A/N: I didn't think of this idea, my friend actually did. This was actually an RP we had; me being Zim and myself, and she being the Rugrats. Now, just to let you know, I am a MAJOR Zim fan and a MAJOR Rugrats hater. Though most of this is my friend, Tegan's, idea, I did write this out and throw in my own stuff ^_^, and after the whole spitting and shooting milk ordeal, the whole rest of the story will be in my hands! The horror! Anyways, hope ya like! THANK YOU TEGAN!! You rawk!!
Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, and Lil sat in a circle in their pen, "intelligently" discussing their new… [spooky BA BA BA noise] plan. Tommy's eyes were filled with a look of determination… ~rolls eyes~ as usual… Chuckie was nervously wasting himself on his fingernails, and Phil and Lil were licking their lips at the thought of worms, what else is new?
Tommy was using a green crayon to draw meaningless lines and scribbles on his notepad, his brows furrowed in concentration. The young boy knew that the earth was in danger; he had seen it on the TV. A green alien with a perky little robot had come to the earth with his goals set to destroy and conquer it. How Tommy understood the rather large vocabulary on this TV show is a great mystery that will have to remain unsolved.
"So here's the plan!" he cried in his annoying voice. "We blow this Popsicle stand and find Zim's base. Then we finish him off." Tommy indicated to his milk bottle, and Phil and Lil enthusiastically spit at the floor.
"I don't know about this, Tommy," Chuckie said doubtfully (not to mention nasally), "Zim is a big green alien…"
"What are you talking about, he's barely bigger than Angelica," Tommy said as he threw down his crayon and notepad.
"After we kill Zim, can we eat him?" Phil asked hopefully, his eyes full of malice and stupidity.
"Yeah, I want his eyes," Lil chimed in, gleefully clasping her hands.
"I want his tongue 'cause it looks like a worm!" Phil said, a rather disgusting grin dominating his babyish features.
"No, I want his tongue," Lil said, favoring the idea of worms.
An angry look filled Phil's face, as he retorted, "No, I said it first! You can have his eyes."
"I don't want his eyes, I want his tongue!" Lil screamed, clenching her fists in fury. Does anyone have a gun?
"I want it, Lillian!" Phil hollered, his face nearing his sisters.
"Well, too bad, Philip!" Lil snapped, her eyes flaring.
"Guys, stop!" Tommy cried, enjoying his role of leadership among his compatriots. "We have to go to Zim's house." A smile playing at his lips, he reached into his diaper and pulled out a screwdriver. Sorry, doesn't that sound just… perverted?
Tommy approached the gate of the pen and slipped the screwdriver between the bars, yanking it up (this still sounds nasty) and undoing the lock. Soon the babies were out of the pen. They ventured into the kitchen, where the stupid and oblivious Dee Dee was walking around putting dishes away, not even noticing the retarded babies walk right out the door and onto the lawn.
However, being babies, they got hopelessly lost, and by some rare, unexplainable occurrence, they wound up in the streets of Manhattan. Panting, they ran up a block, stopping at a certain building.
Chuckie began shuddering, his eyes large and his expression fearful. "Oh, no, Tommy," he whispered almost inaudibly. "What is it, Chuckie?" Tommy replied, hands on his knees, attempting to regain his breath and composure. "We're passing Jess's house," Chuckie said pointedly, holding his head with his hands. "She won't let us kill Zim!"
By rare chance, Jess came strolling out of the building, her hands in her pockets, whistling a sullen and morbid tune from God knows where, when she saw the babies standing before the stoop of her building.
"Oh, it's the Rugcraps!" Jess said mockingly, as if these kinds of things happened regularly. The babies replied to her insult with a dumb stare. Tommy decided that since he was the brave one, and the one responsible for the "team," that he would speak up for the rest of them. "C-can you tell us where Zim is?" he asked, his voice small and clenched with fear. Unlike people like Angelica, people like Jess weren't afraid to mercilessly torture some bigheaded babies wandering around. Chuckie shuddered. "I want his tongue!" Phil cried randomly. "No, I want it!" Lil screamed, overtaken with anger.
