A/N: Whoooa... haven't posted in a while... anyway... yeah. Continuing this, I sure am. I hope you guys like... review if you want more!! DOOO YOOOU HEEAR MEEE?!?!?! - Jess
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Zim was shocked beyond words -- did this little moron just kick a gun from his hands and provoke him, waiting for a battle? Zim growled, tightening his fists and glaring hatefully at the annoying little baby.
"Bring it on, alien!" Chuckie screeched, throwing back his head and roaring like some savage beast from Nowheresville. "Fine," Zim said, crouching down and bringing his palms up over his head in some weird battle stance. "I'll give you your pain the hard way."
Chuckie let loose a nasal battle cry and charged, fists clenched at his sides and his wild mane of orange hair whipping around his face.
Aaaand... MATRIX TIIME!!!
Just as Chuckie was about to ram his head into Zim's gut, the miniature Irken sprung up into the air, allowing Chuckie to pass under his airborne form. Yeah... freeze the moment for a second. Zim poised in the air, Chuckie still zooming below... and we pan around once... and now we're back!!
Zim landed expertly on his feet and snickered bemusedly as Chuckie rammed headlong into the television set. Chuckie's whole world was spinning. His head pounded and he found he could barely catch his breath. He forced his eyes open and grinned at the sight of the gun lying right by him. He fluidly reached out, snatched it up, and rolled over onto his back, aiming the gun at Zim's head. Zim's eyes widened, but he ducked just in time. The laser singed the top of his head and hit the wall. Zim didn't have time to worry about his minor burn; Chuckie was preparing to fire again. Zim crouched down and sprung up into the air, hearing the laser fire but feeling nothing. He flipped and landed on Chuckie's foot. The toddler screamed and his grip loosened on the gun. Zim's hand shot out like a whip, his palm open and his fingers ready to close around the gun, but Chuckie saw Zim's move before he performed it and jerked the gun to the side a bit. Zim was thrown off aim, and his hand wound up knocking the gun from Chuckie's hands. It skittered across the floor and collided with the wall, where it clattered and then lay motionless.
Zim grinned deviously before leaping off of Chuckie. He darted toward the gun, reaching out for it, when suddenly, GIR scampered ahead of him and picked it up. Zim's eyes widened as he backed away. "N-no, GIR," Zim sputtered as GIR began turning the laser gun over in his hands, intently examining it. Chuckie, who was up on his feet, was about to lash out and strike the back of Zim's exposed neck with one of his karate moves, but GIR caught his attention. His face paled as his courage drained out of him. Sure, the toddler was overall a retard, but... he WAS an advanced baby and could figure out the damage that GIR enjoyed inflicting with even the most seemingly harmless of objects. Handing GIR a laser gun was like handing Johnny the Homicidal Maniac a chainsaw; the outcomes were predictable and should, at all costs, be feared, and even though GIR was adorable and hadn't the slightest idea of what he did was bad and psychotic... well, he'd do it anyway.
"GIR, put that down," Zim ordered, his voice betraying his real feelings about his robot handling the laser. "Put it down NOW."
"Aww, but Master!" GIR squealed, giggling and accidentally pulling the trigger. The laser shot out, connecting with Chuckie's hair, and setting fire to it, though I'm not sure how that could be noticable since his hair looks like that anyway. The toddler began screaming as he fruitlessly attempted to douse the flames that burned across his scalp. GIR found this amusing and sat, watching, giggling happily, while Zim kept his distance. Finally, Chuckie was standing in the middle of the room, on the verge of tears. He was bald, with his scalp charred and blackened. Zim couldn't resist the urge to laugh at the little boy's misfortune.
An angry look crossed Chuckie's features, but then a smile flitted across his lips as he suddenly became struck with a brilliant idea. He had to do this quick, though; there wasn't much time, and he had to catch the alien off guard. Drawing a deep breath, he pulled off one of his karate stunts, flipping through the air and landing on Zim, pinning him to the ground. "What are you doing?!" Zim demanded, struggling against the toddler's grip. "LET ME GO!" Chuckie growled. "Shut up," he ordered, and removed his own glasses. "I have to do this, for the sake of the mission!" Chuckie cried. He fumbled with his glasses and finally managed to unwrap a thick piece of duct tape off of the middle of it. Since it was the only thing keeping the glasses intact, the two halves fell to the ground. By now Zim was really putting up a fight, so Chuckie acted quickly. He slapped the tape over Zim's mouth in one fluid movement. Zim closed his eyes and thrashed around angrily, but Chuckie used all of his strength to keep him pinned. When Zim was getting exhausted, Chuckie released one of his arms and fished into his pocket for a wristpad communicator. He turned it on, punched in a code, and waited.
