Author's note- Thanks for the review! As for being in story format rather than script format, this is in script format only because I want to try something new. You see, I write stories about my own series (which I hope to get published this year!) and I put it in story format. I just want a change for now. Also, you'll see why this is rated PG later on. Anyway, here is chapter two! (It's another short chapter! Yay, short chapters!)
Purple- Who are you?
Zim- I don't know.
Red- Well, how long have you been alive?
Zim- Since I was borned.
Red- Awww! Can we keep him? Can we, Purple? Can we? Please?
Purple- I suppose. But we really should-
Red- Should what?
Purple sighs.
Purple- We should get him registered to live with us. And, we have to pick out a name for him, we have to buy him the stuff he needs, we have to…
Red, of course, wasn't listening. He was playing peek-a-boo with Zim. Zim wasn't interested in the game at all.
Purple- Come on, Red. We better take him back up to hatchery to show and explain to them that we have him.
So, Red and Purple go up to the hatchery, taking Zim along.
Marl, the main worker on the hatchery floor, saw the Almighty Tallest come in with Zim. Zim looked very happy to be back.
Marl- I was wondering where that one got to. Was he with you the whole time?
Red- I found him in our laundry basket!
Purple- Well, duh, Red!
Marl- Well, we'll have to take him back until Saturday. That's adoption day.
Red- You can't do that to us! We're the Almighty Tallest!
Marl- I'm sorry, sir, but these rules apply to everyone. You should know; you wrote them.
Purple- Here. Take him. We'll come back on Saturday to adopt him.
Marl- Thank you, Sir. You know, we also have many other newborn smeets. Are you sure you want him? After all, he's so-
Purple- Of course we want him.
Marl- Okay. I'll see both of you on Saturday.
Well, what did you think? Remember, I'll always accept nice reviews!