Chapter four is here! Currently, it's past one thirty in the morning. Anything for literature, eh? I'll probably go over this again before I post it, though. My writing probably isn't best at this hour of the morning. No reviews? My writing drive is down... Hehe... I run on reviews, to a very small extent. Oh, and Gaz is here! See, she hasn't been forgotten. Moga

The day dawns a bit cold, with low, dark clouds. Rain is looming over head, and the day is already shaping up to be a rather unpleasant one. In the Dore residence, only the family's mother is up, busy getting the day off to a start. In their garage, GIR sleeps, dreaming of piggies. Else where in the house, the only other activity is Playful slipping in the general direction of the front door, or any door that Moga's Mom is near.

In another part of town, Dib Membrane is already awake and on his roof, searching for anything paranormal, and keeping watch over his rival. In his residence, Prof. Membrane never came home last night, and is thus already at his lab. Gaz is also starting the day, but usually gets up later than the rest of her family, so she can avoid them and have quiet in which to play her GameSlave.

At Zim's base, the Irken is still sleeping, having stayed up to around three in the morning before falling asleep in his lab. As it is Sunday, Zim, and everyone else mentioned, can afford to sleep in.

Gaz comes down stairs to find breakfast, commendable on the fact that it is still a 'breakfast time'. She opens the refrigerator and opens one eye to look at the contents of the 'fridge.

Gaz: Dib drank the last soda...

Plans of horrible, horrible, revenge on her brother filling her head, Gaz foregoes a drink of any kind and grabs some cereal. First, she'll make him buy more soda, and carry it home. Then, ...

Unsuspecting paranormal investigator Dib finished setting up the last of his various devices on the roof of his house. Standing back, he nods to himself, pleased with his work. He leaves the equipment, letting it run while he gets some breakfast. Walking over to the edge of the roof, he grabs hold of the drainage pip, sliding his way down and jumps in through the kitchen window.

Well, he tries, anyway. Instead, he hits the closed kitchen window, falling the rest of the way to the ground. A bit miffed, Dib stands up, adjusting his glasses and getting a few leaves and twigs out of his hair. Walking around to the front of the house, Dib discovers through trial and error that the front door his locked.

Dib: Hey, Gaz, the front doors locked! Can ya let me in? Gaz? Gaz? Aw, come on, Gaz! I know you're awake, I saw you! Gaz!!!

Gaz: /opening the front door/: You drank the last soda, Dib.

Dib: Oh, um, yeah... Ehee. Sorry about that...

Gaz: /growls/: Go get some more and maybe I'll let you in. /She throws some money at his head with the force of a brick/.

Dib: /The money hits him, knocking him over/ But I- /the door slams shut/- haven't eaten breakfast...

With a sigh, Dib pockets the money, and drags himself off his front porch and in the general direction of the store.

At the Dore residence...

Moga /awake, but still not all there/: Okay, Bages, let's go for a walk.

Bagels: [A walk? Walk walk walk! I'll get to smell stuff, and see stuff, and do things... And smell stuff!]

Moga: Hehe... Always so eager for a walk. Hold still for a moment, I can't get the leash on with you jumping up and down like that...

As you probably are not overly interested in walking a dog (really, Bagels has to sniff everything, but it's cute), we're going to go bother some one else. Let's see... How about seeing how Zim's doing? Yeah, he's an important character an' all.

Well, look at that, something's happening at Zim's! Apparently, the vertically challenge Invader is awake, and is finishing up complaining about the various pains he got from sleeping in a computer chair all night. Don't ask me who he's complaining to, the computer doesn't care...

And now, I'm keeping you in evil suspense. Yes, I'm cutting it off right there. For the record, I'm hoping to turn this into a series. Hoping, because if no body likes this kind of story, there's no reason to write a whole series. For those interested in seeing more stories like this one, however, I have thirty-three more ideas, including one or two short stories that are only written for the sake of other, longer stories. Otherwise some of the long ones wouldn't work out well. Twenty-one of them have been put into an order already. Of the other thirteen, six of them could happen any time in the planned series, I just haven't decided yet. The other seven are based on a calendar year, and are effected by when I get to that part of the year, based on when the other stories happen. Currently, I'm gathering information for some of my stories. Most of it isn't so hard, but some things I do need a certain amount of time to research, as the stories in question will be based off of real events. I regret to say this MAY not be finished before I leave for vacation. With only about a week left, there's only time for about three more chapter, possibly only two due to last minute shopping and packing. If I do not finish, however, I will continue after vacation. I figure it's better to hold off finishing than to rush the ending. This story is the corner stone for the rest of the series, so it's a very important one. Moga