"NO," Jess yelled, clenching her fists with anger.
"Aw man, now we can't kill him sooner," Tommy said somberly, throwing a scolding look at the twins. But they were ignoring him, arguing over Zim's tongue once again.
Jess quickly struck her move, snatching a fistful of Chuckie's hair, grabbing Phil and Lil by their small quantities of hair, and picking Tommy up by his… um… collar, since no hair was available for grabbing. "YOU WON'T EVER TOUCH ZIMMY!" she screamed.
Amazingly, the babies managed to break free from Jess's hold. As they sped off on their stubby, chubby little legs, the traditional Rugrats chase music began to play. Her arms outstretched and fingers flexing, Jess chased the babies, and God knows why she couldn't catch up with him, that's just the way Klaskey Csupo productions are like, I guess. The babies must escape! Oh no! We must protect them and give them a safe environment! What would ever happen if we frightened the poor souls of the universe? OH MY! Let's all be bright and happy! That's what Nick's all about! Dance with us now, for the babies will inevitably escape!
And the babies inevitably escaped. They lost Jess somewhere along the way and wound up running into Zim's yard. The babies, being babies, were too small for the gnomes to detect and kill off, but their consistent cheers and gibberish startled Zim from inside. Tommy looked around, recognizing the surroundings. "Shh! Guys! This is Zim's place! Ready your weapons!"
"Weapons ready!" Phil, Lil, and Chuckie chorused.
Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal Zim, donning his disguise. "What the?"
"FIRE!" Tommy screamed, clenching his grip around his milk bottle, sending milk soaring through the air and landing on poor Zim, who screamed, burning and smoking.
Phil and Lil leaned forward and spat at Zim, and being experienced spitters, landed the spit right on his boots. Man, how disgusting.
"Who are you, what do you want?!" Zim screamed, raising his arms in a futile attempt to protect himself from the milk and saliva.
"We are the Rugrats!" Tommy screamed, squirting the last droplets of milk from his bottle onto Zim's boots. Those poor boots. "We are a cute Klaskey Csupo production, as all are, and we are here to protect Earth from YOU, stinky alien!"
"Oh great, baby Dibs?" Zim yelled, disgusted. "That explains your big heads!"
"We have big heads 'cause we're smart," Phil said, laughing stupidly.
"You're not going to eat us, are you, Mister Zim?" Chuckie asked, cowering behind Tommy.
Before Zim could reply, Lil said, "Of course not, Chuckie. We're eating HIM, remember?"
"You? Eat ME, ZIM?" Zim said incredulously before exploding into laughter. "We're not kidding," Tommy said solemnly, but this didn't silence Zim. Was it supposed to?
Suddenly, the door was flung open once more, connecting with Zim and landing him flat on his face. GIR came out, slurping a brainfreezy. "Hiya!" he squealed, waving enthusiastically at the babies. "You're cute!"
Chuckie's cheeks reddened as he twisted his fingers and smiled sheepishly while the rest of the babies just stared stupidly. "Are you the alien's ally?" Tommy asked smartly.
"Um… nail polish is red," GIR said in a confused tone. By now, Zim had staggered to his feet, holding his head and swaggering a bit. "GIR! Be more careful," Zim commanded irritably.
"Our mommy wears nail polish, and it's purple," Lil argued, her hands on her hips.
"I know, me and your mommy play checkers everyday!" GIR cried.
"Really?"
"No."
This left the babies even more confused than they had been the previous moment.
"So, how are you gonna kill me now that you've run out of milk?" Zim asked skeptically. "Um…" Tommy looked at his companions. All of them had a look of defeat clear on their features. They could spit, of course, but it didn't seem to have that much effect on the alien. Oh no! How would they ever save the earth now?
