Chapter two is here! Celebrate or protest it's existence anyway you want. Or just ignore it. Does any read author notes anyways, or is it just me who reads them. Let's see… Thanks for the review, Str1 (although the asterisk may not appear, as they didn't in the last chapter). Rancid monkey meat? I think GIR would hate me forever if I ate anything monkey. Oh, Eax M. Attalos, the members of the Dore family (that's their last name, pronounced as Door-y) cannot understand their pets. They may have a decent idea about what's being said, based on what they believe each pet's personality to be about, but they can't be sure. The dialogue for the pets, visually, also includes silent communication/body language. Amouthea, yes spiffy is an awesome word. Is this a soon enough update? Hehe, you are the ruler of timely updates, by the way.
Oh, I should kick myself for this. X.x I left out all character description. And the characters from Invader Zim aren't mine… I suppose the rest of my family can own Moga's Mom, Moga's Dad, Kiachi, and Ori respectively. They are based on my real family, at least a little, or with exaggerated characteristics. And 'King' Playful (Middle name Bagels), Bagels (middle name Playful), and Domino (not yet introduced) own themselves. Except for Bagels. O.o She will claim to belong solely to 'her' Daddy.
As a quick note, as it probably won't get mentioned, here are the very basic appearances and such of the family, imagine those without specific notes which ever way you want:
Playful: Male. Adopted from shelter, breed unknown/mixed. Black and white, around ten years old. "He looks good for ten." (So says my sister.) Claim to fame: King of all he surveys/the world. Named by: Moga; had been a birthday present (Actually, I just got a cat for my birthday, not Playfie specifically, and technically I got a cat food dish.)
Bagels: Female. Adopted from breeder, had been found somewhere. Beagle mix, very fluffy. White fur, three large black spot on her back, assorted other small black spots, liver spots. Brown ears and eyes. Don't touch her ears. Has summer allergies. Around twelve years old, vision and physical ability declining, still a puppy at heart, and acts like it, too. Devoted for eternity to 'her' Daddy. Claim to fame: Um… Being really cute? Named by: Family decision ("So, who wants bagels tomorrow?" "Hey, bagels… That's a great name!").
Domino: Male. Adopted from shelter, almost defiantly a pure breed Dalmatian, somewhere around eight years old. Brown eyes, 'paw print' spot formation on side of head (four spots near each other), 'glasses' spots around both eyes. Extremely lazy and mellow, with the exception of squirrels and mail deliverers. Claim to fame: Jumping through the front window screen once while the family, save one party, was on vacation. Named by: The shelter. Original name (he was found as a stray) unknown. Defiantly had a previous owner (as we learned that he knew a few tricks we defiantly didn't teach him).
Moga: Oldest child, doesn't act like it. Dirty blonde hair, glasses, in her last year of 'midel skool'. Claim to fame: Mass amount of original 'art' (I only seem to like things I do in whatever the current year is… 9.9)
Moga's Mom: All around 'Mom' personality, rather childish when having fun with her family, but more responsible and careful than Moga's Dad. 'Real' Name: She'll probably never say. Claim to fame: Well, her kids will nominate her for a 'Best Mom' award…
Moga's Dad: A rather odd person who doesn't usually act his age. He's rather reckless, but tends to know when stopping and thinking is a good idea. He can get carried away in the 'moment', though. 'Real' Name: Haburu. Claim to fame: ???
Kiachi: Middle child, risk taker. Sports are fine with him, the more dangerous the better. Can be very annoying to friends/family, but almost always doesn't really mean it. Claim to fame: Whenever he gets left home alone, a window always seems to break in some way. (Examples: Domino jumping through the screen window; one of the basement windows breaking when he pushed it closed.) Also 'famous' for calling on vacation "Playful went outside and I can't find him, where is he?"
Ori: Baby of the family, somewhere around the age of five. Oddly advanced for his age in thinking, talking, and motor skills.
O.o Shutting up now… Moga
Using my author powers again, I've slipped ahead three days. Basically, Moga and Dib have become friends, and have called and chatted online. They have yet to see each other in person again. Today however, they about to run into each other again.
It's a nice, skool-less day, and Moga decided to do some thing useful and has gone to the park with Kiachi, out of her Mom's way. Unbeknownst to them, as they wander the park and, in Kiachi's case, skateboard, Dib is in the same park, continuing his rivalry with a certain green person.
Zim: Is that the best you can do, big-headed Dib-stink?
Dib: You wish Zim! And my head's not big!
Zim: Oh but it is. So very, very BIG.
Dib: It is not! I just need to grow into it, something you won't be doing!
Zim: Show's how much you know, earth-monkey!
Dib: Admit it Zim, you're never going to grow! And than no one will be able to deny that you're an alien!
And so on and so forth went their verbal sparring match as they continued to chase each other through the park, not yet having become truly violent.
