim: Jeez... didn't even get any complementary soap.
Gir: Would have been good to chuck at cars too.
Zim: That's my mischievous robot. Uh... Gir you want to explain this?
Zim said pointing to the blue duffel bag that was strapped to the bike. The top was half open and exposing a bright blue tub.
Gir: That's... my... moisturizer GIMIE!
Zim: What's all this? A wooden spoon, flour, sugar, baking soda, muffin tins in the shape of squirrels! GIR JUST WHAT WERE YOU PLANNING ON DOING WITH ALL THIS!
Gir: I wanted to enter the muffin contest. I'm sorry master.
Zim: That's right grovel at my feet... Gir you should know better. (Bending over picking up blue container) You should never use Crisco; butter is better.
Gir: You...* sniffles * you mean I... we can enter the contest.
Zim: That's what I was intending to do... but the squirrel shaped muffin tins surprised me!
Gir: YAY!!!
Zim: You know what Gir; these muffin tins give me an idea. Is there a Thrift store around here?
Dib lounged in the back seat of his father's SUV. (What kind of car dose he have? I don't no but SUVs are awesome.) He was on his way to the muffin contest and one step closer to destroying Zim's plans. Gaz was sitting up front playing away on her Gameslave3.
Gaz: GAHHH! DIE YOU MUTANT PIGGY PIES! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dib: Is it the end of the world again Gaz? (Leaning over the seat)
Gaz: Shut up! You're in my light.
Dib: Whatever. Hey, Dad are there any snacks left in the cooler?
Prof. Membrane: Huh? There are 100% non-healthy snacking goods stashed in there somewhere.
Dib climbed back to the very back and searched around for the cooler. Once succeeding to find it he opened it and grabbed a bag of deep fried Twinkies and a Twix bar. Suddenly Dib was hurled backward when the car pulled to an abrupt stop.
Dib: What's the hold up dad?
Prof. Membrane: There seems to be some type of protest up ahead.
Dib: I'll settle this.
Dib got out of the car. Up ahead was a number a yellow, fluffy, ducks marching around in a circle quaking loudly. Dib approached the ducks and started screaming at them to move their hides. But, the ducks just turned and stared; then continued to march in their circle making a tremendous amount of noise. Dib went back to the car snatched up his Twix bar and chucked it at the nearest one. MISTAKE! (You'll see) The ducks started to run in different directions and fly off. Dib returned to the car and shut the door.
Dib: Problem solved. ****** Never ever piss off ducks! Or hit a crazy person. I already have a great idea for the next chapter. I also drew a smiley face on my foot. * BLINKS * Where is my mind today? Where is my stuffed penguin? Where is that elf with my latte'. AND WHO ATE MY LOLLY POP! Man, it's chaos around here.