THE NEXT CHAPTER

Man I had wanted to make this the last chapter but I had to cut it into 2. Oh well sorry for the wait. Please review,

Dib paced back and forth through the living room. He had one his hands gripping his wrist. He rhythmically taped his index finger on the back of his hand every half beat. He was tweaking and twitching like he had been electrocuted. One of his eyes blinked a half beat before the other, he was a mess. Gaz sat on the couch glaring at him with her deep purple eyes as he freaked out. He was seriously getting on her nerves!

"What your problem?" she growled.

"It's Zim! He's been gone three hours! THREE HOURS GAZ! The library is five blocks from here! You take three steps forward and your there! What could have happened? Argh!" he practically shoved the Irken fists into his eyes, "and these contacts are a major pain! Ah! When I get my body back I swear I will never take off my glasses!" he shouted in his tangent.

"You never did before, and anyway why don't you just take them out?" she asked and turned on the TV. Dib let go dropped his hands to his sides, why had he not thought of that before? Dib walked to his room in silent reflection of his own stupidity.

He stood in front of the mirror in his room. It was a small mirror and was partially covered by pictures of big foot, nessy and the lead singer of Even Essence? (A/N: hey he's a freak but he is a Goth guy  okay maybe not but what kind of music do you think he listens to? You doubt he listens to music at all…um…HEY LOOK A MONKEY!) Dib looked at the green skinned boy staring back at him. Dib couldn't help but cringe a little. "Well here goes nothing," the boy reached up and raised his eye lid enough to extract the lenses. He blinked a few times and looked down at the colored contacts sitting on his dresser. There was a tingling on his scalp. Dib glanced upward and saw the wig resting on his head. Dib reached under the wig to scratch the top of his head. The black "hair" slid to the side and fell off his head completely. Instinctively he retrieved the hairpiece and reached to place it on his head then stopped. Dib had caught sight of his reflection. He saw a green skinned boy with pinkish red eyes and antennas growing out of his scalp. Dib's eyes widened and a gleeful smile spread across his whole face. There was not a word to describe how happy had become in that instant, only a sound, "Squeeee!" he squeaked joyously. In an instant Dib had his newest camera. He snapped two or…seven pictures of his reflection. then started holding the camera at arm's length and taking more photos. He took one with the disguise then one with the wig and no contacts and one with a single contact. The pain they had caused was a nonexistent memory. He cackled like a villain and became hysterical with it. Dib suddenly stopped. That wasn't like him. What was happening! He never cackled before not once in his life, "Am I becoming Zim?" he asked himself in horror. No Zim wouldn't have compromised his mission. Then what was going on? Suddenly Dib heard a loud noise. It was a smashing sound. CRACK! There it was again. He ran to investigate.

Downstairs Gaz sat on the couch watching TV. Her tiny silver hand clicked on the end table over and over again. She was suddenly feeling fidgety. Gaz crossed her arms to stop the tapping. She had to relax. The girl focused her attention on the television. Mysterious Mysteries was on. It was a repeat of the episode where she and Dib had made an appearance. Gaz began crossing and uncrossing her sliver colored metal legs. She was working so hard to focus on the television that her eyes had come out of her head and looked a little like binoculars. On the screen Dib was shouting at Zim their faces only inches apart. Gaz screamed, and jumped up. She couldn't handle this much energy coursing through her body. It was enough to drive anyone to insanity. That could be what happened to the robot freak, Gaz thought having a moment of clarity during the chaos in her mind. Gaz began running around. She didn't like it but she had to get rid of this energy. Then she got an idea. She going full speed she ran up to the bathroom. She hopped onto the sink and pulled the mirror off its hinges. She tossed it to the side like paper. Gaz threw bottle after bottle over her shoulder. She was heaving them with such force that they were shattering on contact with the wall with a loud CRACK noise. She didn't care. Then she found what she was looking for. A big purple bottle with a picture of a guy passed out on tile floor, probably a bathroom. In big black print it read, SLEEP AIDS HA HA YOU GOT SLEEP PROBLEMS YOUR SCREWED UNLESS YOU TAKE THIS STUFF it was Membrane's favorite brand of sleeping pills. S.A.H.H.Y.G.S.P.Y.S.U.Y.T.T.S were the best sleep pills on the market. Membrane (much like JV) was not a fan of sleep. But as a scientist he knew that his body needed sleep lest he should loose his mind would sleep. Gaz snapped the lid open. One sentence kept playing through her mind, stop the energy! That what played through her mind as she raised the bottle high over her head and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue, stop the energy! As Gaz tilted the bottle Dib peaked his head in the doorway. His red eyes widened, he immediately recognized the bottle. Before the first pink pill hit her tongue Dib was in the air. He tackled her and the pills sprayed across the floor.