Bagels: [Oh… Walk walk walk walk walk!!! Look'it that! And that! This smells good! I wish Daddy had come… Hey, that looks like Daddy! Hi, person-who-looks-like-Daddy! Hi other dog! Oh… You can stand on two feet, just like Daddy! You smell like… something! Yeah, I've never smelled anything like you before!]
It seems, that while Moga and Kiachi have managed to miss seeing what Bagels has, the inevitable has happened nonetheless: They've crossed paths with GIR.
GIR: Hi puppy!
Bagels: [And you talk like a Daddy-person, too! I love my Daddy!]
GIR: Oh… Mongoose!
Attention distracted, GIR runs off after an imaginary mongoose.
Bagels: [Hey, wait! Come back, I miss you!]
With that, Bagels takes off after GIR, consequently pulling Moga with her.
Moga: Ow, my arm! Hey, Bages, wait up!
Kiachi: Yeah, making Moga complain about being tired is my job!
Moga: ¬.¬ /pokes Kiachi/
Kiachi: What? It's true…
A chase through the park and a bit of pain on Moga's part later, the trio finally gets a rest. Imaginary mongoose chase out on hiatus, GIR has stopped for what is possible the one thing he MUST have. Tacos.
Moga: Since when has there been a taco vendor in the park?
Bagels: [Since last week!]
Kiachi: Uh… Forever?
Moga: No there hasn't!
Bagels: [Yeah! I wish it had been here forever, though… Can I get a taco? They smell good! They smell all good and… taco-y!]
Kiachi: Aw… Ya caught me in a lie. Please don't send me to jail! I've been a good brother!
Moga: Well, just remember about this incident next time you want to use my computer and fill up my hard drive with downloads, oh brother of mine.
Kiachi: I think that's an acceptable arrangement. I'll be sure to forget.
Taco is plush covered hand, creating a paw, GIR pivoted around from his spot facing the taco seller to face the two mortal enemies- I mean siblings! He stares at them blankly for a moment, taco fillings dripping from over-stuffed taco.
GIR: Kitty!
Acting on a false assumption, GIR leaps forward to give Moga a suffocating hug, still with taco. Moga's organs are spared only by the fact that GIR's disguise is nice and squishy, but the little robot still has a strong grip.
Kiachi: Hey, look sis! A talking dog!
Moga /a bit strained due to a lack of oxygen/: I didn't notice.
Moga carefully pulls GIR off of herself, holding him a bit away from herself so she can examine him.
Moga: He doesn't look much like a dog…
GIR: I'm a mongoose dog!
Moga: And he talks…-
Kiachi: Way to point out the obvious.
Moga: And he doesn't have a collar or a leash.
Kiachi: Oh… Illegal.
Moga: Yup.
GIR: You'll neva take me alive! Ehehehehehe!
Kiachi: O.o So… What are we going to do with him?
Moga: Well, he must be somebody, right?
Kiachi: Yeah…
Moga: Than we'll take him home for a bit. Some one must miss him.
Kiachi: Oh not this again!
Moga: What? It worked last time.
Kiachi: Last time we found a NORMAL dog. That's not normal! /points at GIR/
GIR: I'm 'vanced!!!
Bagels: [Oh… Other doggie's going to stay with us? Yay! We can hang out together, and sniff things, and bark at stuff, and take naps, and have lots and lots of fun together! An', an', an'… Other doggie can meet Daddy! Daddy rocks! He's the best…]
Moga: So, let's get you home, um…
Kiachi: Dare I ask, what now?
Moga: I'm just wondering what his name is. I mean, what are we going to call him.
Kiachi: Leave it to me! Hey, you, green dog thing-y! /points at GIR/ What's your name?
GIR: … I'm GIR!!! I dunno what the 'G' stands for! Woohoohoohoo!
Moga: Ooo-kay than. This is getting weird. Oh well.
Kiachi: Yeah, you never were normal, after all.
Moga: Oh be quite you.
Kiachi: Nye, make me.
Moga: Well at least take Bages. I can't hold… GIR and hold onto her leash.
Kiachi: Fine, fine.
GIR: I see apricot chickens!
With that last remark, two of the Dore siblings, a hyper dog, and a disguised robot head in the direction of the majorities abode. Chaos is predictable, and insanity is imminent. Unknown to a certain alien Invader, the 'fate of the mission' rests with his dysfunctional robotic sidekick, and his ability (or lack-there-of) to not reveal any secrets. Why does it appear that Zim will soon have more humans who know his true nature?
Meanwhile, else where in the park, with the sun just beginning to noticeable set…
Zim: GIR! GIR! Where are you! You MASTER calls! GIR!!!
After over a year spent on Earth with GIR, Zim has managed to learn at least a few things about his robot minion. Pouting in anger and severe annoyance, Zim heads home. He'd been smart enough to install a track on GIR a few earth months ago. Unfortunately, GIR had taken it upon himself to remove the tracker and any other method of contact Zim had.
GIR: Ta make room for da pudding!
Oh, and if anyone wants to see anything happen to the characters at some point in a future story, or that point be the subject of the story, just say so in a review. I like knowing what readers are interested in. Moga