Ch 12: squelchy messages

disclaimer: I don't like nachos. Wait, this is a disclaimer- I'm supposed to be disclaiming, aren't I? Here goes: IZ isn't mine, Survivor isn't mine, and everything right and holy isn't mine- but I do own a pair of wholly shoes! That counts, right? No? Oh well...

Blissfully unaware of Brandy's realizations, Dib and the others set out with the behemoth radio to execute their plan of rescue. Some are troubled with Zim's sudden leaving the other night. "I wonder if Zim will come back" Jennifer pondered over a mango. "I don't think he will. Zim can be such a spazz sometimes." Gaz answers.

Many question the plan of rescue or have their own problems. "Brandy, are you okay? You've been quiet all morning"

"No, I'm all right. I was just thinking to myself..." What's going on in her mind... "oh crap! Now I don't know what to say to him. If only I didn't know that I loved him..." Heather interrupted her friend's thoughts to ask "What do we do if this plan doesn't work?"

"It will work. Trust me."

"But what if it doesn't work!" Brandy cut into the conversation. "Then I guess we're stuck here until we cook up another scheme to get off the island" This conversation reminded Allison of Gilligan's Island (which you know I don't own), so she started humming the opening theme to it.

Gir had followed the castaways because he liked being around them (especially Big-head and Crazy-lady). Soon Allison's humming grew to song:

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip

That started on this tropic port

aboard this tiny ship

Getting into the music, Heather, Brandy, and Jennifer soon join in:

The mate was a mighty sailor man

The skipper brave and sure

Five passengers set sail that day on a three hour tour

A tree hour tour

Dib couldn't resist. He joined in to:

The weather started getting rough,

The tiny ship was tossed,

If not for the courage of the fearless crew,

The Minnow would be lost, The Minnow would be lost

Unexpectedly, Gir leaps out of the bushes and joins in. No one minds because they expected him to show up sooner or later:

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle,

With Gilligan, the Skipper to,

The Millionaire and his wife,

The movie star, the professor and Mary Anne

They all finished with a shout:

HERE ON GILLIGAN'S ISLE!

"QUIET!" Gaz ruined the fun. But they dismissed it, seeing that they were already there at the entrance from where they left the templeyesterday.

45 minutes later(boy, I love that time, don't I? You can do a lot of damage in 45 minutes...anyway, getting back to the story) Dib and Brandy were in the room and got the radio in working condition. "Mayday, mayday, this is the Flying Ace (that was the name of their plane) over" there was a squelch-filled reply "We copy you Flying Ace, what is your dilemma? over"

"Our plane has crashed, and we are stranded on a desert island. Send help please. Over" there was a pause from their would-be rescuers, then more squelchy replies "We have tracked the co-ordinates of your frequency, Flying Ace, help will come in three days, are any of the survivors injured? Over"

"No, everyone's fine. Over"

"Haw many of you are there? Over."

"Just eight. No one died, but one of them ran away. over"

"Well you've got three days to find him. Over and out"

"over and out" when Dib got off the radio, everyone cheered with joy. "We're gonna be rescued!" Heather cried, overwhelmed with happiness. " This is the best day of my life!" Jennifer howled. "TACOS!" screeched Gir.

Everyone was celebrating that night. In the plane they found a guitar which, by coincidence, Allison knew haw to play. As she played exotic Spanish songs and timeless Irish ballads, everyone else danced around the fire, bellowing with overwhelming relief that they were going home. And when Allison ran out of songs to play, the soon-to-be-rescued castaways settled with singing pirate songs:

Fifty men lost at sea,

All had been drunk except for me,

'Twas I who had to face the storm,

With nothing inside to keep me warm

Yo ho ho ho,

Over the raging sea we'll go

Yo ho ho ho,

wherever the wind may blow

HEY!

With everyone full of laughter and hope, the gang all fell into their usual sleeping spots and instantly fell into deep sleep.

(A/N: damn is this chapter long or what!I can't help but put the songs in there, it's my nature. The pirate song I got from "Garfield's Halloween Special" . No, I don't own Garfield, so call off your lawyers cuz they're scary! You know what else is scary? Old men. I can't go anywhere out of town without being followed by one- I NEED PEPPER SPRAY! hope you liked the chapter, dear reader.)