Ch. :8 the dolphins
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" All of you want to come with us to the crash site and the temple!" Dib asked in surprise when He and Brandy woke up to "the tribe has spoken!" . The others nodded (even Gir, who wasn't paying any attention to the conversation). "Facts is, we're tired of you two having all of the fun exploring the island, so we want to come along to." Everyone agreed to what Heather had said. Of coarse, everyone, including Heather, was lying to who they thought was the hottest couple on the island. "Well I don't blame you guys." Brandy said to the others, " So OK." there's an awkward silence, then "C'mon. Lets go to the crash sight.", it was broken by Heather.
"Crazy-lady! Will you tell me a story 'bout monkeys!" From camp to crash sight, Gir hovered around Brandy like a child around his mother. "Okay, Gir. Uh... There once was a monkey named -"
"Hey! We're here!" Dib interrupted Brandy's heart-gripping story as they found the crash sight. Instantly, Brandy rushed into the end of the plane that wasn't submerged in water. "Hey! I think I found our suitcases!" Heather, Jennifer, and Allison ran over to the plane as Brandy unloaded their precious cargo. The three were overjoyed to find that none of their belongings weren't damaged. Brandy emerged with her own suitcase, set it down onto the sand, and set about to getting the radio.
Meanwhile, in some nearby bushes, Zim was watching the castaways, his eyes on Gir. "Gir! Get over here!" At the sight of his master, Gir dashed over to Zim. "Hi!" Gir says, waving to Zim. "Gir, we need to find another shelter away from the humans!"
"Do we have to go now? Crazy-lady was going to tell me a story 'bout monkeys." the insane robot protests lightly. Zim gives a frustrated sigh. "Okay, Gir, you can stay. Just come and find me when she's done" Giving a squel of delight, much like the one that woke Zim, Gir goes to rejoin the humans. The hiding alien shudders. "That sound is now permanatly burned into my memory..."
THUMP! The radio plops onto the soft tropical sand as Brandy calls triumphantly "I have found and retrieved the radio!" Everyone stops what they are doing to gaze wondrously at the radio. "It looks old" Jennifer comments. "And broken" Adds Heather. "That's just a minor set back." Dib reassures them, " I can fix it, but I need some one to help me. Brandy?" Knowing what Dib is going to ask, she nods yes. Heather, sensing the morning agreement compromising before her eyes, says "I'd like to help to" Dib looks up to her from where he knelled to take a closer look at the radio. "Thanks for the offer, Heather, but I only need one person to help me" Seeing argument would arouse suspicion, Heather sighs "okay then." Suddenly, Jennifer shouts and points to the water. "Dolphins!" she exclaims. Brandy, needing no further motivation, speeds to the water to join the inviting sea mammals in their water games. She turns to the others "C'mon guys! How often does anyone get to swim with Dolphins?" No one budged. The insane brunette turns to the paranormal investigator. "Dib?"Without hesitation to Brandy's beckoning, Dib throws off his boots and trench coat and joins her in the water. Heather looked around at the others. "Isn't anyone going with them?" she whispered desperately to her fellow castaways. They all shook their heads, for they were all afraid of the water. Giving up for the time being, she plops down onto the sand to watch who she mistaken for lovers swim with the dolphins without fear.
(A/N: what'd I tell ya? Is Heather overprotective or what!)