Project 59 by "Bonez" aka HappyNoodleGurl
Chapter 5
It was about midnight when Zim opened his front door and came home after a day of "Detention." Exausted, as soon as he stepped inside his house he fell face first on the floor and the door slammed behind him. "Daaaaamn this 'detention' which deprives my of sleeeeep! Zim needs sleep!"
Suddenly, a big crash and shortly after machinical laughing was heard coming from the kitchen. Afraid that most of his belongings would be destroyed, he had one name in mind: "GIR!!!!" screamed the little green alien as he jumped off the comfy floor and ran in the kitchen only to find yellow cake batter oozing off the walls and ceiling onto the floor. In the middle of the mess, the little robot stood there with an empty grin holding a big bowl in one hand and a giant wooden spoon in the other. "I'm bakin me a cake!" he squeeled. "Gir! Clean this mess up NOW!" said Zim as he stared with imense anger at the little handicapped SIR. "Awww.....but I wanna be a cow!!" Gir jumped off the table and started licking the batter off the walls." "EHEHEHEHE MOOOOOOOOOOOO EHEHEHEHEHE!" Zim sighed knowing he'd never get his metal slave to listen, so he gave up and plopped on the couch in the living room. Looking up at the ceiling, he kept on thinking about "her." That inferior stink beast that made her presence known that day. Something about her seemed familiar, but what? Why was he letting this slab of meat get to him so bad? These thoughts played again and again in his mind like a broken record. Tracing the cracks on the ceiling with his eyes, he popped his contacts out and took off the wig and closed his eyes until he fell asleep. WHOOSH
Dib sat straight up in his bed and popped the top off his red marker. Infront of him, his calendar was laid out and inbetween "TRYING TO STOP ZIM FROM TAKING OVER THE WORLD" he wrote "First Date!" on tomorrow's collum. With a smile of how good the word "Date!" looks on his calendar, he put the top back on and sat everything back where it was supposed to be. He laid down on his warm bed and stared out the window up at the stars. "So finally.........a change." he whispered to himself. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky and he laid there looking at them and admirering their beauty for what seemed like hours. Realizing he was to anxious to sleep, he decided to eat something. Getting up and walking in the living room, he stopped and looked around for Gaz. If she was up, he wouldn't make it out with any food if it was a bad day. Well, not seeing her anywhere he snuck into the kitchen as quietly as possible, as so not to disturb the peace, er, wake Gaz up. He slowly opened the fridge door and looked at all the food stored away in the cold wonderland. Shivering a bit, he stuck his hand in there and grabbed a box of crackers. "What are you doing??" He shivered at the ominous voice that he had just heard. No, it wasn't Charles Manson. No, it wasn't Satan. No it wasn't Pee-Wee Herman either. "....Gaz?...." whispered Dib as his whole body froze in place, hand in the fridge and the door wide open as he saw his sister hovering over him looking more deadly than ever. "Dib, what are you doing? Those are MY crackers, YOU don't own them. I DO." Dib panicked. "Uhh...I...I was h..h..hungry Gaz, h..h..honest! I didn't do it to s...s..spite you!" She stared down at her big brother with one eye raised and uncrossed her arms while he started to sweat. Now you're probably thinking: "Whoa, time out! This dude's afraid of his little sister? What a wuss!" But you probably don't have a sister like Gaz. She sends chills down a pissed-off tiger's back for god's sake. All the more reason I like her. 20 mins later, Dib crawled into bed with one cracker and a whole lot of bruises. VROOM!
Hey hey, how'd ya like that chapter, eh? My god I've been in such a man-hating mood (no offense to sum of you "unlucky" males). I came up with this scenario where Gaz beats the shit outta her bro in 4th period and it had me giggling all day. hehehe see? I giggle. Oh! And I aslo brought back Gir as well as Gaz. ^-^ heh, that cow thing was actually a spur of the moment idea but I thought it worked out, didn't you?? I could just imagine him licking something off the wall, er, atleast today I could. Well, what will happen tomorrow for our young idiots? That's something even I don't know. It's 12:31am...amazing, I woke up at 6:30am and yet............I'm not.............the...least..bit..................tired............zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzz......*BANGCRASHBOOM* AWW SHIT! THERE GOES MY HEAD!!! OWWW! DESK + HEAD = PAIN!! blarrrgh...
~*~Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl~*~
P.S.~ I'm one big f****** ray of sunshine, aren't I???