"Hello?"
Chuckie saluted. "Good evening, ma'am!" he greeted. Kimmie was on his transmission screen, sprawled out on an easy chair. She was wearing scarlet colored gloves and was clad in a sequined, red gown. There was a puffy buldge around her thighs that gave away the fact that she was still sporting diapers. Well, maybe she was wearing pullups, you know, since she was a "big kid now!" Kimmie raised her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette. She blew a ring of smoke and then smiled seductively. "What happened to your hair, Charles? And where have those cute little glasses of yours gone to, Hershey's Cookies and Cream?" she commented, a sly smile at her lips. Then, getting her lame joke, she burst into laughter, coughing up a cloud of smokke.
"Hair burned off, glasses not intact," Chuckie stated matter-of-factly, unable to conceal a blush. "The rest of the troop... they have passed on," he continued, breaking eye contact. "I am the only remainder of the army, but I have the alien here, under me now."
Kimmie's eyes widened and she inhaled a deep breath of smoke, rushing it out of her mouth with a forceful blow. "The others, they are dead, Charles?" she asked disbelievingly, crushing her cigarette butt on the crystal ash tray that sat on a dark wooden coffee table beside the easy chair.
"Affirmative," Chuckie said, struggling to keep his face and voice emotionless. He squinted at the blurry form of Kimmie before continuing. "However, I have caught the alien." Chuckie turned the wristpad so that it was aimed at Zim in order to prove his statement. Zim stared hatefully at Kimmie, his slight frame heaving with pants.
"Well done, Charles," Kimmie said when Chuckie turned the wristpad back to him. "You have most certainly proven yourself." Chuckie turned scarlet and saluted. "Thank you, ma'am. What more do you wish for me to do?"
A sudden, dangerous look crossed Kimmie's babyish features. "Bring the alien here... and our scheme will begin."
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Zim was shocked beyond words -- did this little moron just kick a gun from his hands and provoke him, waiting for a battle? Zim growled, tightening his fists and glaring hatefully at the annoying little baby.
"Bring it on, alien!" Chuckie screeched, throwing back his head and roaring like some savage beast from Nowheresville. "Fine," Zim said, crouching down and bringing his palms up over his head in some weird battle stance. "I'll give you your pain the hard way."
Chuckie let loose a nasal battle cry and charged, fists clenched at his sides and his wild mane of orange hair whipping around his face.
Aaaand... MATRIX TIIME!!!
Just as Chuckie was about to ram his head into Zim's gut, the miniature Irken sprung up into the air, allowing Chuckie to pass under his airborne form. Yeah... freeze the moment for a second. Zim poised in the air, Chuckie still zooming below... and we pan around once... and now we're back!!
Zim landed expertly on his feet and snickered bemusedly as Chuckie rammed headlong into the television set. Chuckie's whole world was spinning. His head pounded and he found he could barely catch his breath. He forced his eyes open and grinned at the sight of the gun lying right by him. He fluidly reached out, snatched it up, and rolled over onto his back, aiming the gun at Zim's head. Zim's eyes widened, but he ducked just in time. The laser singed the top of his head and hit the wall. Zim didn't have time to worry about his minor burn; Chuckie was preparing to fire again. Zim crouched down and sprung up into the air, hearing the laser fire but feeling nothing. He flipped and landed on Chuckie's foot. The toddler screamed and his grip loosened on the gun. Zim's hand shot out like a whip, his palm open and his fingers ready to close around the gun, but Chuckie saw Zim's move before he performed it and jerked the gun to the side a bit. Zim was thrown off aim, and his hand wound up knocking the gun from Chuckie's hands. It skittered across the floor and collided with the wall, where it clattered and then lay motionless.