"ARE YOU INSANE? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THOSE WOULD DO TO A ROBOT!" he screamed not fearing the consequences. She glared at the floor then muttered, "I just wanted to rest. I've got a lot of energy and it's messing with my head." She got up and said, "I think I'll go play my new GS3" she left the bathroom with out another word. Dib shook his head, this whole spell was a complete mess. Gaz could have hurt herself (is that what he would think about? Am I getting out of character? Oh well) and it was because she had the energy of that little robot thing. He had laughed like Zim. What part of the spell was that? Was Zim affected the same way?

"DIB PIG! YOUR HORRIBLE BODY IS ACTING ON IT'S OWN AND NOT LISTENING TO ZIM!" Zim screamed as he ran in through the front door. Dib raced down the hall he slid down the banister and for once landed on his feet. Dib glanced back thinking that was cool. But he didn't have time for that.

"You get the book?" were the first words the first words out of his mouth, because it was first priority. He really didn't care much about how his body had defied Zim cause Zim's had defied him. Zim held the bag out in front of him. Dib snatched it and ripped the bag open. he ran his gloved fingers over the cover. A relieved smile spread across his face. It was over. Dib flipped through it looking at the pages shape, surprisingly good considering that they had gotten it from that horrible library. Zim was ranting about something or another but Dib wasn't listening. He finished flipping through the book and reached the last page. Some one had stamped the back with a ownership label. There was a strange looking picture of an eye that Dib recognized instantly as the swollen eyeball insignia.

"Where did you get this?" Dib demanded interrupted what ever it was Zim was talking about. Zim adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes, "I just told you pig smelly! I tricked a swollen eyed man. He was easy to manipulate, he practically gave Zim the book!"

"Did he give it to you?" Dib asked.

"Yes."

"Then how is it that he practically gave it to you?"

"Eh?" Dib shook his head, "We don't have time for this." Dib dropped on to the near by couch and began to flip through the table of contents. He narrowed his eyes and ran his finger down the page, "Ah! Here it is!" he moved his finger to the right, and mumbled, "Page six forty nine," he quickly turned to the page. Dib raised his eyes and looked around, "Zim where's Gaz's body?" Zim looked around as if realizing for the first time that they were the only two in the room.

"Eh…where's my robot? You destroyed him didn't you! Curse you! As soon as I get out of your stupid body I'll destroy it!" Dib glared at the alien.

"Hey! I didn't even touch your robot! Though if we don't act quickly Gaz will! She's practically willing to break the body while she's still inside!"

"Would she do that?" Zim asked. A GS2 came whizzing by his ear and smashed into the wall.

"What do you think? Now tell me where it is!"

"Do not question Zim! But I will tell you. Gir is outside playing in the earth mud."

"he's getting mud on Gaz's body?" Dib asked in horror. The robot was as good as dead now. Gaz as it turned out had been standing off to the side for a while now. She grabbed Dib's pink shirt and said, "Fix it, NOW!" Dib nodded and began to read. He made a little noise and said more to himself then any one else, "Oh! I needed a jar! A jar would have held the soul and it wouldn't have needed a body to inhabit. Oh seems you need the jar of a thousand warriors' blood. Bet I could get that off e-bay." He looked up and saw the glares.

"You're going to try that again? That's just stupid." Zim asked staring at him, Dib knew that tone. It was the one he used when something was blatantly stupid and obvious. He had often used it on Zim.

"I wasn't going to do it again!" he snapped, "But I was just saying it would be easy." He lifted the book to cover his face. Dib groaned unhappily.

"What's wrong Dib? What did you do?" Gaz growled,

"Nothing! But it's just that…you cant do then spell when it's wet out!"

"What (Dib PIG)!" Gaz and Zim screamed at the same time. Only Zim added the Dib pig part.

"Uh..." thinking quickly Dib said, "All we have to do is wait for the rain to stop and then we can drive a part of the side walk with a hair dryer or something to write the spell symbols!"

"But you have a counter spell?" Gaz asked fist raised,

"Yes! Right here! Anyway see this symbol thingy, we have to draw it on the pavement. I guess we're not the only ones who have messed this spell up." He smiled nervously once again at the two people who were ready to beat him within an inch of his life.

