Ch. 6: mmm... It does taste like chicken!

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, Survivor, or home made cheese balls.

"RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZIM!" Zim was tied to a bamboo stake, as was Allison, Heather, and Jennifer. "Gaz! Don't do this!" Jennifer pleaded for mercy as Gaz held a lighter in her violently shaking hands. Where she got the lighter, no one knew, but what they did know was that they were doomed if Brandy and Dib didn't show up in time. "It's not worth it! It was only a game slave!"Gaz glared at Heather. "Only... a game slave? ONLY A GAME SLAVE!" As she approached the ready-made bonfire tender, Allison could be heard hyperventilating "Idon'tlikefireIdon'tlikefireIdon'tlikefire..." but before Gaz could go pyro on them, a voice familiar to her yelled "GAZ! STOP!" The four captives all gave a sigh of relief as Dib and Brandy made their way across the beach. Gir was accompanying them. "Gir! Quick! Untie me!" Zim commanded his robot slave. Gir just stood there, staring at him "Scary girl play burn the witch with you!" he shouted out of nowhere. "GIR!"

"Okay okay, sheesh" As Gir untied Zim and the others, Gaz calmly put down the lighter. "What took you two so long? I was getting bored..."

"YOU WERE BORED!" Heather yells at Gaz, "YOU HAD US TIED TO STAKES READY TO BARBECUE US JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BORED!"

"...yeah."

"It's a long story..."

4 hours earlier...

" See? Didn't I tell you there were no booby traps? Stuff like that you only see in the movies-"

twang! A poison dart tip whizzes past Brandy's ear and penetrate the trunk of a nearby tree. Dib retrieves the dart. "'they're only in the movies', huh?"

"Okay, so there are booby traps. We just need to be more carefu-" Brandy's words were cut short when a trap door gave way under their feet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the duo shouted as they fell into the darkness below. Gir was shouting "Yay! We're doomed!".

When Dib came to, Brandy was sitting up next to him. "You okay?" she asked him. "Yeah, I'm fine." He sat up, realizing he bumped his head during the fall. "Then again.."Dib rubbed his head, hoping the bump wasn't severe, while looking around. Then he was sure he had bumped his head. The room they had landed in was lit a shade of an eerie blue by some unknown source. Markings in a language lost to Dib covered the entire room, which had a dome-like structure to it. "What is this?" Dib asked Brandy. "I don't know..." she responded. Brandy got up and walked to the middle of the room. She looked up. " ...but whatever it is, I think we stumbled on to something big."

"THAT'S what happened! You guys got lost in the basement of some old temple!" Gaz was definitely not amused by their little venture. "It's not just any old temple- it's a mysterious temple, newly discovered by- "

"TAQUITOS!"

"-Gir." Dib finished. "Anyway,"added Brandy, "This discovery requires further investigation if we are to understand more about our temporary home. And I say temporary because while salvaging the plane I spotted a radio-"

"Under the water!"

"No, Dib, It was on the half of the plane that was wasn't submerged. We're going back there to retrieve it. We just came back to give Gaz her batteries. I'm glad we did." Gaz rushed up to her. "You've got batteries! Give them to me now!"

"Okay okay!" Brandy tosses her the plastic baggie full of batteries(you'd be surprised at what you can find in a survival kit) into Gaz's hands. "The rightful order has been restored." she muttered while resuming play on her Game Slave. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "So...what are we having for dinner?" Jennifer asks to break the silence. Out of nowhere, Brandy produces a dead snake. "EWWWWWWWW!" The other castaways groan. "Hey! Hey! Snakes are very high in protein- and I heard they taste like chicken." So that's what they had for dinner. And, as Allison took the first bite, she says "mmm...it does taste like chicken!"