The next morning when I went early to Zim's I was really jumpy. I kept having to look over my body to make sure I wasn't cracking in half. I'd never been so freaked by a dream in my life.
The jumpiness went a way a bit when I stepped through the front door. This was because a half-assembled frame was sitting straight smack-dab in the middle of it. Zim was on the ceiling, hanging by his spider laegs, welding something together. He didn't even notice me ocme in.
"Hey! Zim, it's morning. What can I help with?"
"Uhh… get up here and hold this."
I climbed up into the lattice of wires and tubes that made up a ceiling. Holding the piece Zim said to, he welded it to another with a fancy little super-hot gun-thing. It was neat.
"Can I do that?"
"I guess so. If you make sure the right pieces are connecting. We don't have time to mess up, here. I'm doing the top first so Dib and Gaz can do the bottom when they show up."
"Okay."
I went around connectiong things like he said to. It was really cool to watch the metal melt and reform. I was focusing on not accidentally welding my hand off, or other such accidental disfigurement.
When Mom and Dib showed up, we were almost done doing the top. Me and Dib kept putting pieces on, Mom and Zim went to put the engine together. It was the most…interesting experience I'd ever had, and I had a lot of time to think. During this time, I wondered about the spaceship in a living room. Which made me think, for some reason, of yelling at someone to move the giant ship so I could watch TV. And then I thought about that little robot that attacked my leg two nights ago. Which made me think of the last time I had seen it. Which made me think that I hadn't seen it since I left Dib's house.
"Hey, Dib! Is that little robot still at your house?" "No, Zim took him."
Zim looked confused.
"No, I didn't."
"I'm positive that you did," Dib said a bit worridly.
"He's not here now."
"Are you sure?" Mom asked.
"Uh…no. COMPUTER! Locate GIR, and please tell me he's in the house…"
"Proccessing…PROCCESSING! GIR located. He's, um…" "Where, computer?"
"I'll tell you, but you're not going to like it."
"I don't care. Where is he?"
"He's, um, in Germany."
"HOW DID HE GET TO GERMANY?"
(Cut to a horrified airline desk attendant hiding behind a desk. GIR is chewing on those stupid airline pens that don't work, ink is going everywhere.
Clerk: If I give you tickets will you go away and never return?
GIR: OKYDOKIE!
Back to our heroes)
"You know what? I don't even want to know," Zim said. "I'll take the reserve out to find him. Gaz, can you finish with these guys here?"
"I think so. The animatronic gastrointela attaches to the E portal, right?"
"Yeah, it's the blue one on the rear."
"Can I come?" I asked. "He likes me."
"He likes everyone with a pulse, but okay."
I followed Zim into the attic of the house. There was a landing pad there, built for the Voot cruiser that was crashed in my backyard. There was also a smaller pad, with a strange looking ship on it.
"It was built for carrying things, but it'll fly. Come on." I climbed inside the tiny ship, sitting in a seat behind the pilot's. I watched Zim working these controls which would take me years to figure out. I resolved then and there that I would learn how to fly these things. I had the feeling it would be a useful talent.
With no warning at all, the ship shot into the air and set off to the east, flying right into the morning sun.
It took us fifteen minutes to get to Germany, which is again the coolest thing ever. I worked out that we had to be going about a thousand miles every three minutes. I wondered if I could persuade him to do some loops on the way back.
We parked outside there Grand Palace of Germany, where the Grand Supreme Dictator lived. There were tons of guards all over.
"Why would GIR be here?" I asked.
"I dunno, but he is." The gaurds looked jumpy, and hardly noticed when we walked right past them into the Royal Room of Decision Making. The Grand Supreme Dictator, The FIc Lord, was in there… reading stories. GIR was sitting on the ground, listening intently.
TFL: Once upon a time
GIR: READ TO ME!
TFL: there was a handsome prince
GIR: READ TO MEEEEE!
TFL: I AM TRYING DANGIT!
"GIR! Stop bothering the nice dictator! We have to go home."
"Oh thank GOD!" Fic lord exclaimed. "GOT THIS PSYCHO THING OUT OF HERE PLEASE!"
"I will do that, but not because you told me to," Zim said loudly. "GIR, MOVE! We have to go home and get off Earth because the bad tall guys are coming to destroy this FILTHY FILTH RIDDEN PLACE!"
GIR stared uncomprehendingly. Zim sighed.
"Let's go get tacos," He said sulkily.
"YAY! TACOOOOOS!"
And so we headed back home by way of Crazy Taco, where we drove the ship through the drive-through and no one noticed.