Can the babies restock on milk, or will they face horrible doom?! OH NO! Will this story become associated with Klaskey Csupo or will it team up with Slave Labor Graphics?! WHO THE HELL KNOWS?!
O.o Wow that was weird. Um… review, please! ^_^.
Tommy, Chuckie, Phil, and Lil sat in a circle in their pen, "intelligently" discussing their new… [spooky BA BA BA noise] plan. Tommy's eyes were filled with a look of determination… ~rolls eyes~ as usual… Chuckie was nervously wasting himself on his fingernails, and Phil and Lil were licking their lips at the thought of worms, what else is new?
Tommy was using a green crayon to draw meaningless lines and scribbles on his notepad, his brows furrowed in concentration. The young boy knew that the earth was in danger; he had seen it on the TV. A green alien with a perky little robot had come to the earth with his goals set to destroy and conquer it. How Tommy understood the rather large vocabulary on this TV show is a great mystery that will have to remain unsolved.
"So here's the plan!" he cried in his annoying voice. "We blow this Popsicle stand and find Zim's base. Then we finish him off." Tommy indicated to his milk bottle, and Phil and Lil enthusiastically spit at the floor.
"I don't know about this, Tommy," Chuckie said doubtfully (not to mention nasally), "Zim is a big green alien…"
"What are you talking about, he's barely bigger than Angelica," Tommy said as he threw down his crayon and notepad.
"After we kill Zim, can we eat him?" Phil asked hopefully, his eyes full of malice and stupidity.
"Yeah, I want his eyes," Lil chimed in, gleefully clasping her hands.
"I want his tongue 'cause it looks like a worm!" Phil said, a rather disgusting grin dominating his babyish features.
"No, I want his tongue," Lil said, favoring the idea of worms.
An angry look filled Phil's face, as he retorted, "No, I said it first! You can have his eyes."
"I don't want his eyes, I want his tongue!" Lil screamed, clenching her fists in fury. Does anyone have a gun?
"I want it, Lillian!" Phil hollered, his face nearing his sisters.
"Well, too bad, Philip!" Lil snapped, her eyes flaring.
"Guys, stop!" Tommy cried, enjoying his role of leadership among his compatriots. "We have to go to Zim's house." A smile playing at his lips, he reached into his diaper and pulled out a screwdriver. Sorry, doesn't that sound just… perverted?
Tommy approached the gate of the pen and slipped the screwdriver between the bars, yanking it up (this still sounds nasty) and undoing the lock. Soon the babies were out of the pen. They ventured into the kitchen, where the stupid and oblivious Dee Dee was walking around putting dishes away, not even noticing the retarded babies walk right out the door and onto the lawn.
However, being babies, they got hopelessly lost, and by some rare, unexplainable occurrence, they wound up in the streets of Manhattan. Panting, they ran up a block, stopping at a certain building.
Chuckie began shuddering, his eyes large and his expression fearful. "Oh, no, Tommy," he whispered almost inaudibly. "What is it, Chuckie?" Tommy replied, hands on his knees, attempting to regain his breath and composure. "We're passing Jess's house," Chuckie said pointedly, holding his head with his hands. "She won't let us kill Zim!"
By rare chance, Jess came strolling out of the building, her hands in her pockets, whistling a sullen and morbid tune from God knows where, when she saw the babies standing before the stoop of her building.
"Oh, it's the Rugcraps!" Jess said mockingly, as if these kinds of things happened regularly. The babies replied to her insult with a dumb stare. Tommy decided that since he was the brave one, and the one responsible for the "team," that he would speak up for the rest of them. "C-can you tell us where Zim is?" he asked, his voice small and clenched with fear. Unlike people like Angelica, people like Jess weren't afraid to mercilessly torture some bigheaded babies wandering around. Chuckie shuddered. "I want his tongue!" Phil cried randomly. "No, I want it!" Lil screamed, overtaken with anger.
"NO," Jess yelled, clenching her fists with anger.
