.: Chapter 2 :.
Gaz zipped up her black jacket as she made her way down the hall. She paused in front of her brother's door, seething inside as she reluctantly turned the doorknob. Why didn't Dad just let her take the bat? Why? She stepped into Dib's room and was greeted by an unearthly barrage of loud snoring. Rage unlike any other welled up from deep inside her, rage that she promptly let out with a swift punch to Dib's head.
"Ow! What the-- Gaz! What was that for?" Dib sat up in his bed, rubbing where his little sister had hit him,
"I think a better question would be why are you still sleeping? It's after twelve!"
"I'm just really tired I guess," Dib yawned, "This has been a hectic week! It all started on Monday when Zim..."
"Yeah, your life is pathetic, whatever. Just get up," Gaz interrupted, "We need to go to the store. They're giving out free Vampire Hunter Piggy trading cards. Each of these cards is supposed to have codes for secret levels. Well, that and we're kind of running out of cereal and beans."
"What? I can't go shopping! I'm usually in the middle of some serious Zim surveillance by now! Who knows what sort of horrible plot of destruction he has been devising while I, mankind's only hope, have been sleeping in! I-- OW!! GAZ! Cut that out!!" Again, Dib rubbed his already sore head.
"You could stay here and spontaneously combust for all I care, but Dad is making me take you. Do you want to eat or not?"
"I can worry about food later, Gaz!" Dib exclaimed as he bounded over to his closet, "Right now I have a world to save!"
Gaz hissed and clenched her fist. "Let me re-phrase that..."
Since Dib did, in fact, want his limbs to continue functioning normally, he was soon seated next to his demonic sister in the back of the city bus. He stared out the window, not really looking at anything in particular while Gaz tapped away at the buttons of her GS2. Dib was so "enthralled" by what was going on outside that he didn't even notice when the bus stopped and picked up a rather strange looking boy and his even stranger looking dog.
Zim quickly paid the bus fare and took a seat as close to the front as possible. He then got as close to the window as he could and curled up into a tiny, pitiful shivery ball. He had not forgotten his frist experience with the accursed bus and it's disgusting occupants. He glanced around nervously as the bus moved on, occasionally shutting his eyes tight to block out the horrid humany visual-stink that was the other passengers. GIR on the other hand, was as happy as a little metal clam in a green doggy suit. He busied himself with what he had recently come to consider the Greatest Invention Since the Suck Monkey: a yo-yo.
"Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down. Yo go up, yo go down..."
It didn't take long for Zim to grow agitated with GIR's latest amusement. He snatched the toy out of GIR's hand. "YO GO AWAY!" he hissed as he tossed the yo-yo towards the back of the bus.
"Ow!! Gaz, what did I do NOW?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't even touch you..."
Zim's eyes went wide. He turned around in his seat to face the back. There was Dib, holding his battered head while staring accusingly at Gaz. "Dib..." Zim growled.
"REALLY? Where?!" GIR hopped up and looked around. Zim grabbed the robot and pulled him down out of sight.
"Quiet, GIR! As soon as this bus stops, we are getting OFF this stink-machine and heading to the store as quickly as possible! I don't feel like dealing with that irritating human's horrindously huge head today!"
"Okay, if it wasn't you, then how exactly did I get punched in the head for the third time today?"
"I don't know," Gaz shrugged as she continued her game, "Maybe the ghosts are sick of you too."
"Hey, don't mock ghosts! They are real and they could hate me just as much as..." Dib trailed off. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed somthing move. Something green. "Whoah! I think I just saw Z--" Gaz grabbed Dib by his hair and pulled him down to her face.
"Go to the store. Get Piggy Hunter cards, cereal, and milk. Go home. It's that simple, Dib. But if you and your loser insanity make it any more complicated than that at all, I swear I will gut you like a fish and hang your bloody corpse on a telephone wire by your tounge."
The bus came to a stop. As the passangers began to file off, Gaz kept her grip on Dib's hair, staring at him a with a terrifying gaze to emphasize her point. Finally, she let go and turned off her GS2. "Let's go." Dib took a moment to let his heartrate get back to normal, and followed.