"We?" Gaz growled.

"Okay. I," he corrected.

Dib moved over to the window. The rain was dying out slowly. It would soon be dry and they would return to normal, or so Dib hoped. What if the spell didn't work? What would he do then live out the rest of his life as a green skinned alien?

Fantasy

Gaz walking through the house looking like she normally did. She had her game slave in her grasp. She glanced over to the digital clock on the wall and shouted, "DIB! GET DOWN HERE!"

"I'm coming!" he called down. Dib's black boots came pounding down the stairs as he stumbled down. His black trench coat flowed behind him as rushed. His blue shirt stared forward with its indifferent expression. Dib ran into the kitchen grabbing an apple with his ungloved green hand, "I'm ready, let's go Gaz." He adjusted his glasses over his big blue contact lenses.

"I'm going to get Zim today and stop his evil!" Dib went into one of his exaggerated super hero stances and began to laugh hysterically. Gaz rolled her eye and walked out of the house.

Fantasy over

Dib shook his head violently trying to get rid of the image and what about that laughing thing he still had no idea what was happening with him and Gaz and as it turns out Zim.

On the other side of the room Zim sat glaring at Dib. He had his head resting on his hands. He needed them to support it. The giant skull was sooo heavy Zim couldn't stand up straight any more. He was afraid he would tip over if he stood up. (I love making fun of Dib's head! But it's okay for me to becuz he's my fav! Dib's head rox!) 'Miserable human! If not for him Zim would be at the base working on my mission! What if Zim is stuck like this forever!

Fantasy

Gir sat on the couch in the home base living room. Suddenly a screen appeared in front of Gir's face. "Gir! Get down here!" the tiny robot rushes over to trashcan. He pounded his foot down on the step and dove inside. The elevator descended into the bowls of the alien base. The doors opened and Gir ran out. Black gloved hands glided over the keyboard. The robot saluted the air then stopped. His eyes narrowed and he shouted, "You are not my master! You are not Zim." The gloved hands stopped typing. He turned around. Zim stood there with peach skin and glasses. He wore his pink striped shirt and the rest of the Irken attire even the pack.

"No Gir, it's me!" lasers shot out of the robot's head and obliterated Zim. (hey, Gir can be evil and help the Irken mission in a fantasy sequence. SO LEAVE ME ALONE!)

Fantasy over

Zim's eyes widened. He could not let that come to pass. To be destroyed by your own henchman is bad enough but to parish in a human form was unacceptable!

"Dib Thing! We do this now or you will suffer!" Dib looked out the window the rain had stopped, "Yeah, okay. Just a second." Dib ran to Gaz's room and brought down a hair dryer. It was purple and silver and had no cord. Gaz who had long since zoned out became enraged.

"You went in to my room?" she hissed. Zim raised an eyebrow, "Hair dryer? You mean the air-blowing device that assists human females in increasing their likeability to opposite sex?"

"Yeah, she spends an hour in front of the mirror every day. How else would she get her hair to flip up like that?" Dib said gesturing toward Gir who was sitting on the couch gnawing on a giant lollypop Most of the hair was down around Gaz's face. Gaz's eye twitched, "You think one hour is bad? He goes to a SALON every Sunday!"

"HEY! YOU PROMISED YOU'D NEVER TELL ANYONE! HOW COULD YOU TELL MY MORAL ENEMY?" he screamed insanely. He reached out and grabbed Gaz's shoulders. "Like your so superior! YOU SLEEP IN HAIR CURLERS!" Dib's contact pupils shrunk into tiny dots, "Oh…sorry," Gaz placed her robotic hand gently on Dib's gloved one. She looked up into his eyes and clamped down on his fingers. Dib's teeth clenched together, he could hear the bones crunching.

"OW! AAEEIII!" Zim sat back and watched as Dib struggled to survive his sister's vengeance. Zim inexplicably acquired a soda and was lazily slurping on it watching Dib being abused (despite the fact the it was his body!) After about seven minutes of Gaz's wrath Dib crawled to safety.

"Bow-pay" he said his lips swollen creating a lisp, "Vi think be bould vart. (Translation: okay. I think we should start.) Baz boo veed boo breed da spell!" (Translation: Gaz, you need to read the spell!) She grabbed the book, "Yeah. Not because you told but because I want that idiot out of my skin!" they glanced at gir who was sitting with a giant tub of chocolate frosting smearing it around on his face.

"FACE PAINT!" he screamed as way of answering. They lost interest and headed out side.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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