"Aw man, now we can't kill him sooner," Tommy said somberly, throwing a scolding look at the twins. But they were ignoring him, arguing over Zim's tongue once again.
Jess quickly struck her move, snatching a fistful of Chuckie's hair, grabbing Phil and Lil by their small quantities of hair, and picking Tommy up by his… um… collar, since no hair was available for grabbing. "YOU WON'T EVER TOUCH ZIMMY!" she screamed.
Amazingly, the babies managed to break free from Jess's hold. As they sped off on their stubby, chubby little legs, the traditional Rugrats chase music began to play. Her arms outstretched and fingers flexing, Jess chased the babies, and God knows why she couldn't catch up with him, that's just the way Klaskey Csupo productions are like, I guess. The babies must escape! Oh no! We must protect them and give them a safe environment! What would ever happen if we frightened the poor souls of the universe? OH MY! Let's all be bright and happy! That's what Nick's all about! Dance with us now, for the babies will inevitably escape!
And the babies inevitably escaped. They lost Jess somewhere along the way and wound up running into Zim's yard. The babies, being babies, were too small for the gnomes to detect and kill off, but their consistent cheers and gibberish startled Zim from inside. Tommy looked around, recognizing the surroundings. "Shh! Guys! This is Zim's place! Ready your weapons!"
"Weapons ready!" Phil, Lil, and Chuckie chorused.
Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal Zim, donning his disguise. "What the?"
"FIRE!" Tommy screamed, clenching his grip around his milk bottle, sending milk soaring through the air and landing on poor Zim, who screamed, burning and smoking.
Phil and Lil leaned forward and spat at Zim, and being experienced spitters, landed the spit right on his boots. Man, how disgusting.
"Who are you, what do you want?!" Zim screamed, raising his arms in a futile attempt to protect himself from the milk and saliva.
"We are the Rugrats!" Tommy screamed, squirting the last droplets of milk from his bottle onto Zim's boots. Those poor boots. "We are a cute Klaskey Csupo production, as all are, and we are here to protect Earth from YOU, stinky alien!"
"Oh great, baby Dibs?" Zim yelled, disgusted. "That explains your big heads!"
"We have big heads 'cause we're smart," Phil said, laughing stupidly.
"You're not going to eat us, are you, Mister Zim?" Chuckie asked, cowering behind Tommy.
Before Zim could reply, Lil said, "Of course not, Chuckie. We're eating HIM, remember?"
"You? Eat ME, ZIM?" Zim said incredulously before exploding into laughter. "We're not kidding," Tommy said solemnly, but this didn't silence Zim. Was it supposed to?
Suddenly, the door was flung open once more, connecting with Zim and landing him flat on his face. GIR came out, slurping a brainfreezy. "Hiya!" he squealed, waving enthusiastically at the babies. "You're cute!"
Chuckie's cheeks reddened as he twisted his fingers and smiled sheepishly while the rest of the babies just stared stupidly. "Are you the alien's ally?" Tommy asked smartly.
"Um… nail polish is red," GIR said in a confused tone. By now, Zim had staggered to his feet, holding his head and swaggering a bit. "GIR! Be more careful," Zim commanded irritably.
"Our mommy wears nail polish, and it's purple," Lil argued, her hands on her hips.
"I know, me and your mommy play checkers everyday!" GIR cried.
"Really?"
"No."
This left the babies even more confused than they had been the previous moment.
"So, how are you gonna kill me now that you've run out of milk?" Zim asked skeptically. "Um…" Tommy looked at his companions. All of them had a look of defeat clear on their features. They could spit, of course, but it didn't seem to have that much effect on the alien. Oh no! How would they ever save the earth now?
Can the babies restock on milk, or will they face horrible doom?! OH NO! Will this story become associated with Klaskey Csupo or will it team up with Slave Labor Graphics?! WHO THE HELL KNOWS?!
O.o Wow that was weird. Um… review, please! ^_^.