Squee fumbled around, looking for something that he could throw at the alien; anything that would make it leave him alone. The alien continued to slowly corner Squee. It held out a potato sack. "Just jump into the sack. Don't make this more difficult. You don't want to mess with The Resisty!"
Little Squee giggled unintentionally at the name. "What's so funny?" The alien snarled, still holding the sack out to Squee.
"…Nothing…" Squee muttered nervously. He hadn't meant to insult the intruder. "S-sorry."
"Whatever," the alien snapped. "Just get in the stupid sack." Just then there was crackling sound near the window, like someone stepping on broken glass. Squee and the alien turned their glances towards the window. Squee whimpered at what he saw. The night had just gotten much more terrifying.
"The Scary Neighbor Man" had climbed through the broken window. This time the window wasn't his fault; it was the alien's. Johnny C. wore the usual black clothing, the usual boots, and carried the usually collection of knives.
"Hey Squee," he said casually, flicking a piece of glass off of his boots. He then turned to the alien (I'm just going to call him Lard Nar, since it's completely obvious by now.) holding up the knives he bore. Lard Nar didn't feel threatened by the knives, since they were never used on planet Vort. Nny's towering height made him a little nervous however.
"G-get out of the way," He spat at Nny, with as much confidence as he could muster. "You have nothing to do with this. We just need the smaller one."
Johnny ignored Lard Nar's plea and slowly walked towards him, holding the knife up high. It didn't look like Squee or Lard Nar would be leaving Earth. Just as Nny was about to strike, a booming crash was heard outside of Squee's home. All three of them turned around and listened closely.
"LAND!" Gir screamed, jumping out of the Voot Cruiser and rolling around in the grass. "We're alive!"
"Of course we're alive!" Zim snapped defensively. "My piloting is FINE! FINE YOU HEAR?!"
Lard Nar snuck over to the window and peeked out, trying to see what had happened. No more than 30 seconds later, he was greeted by a large blast of flames.
"AUUGGHHH!" He screamed. He started to "stop, drop, and roll" on Squee's bedroom floor. The flame shot was followed by a little green alien that, unsurprisingly, held a large, hazardous looking cannon.
"Oh fuck there's more of them!" Johnny screamed. He started to run at Zim, knives in hand. He stopped immediately when Zim started to aim the cannon at his head.
"Best not come any closer, you revolting pile of flesh and poop!" Zim shouted maniacally. "Or I'll "burninate" (Trogdor!) you with my shiny new Flame Thrower! It spits fire!"
Gir quickly jumped into the room through the window to join Zim. "When's it my turn to play with the fire spitter?"
"Not now Gir." Zim muttered. "So YOU (points Flame Thrower at Lard Nar) better tell me what's going on. You better not be after my mission. This planet is mine!" He snarled at Lard Nar.
Lard Nar rolled his eyes, still rolling on the floor, trying to put out the fire. Johnny and Squee just stared at the two extra terrestrials. "I'm not after your mission moron. I just need the boy! This isn't your business. LEAVE!"
"NEVER! You ARE after my mission. Well I say this planet is mine! Mine! Zim's!" Zim continued to threaten Lard Nar with the Flame Thrower. Gir suddenly jumped up and snatched the weapon out of Zim's grasp.
"MY TURN!" He squeaked, spinning around, pressing all of the buttons. The Flame Thrower began to power up.
"What's he doing?!" Johnny screamed. He felt the need to protect Squee. He wanted more than anything to just slit the idiot's throat and throw the robot out the window, but he didn't like fire. "What's the robot doing?" Squee stared at the weapon with wide eyes. The Flame-Thrower had just about finished charging up.
"Gir! No! Put it DOWN! DOWN NOW!" Zim shrieked. But it was too late. The Flame thrower shot out an enormous sphere of fiery energy. Squee's room was aflame.
Thinking quickly, Johnny grabbed Squee, who held his bear close to him, and ran for the window, managing to avoid the shards of glass as he leapt out onto the dewy grass lawn. Lard Nar took out a small device that resembled a human walkie-talkie.
"Get me out of here! There's been an interference! Shut up! Just…uh…park the ship a few blocks down, I'll meet you there," Lard Nar facial expression started to relax. "And get me a Mr. Chicky Meal." Apparently the rest of the Resisty was in the Chicky Licky drive-through. And at that, he ran screaming out of the room through the bedroom door.
Zim and Gir also managed to evacuate pretty easily. They jumped out the window. No need for a great action sequence.
Johnny and Squee stood outside on the sidewalk, watching the house burn to the ground.
"Are Mommy and Daddy okay?" Squee cried, shivering. As if answering Squee's question, part of the house, the part that contained the master bedroom, collapsed to the ground.
"They had it coming anyway," Johnny replied coldly. The maniac noticed the green alien and his robot running from the house, towards a magenta colored vehicle.
"Gir, hurry up!" Zim screamed. "We CANNOT be noticed…more. You have NO idea how much trouble you're in!"
"Awww….." Gir sighed rather insincerely. "It's okay. I know how you feels. You feels bad now, but tomorrow will be worse. Tomorrow will be worse," He consoled.
"They're getting away!" Johnny shouted, running to catch up with them, still holding onto Squee. He caught up pretty easily, since he had much longer legs to run with. He run in front of the two and stared down at them angrily. "What the hell is your problem? Because of you, Squee's got no place to live!"
"Couldn't he just live with you?" Zim hissed, with a touch of annoyance. He didn't seem to fully understand the fact that a tall, insane man holding knives was enraged at him.
"Uh…" Nny nervously glanced over at his home next door. The home filled with torture devices and corpses. The home that any smart child would avoid at all costs. "No…mu house isn't…suitable for kids," He answered lamely, pointing at the slummy building.
"Well doesn't he have any friends?" Zim asked again.
Squee thought of his friend Pepito for a moment. His friend Pepito, the son of the devil, the kid who held all of hell in his basement, the only person that scared him as much as Johnny did. "No." He lied, answering Zim's question.
"You can stay with us!" Gir shrieked, clapping his hands. "We got the TV, and the basement, and me and the pig have Poker Night on Wednesdays!"
"NO!" Zim yelled, pushing Gir away from the humans. "No he cannot! YOU CANNOT! (Polite isn't he?) NO KIDS!"
"I think you owe it to Squee," Johnny snarled. He held his knives close to Zim's face. "Or you can pay him back with your life."
Zim stared at the knives in Johnny's hands. He tried to remain, his old, cocky self, but this man looked pretty ruthless. He stared at the house that was "unsuitable" for Squee. "What exactly IS in there?" He asked.
"You don't want to know." Johnny replied menacingly.
"…Fine…" He twitched madly as he said this. "He can stay with us for a little while. A LITTLE while." Gir screamed and clapped as Zim painfully said all of this.
"Good," Johnny smirked. "I'll have to come to."
"NO!" Zim shouted. "Never! I'm not turning my secret base into a human…petting zoo!"
"I need to come," Johnny said, clutching his knives tightly. "because I need to look after Squee. I'm not leaving him alone with you morons."
ZIm glared at Johnny, and then sighed. "Oh okay. You BOTH can stay because I'm such a wonderful, caring ZIM! And because I value my life." Zim walked over to the Voot. "Get in back."
"Wow!" Squee blurted out. "I get to fly in a space ship and not have any of my organs removed!"
Johnny smiled at Squee's out burst and followed Zim and Gir into the ship, Squee entering last, hugging Shmee tightly.
Zim let out a defeated sigh and launched the Voot into the sky. "Let's just get home."