The jumpiness went a way a bit when I stepped through the front door. This was because a half-assembled frame was sitting straight smack-dab in the middle of it. Zim was on the ceiling, hanging by his spider laegs, welding something together. He didn't even notice me ocme in.
"Hey! Zim, it's morning. What can I help with?"
"Uhh… get up here and hold this."
I climbed up into the lattice of wires and tubes that made up a ceiling. Holding the piece Zim said to, he welded it to another with a fancy little super-hot gun-thing. It was neat.
"Can I do that?"
"I guess so. If you make sure the right pieces are connecting. We don't have time to mess up, here. I'm doing the top first so Dib and Gaz can do the bottom when they show up."
"Okay."
I went around connectiong things like he said to. It was really cool to watch the metal melt and reform. I was focusing on not accidentally welding my hand off, or other such accidental disfigurement.
When Mom and Dib showed up, we were almost done doing the top. Me and Dib kept putting pieces on, Mom and Zim went to put the engine together. It was the most…interesting experience I'd ever had, and I had a lot of time to think. During this time, I wondered about the spaceship in a living room. Which made me think, for some reason, of yelling at someone to move the giant ship so I could watch TV. And then I thought about that little robot that attacked my leg two nights ago. Which made me think of the last time I had seen it. Which made me think that I hadn't seen it since I left Dib's house.
"Hey, Dib! Is that little robot still at your house?" "No, Zim took him."
Zim looked confused.
"No, I didn't."
"I'm positive that you did," Dib said a bit worridly.
"He's not here now."
"Are you sure?" Mom asked.
"Uh…no. COMPUTER! Locate GIR, and please tell me he's in the house…"
"Proccessing…PROCCESSING! GIR located. He's, um…" "Where, computer?"
"I'll tell you, but you're not going to like it."
"I don't care. Where is he?"
"He's, um, in Germany."
"HOW DID HE GET TO GERMANY?"
(Cut to a horrified airline desk attendant hiding behind a desk. GIR is chewing on those stupid airline pens that don't work, ink is going everywhere.
Clerk: If I give you tickets will you go away and never return?
GIR: OKYDOKIE!
Back to our heroes)
"You know what? I don't even want to know," Zim said. "I'll take the reserve out to find him. Gaz, can you finish with these guys here?"
"I think so. The animatronic gastrointela attaches to the E portal, right?"
"Yeah, it's the blue one on the rear."
"Can I come?" I asked. "He likes me."
"He likes everyone with a pulse, but okay."
I followed Zim into the attic of the house. There was a landing pad there, built for the Voot cruiser that was crashed in my backyard. There was also a smaller pad, with a strange looking ship on it.
"It was built for carrying things, but it'll fly. Come on." I climbed inside the tiny ship, sitting in a seat behind the pilot's. I watched Zim working these controls which would take me years to figure out. I resolved then and there that I would learn how to fly these things. I had the feeling it would be a useful talent.
With no warning at all, the ship shot into the air and set off to the east, flying right into the morning sun.
It took us fifteen minutes to get to Germany, which is again the coolest thing ever. I worked out that we had to be going about a thousand miles every three minutes. I wondered if I could persuade him to do some loops on the way back.
We parked outside there Grand Palace of Germany, where the Grand Supreme Dictator lived. There were tons of guards all over.
"Why would GIR be here?" I asked.
"I dunno, but he is." The gaurds looked jumpy, and hardly noticed when we walked right past them into the Royal Room of Decision Making. The Grand Supreme Dictator, The FIc Lord, was in there… reading stories. GIR was sitting on the ground, listening intently.
TFL: Once upon a time
GIR: READ TO ME!
TFL: there was a handsome prince
GIR: READ TO MEEEEE!
TFL: I AM TRYING DANGIT!
"GIR! Stop bothering the nice dictator! We have to go home."
"Oh thank GOD!" Fic lord exclaimed. "GOT THIS PSYCHO THING OUT OF HERE PLEASE!"
"I will do that, but not because you told me to," Zim said loudly. "GIR, MOVE! We have to go home and get off Earth because the bad tall guys are coming to destroy this FILTHY FILTH RIDDEN PLACE!"
GIR stared uncomprehendingly. Zim sighed.
"Let's go get tacos," He said sulkily.
"YAY! TACOOOOOS!"
And so we headed back home by way of Crazy Taco, where we drove the ship through the drive-through and no one noticed.
Well, guys, out of time 4 today, but I'll have more up tomarrow!
This chapter is dedicated to Seldomsorrow for realizing my BRILLIANCE! Also to the Fic lord, who reads and reviews with almost frightening regularity. (To get a chapter dedicated to you, you must REVIEW!)