It was about midnight when Zim opened his front door and came home after a day of "Detention." Exausted, as soon as he stepped inside his house he fell face first on the floor and the door slammed behind him. "Daaaaamn this 'detention' which deprives my of sleeeeep! Zim needs sleep!"
Suddenly, a big crash and shortly after machinical laughing was heard coming from the kitchen. Afraid that most of his belongings would be destroyed, he had one name in mind: "GIR!!!!" screamed the little green alien as he jumped off the comfy floor and ran in the kitchen only to find yellow cake batter oozing off the walls and ceiling onto the floor. In the middle of the mess, the little robot stood there with an empty grin holding a big bowl in one hand and a giant wooden spoon in the other. "I'm bakin me a cake!" he squeeled. "Gir! Clean this mess up NOW!" said Zim as he stared with imense anger at the little handicapped SIR. "Awww.....but I wanna be a cow!!" Gir jumped off the table and started licking the batter off the walls." "EHEHEHEHE MOOOOOOOOOOOO EHEHEHEHEHE!" Zim sighed knowing he'd never get his metal slave to listen, so he gave up and plopped on the couch in the living room. Looking up at the ceiling, he kept on thinking about "her." That inferior stink beast that made her presence known that day. Something about her seemed familiar, but what? Why was he letting this slab of meat get to him so bad? These thoughts played again and again in his mind like a broken record. Tracing the cracks on the ceiling with his eyes, he popped his contacts out and took off the wig and closed his eyes until he fell asleep. WHOOSH
Dib sat straight up in his bed and popped the top off his red marker. Infront of him, his calendar was laid out and inbetween "TRYING TO STOP ZIM FROM TAKING OVER THE WORLD" he wrote "First Date!" on tomorrow's collum. With a smile of how good the word "Date!" looks on his calendar, he put the top back on and sat everything back where it was supposed to be. He laid down on his warm bed and stared out the window up at the stars. "So finally.........a change." he whispered to himself. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky and he laid there looking at them and admirering their beauty for what seemed like hours. Realizing he was to anxious to sleep, he decided to eat something. Getting up and walking in the living room, he stopped and looked around for Gaz. If she was up, he wouldn't make it out with any food if it was a bad day. Well, not seeing her anywhere he snuck into the kitchen as quietly as possible, as so not to disturb the peace, er, wake Gaz up. He slowly opened the fridge door and looked at all the food stored away in the cold wonderland. Shivering a bit, he stuck his hand in there and grabbed a box of crackers. "What are you doing??" He shivered at the ominous voice that he had just heard. No, it wasn't Charles Manson. No, it wasn't Satan. No it wasn't Pee-Wee Herman either. "....Gaz?...." whispered Dib as his whole body froze in place, hand in the fridge and the door wide open as he saw his sister hovering over him looking more deadly than ever. "Dib, what are you doing? Those are MY crackers, YOU don't own them. I DO." Dib panicked. "Uhh...I...I was h..h..hungry Gaz, h..h..honest! I didn't do it to s...s..spite you!" She stared down at her big brother with one eye raised and uncrossed her arms while he started to sweat. Now you're probably thinking: "Whoa, time out! This dude's afraid of his little sister? What a wuss!" But you probably don't have a sister like Gaz. She sends chills down a pissed-off tiger's back for god's sake. All the more reason I like her. 20 mins later, Dib crawled into bed with one cracker and a whole lot of bruises. VROOM!
Hey hey, how'd ya like that chapter, eh? My god I've been in such a man-hating mood (no offense to sum of you "unlucky" males). I came up with this scenario where Gaz beats the shit outta her bro in 4th period and it had me giggling all day. hehehe see? I giggle. Oh! And I aslo brought back Gir as well as Gaz. ^-^ heh, that cow thing was actually a spur of the moment idea but I thought it worked out, didn't you?? I could just imagine him licking something off the wall, er, atleast today I could. Well, what will happen tomorrow for our young idiots? That's something even I don't know. It's 12:31am...amazing, I woke up at 6:30am and yet............I'm not.............the...least..bit..................tired............zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzz......*BANGCRASHBOOM* AWW SHIT! THERE GOES MY HEAD!!! OWWW! DESK + HEAD = PAIN!! blarrrgh...
~*~Bonez aka HappyNoodleGurl~*~
P.S.~ I'm one big f****** ray of sunshine, aren't I???