Zim grinned deviously before leaping off of Chuckie. He darted toward the gun, reaching out for it, when suddenly, GIR scampered ahead of him and picked it up. Zim's eyes widened as he backed away. "N-no, GIR," Zim sputtered as GIR began turning the laser gun over in his hands, intently examining it. Chuckie, who was up on his feet, was about to lash out and strike the back of Zim's exposed neck with one of his karate moves, but GIR caught his attention. His face paled as his courage drained out of him. Sure, the toddler was overall a retard, but... he WAS an advanced baby and could figure out the damage that GIR enjoyed inflicting with even the most seemingly harmless of objects. Handing GIR a laser gun was like handing Johnny the Homicidal Maniac a chainsaw; the outcomes were predictable and should, at all costs, be feared, and even though GIR was adorable and hadn't the slightest idea of what he did was bad and psychotic... well, he'd do it anyway.
"GIR, put that down," Zim ordered, his voice betraying his real feelings about his robot handling the laser. "Put it down NOW."
"Aww, but Master!" GIR squealed, giggling and accidentally pulling the trigger. The laser shot out, connecting with Chuckie's hair, and setting fire to it, though I'm not sure how that could be noticable since his hair looks like that anyway. The toddler began screaming as he fruitlessly attempted to douse the flames that burned across his scalp. GIR found this amusing and sat, watching, giggling happily, while Zim kept his distance. Finally, Chuckie was standing in the middle of the room, on the verge of tears. He was bald, with his scalp charred and blackened. Zim couldn't resist the urge to laugh at the little boy's misfortune.
An angry look crossed Chuckie's features, but then a smile flitted across his lips as he suddenly became struck with a brilliant idea. He had to do this quick, though; there wasn't much time, and he had to catch the alien off guard. Drawing a deep breath, he pulled off one of his karate stunts, flipping through the air and landing on Zim, pinning him to the ground. "What are you doing?!" Zim demanded, struggling against the toddler's grip. "LET ME GO!" Chuckie growled. "Shut up," he ordered, and removed his own glasses. "I have to do this, for the sake of the mission!" Chuckie cried. He fumbled with his glasses and finally managed to unwrap a thick piece of duct tape off of the middle of it. Since it was the only thing keeping the glasses intact, the two halves fell to the ground. By now Zim was really putting up a fight, so Chuckie acted quickly. He slapped the tape over Zim's mouth in one fluid movement. Zim closed his eyes and thrashed around angrily, but Chuckie used all of his strength to keep him pinned. When Zim was getting exhausted, Chuckie released one of his arms and fished into his pocket for a wristpad communicator. He turned it on, punched in a code, and waited.
"Hello?"
Chuckie saluted. "Good evening, ma'am!" he greeted. Kimmie was on his transmission screen, sprawled out on an easy chair. She was wearing scarlet colored gloves and was clad in a sequined, red gown. There was a puffy buldge around her thighs that gave away the fact that she was still sporting diapers. Well, maybe she was wearing pullups, you know, since she was a "big kid now!" Kimmie raised her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette. She blew a ring of smoke and then smiled seductively. "What happened to your hair, Charles? And where have those cute little glasses of yours gone to, Hershey's Cookies and Cream?" she commented, a sly smile at her lips. Then, getting her lame joke, she burst into laughter, coughing up a cloud of smokke.
"Hair burned off, glasses not intact," Chuckie stated matter-of-factly, unable to conceal a blush. "The rest of the troop... they have passed on," he continued, breaking eye contact. "I am the only remainder of the army, but I have the alien here, under me now."
Kimmie's eyes widened and she inhaled a deep breath of smoke, rushing it out of her mouth with a forceful blow. "The others, they are dead, Charles?" she asked disbelievingly, crushing her cigarette butt on the crystal ash tray that sat on a dark wooden coffee table beside the easy chair.
"Affirmative," Chuckie said, struggling to keep his face and voice emotionless. He squinted at the blurry form of Kimmie before continuing. "However, I have caught the alien." Chuckie turned the wristpad so that it was aimed at Zim in order to prove his statement. Zim stared hatefully at Kimmie, his slight frame heaving with pants.
"Well done, Charles," Kimmie said when Chuckie turned the wristpad back to him. "You have most certainly proven yourself." Chuckie turned scarlet and saluted. "Thank you, ma'am. What more do you wish for me to do?"
A sudden, dangerous look crossed Kimmie's babyish features. "Bring the alien here... and our scheme will begin."