Hello! Tis me....it has been veerrryyy long, hasn't it? But it twas not me....TWAS THE SKOOL!

Oh how I hate this skool of mine....

I can not see you 'learn germ', but I do see you crawling through my peer's brains, felling them with gooey knowledge of doom! You shall not get me! You shall not....sorry....

The Maine Coon Cat: You is ma very first reviewer, for this I thank you with....The Magic Wand Of Meaty-ness! (Tis a magic drumstick given to me by a chicken wizard, very powerful.)

Amouthea: Thank-you! You is ma second reviewer.(Milk and cookies for you my friend.)

Shiori Yoki: Ah, my third reviewer and a favorite story lister! (Milk and Cookies for you also)

Invader 101: Nothin' like sitting back and watching the Telli' (Popcorn...lots and lots of popcorn!)

Dis: Do not own characters, Do not own all of plot, but do own Cree. No OOC as promised.

Chap.2 Cowboys and missing Bot bodies

"Hmmm...Roswell...What a pretty name.",Cree said to herself.

Looking about, all she saw was sand.

Red, hot, sand. (A/N: Need some Water? -)

She also found that there was no GIR in sight either!0.0

"Noooo!" bawled Cree, "The GIR is in the missing!"

"No I'm not!"

Cree looked down to see GIR's 'head' bouncing up and down.

"GIR! Did you loose your body AGAIN!?" asked, or more demanded an angry Zim.

"Nooooooo."

"I think you did."

"Nooo-....wait....YEAH! I did!" said GIR's head.

"That's the 11th one this week! And its not even Wednesday!" yelled Zim.

While Zim ranted, Dib was busy taking pictures of him.(A/N: Zim's not wearing his disguise)

Cree and GIR on the other hand were talking to a tumblewed

"What's your name Masta tubbleweedy?" asked GIR

"Bobbyluematacombatootoe!" said the weed, "But you can just call me Bobby-lu!"

Meanwhile....

A man named Bill Brazil and his horse were having a most unusual day.

At the moment, he was poking a small metal thing with a stick. Upon further inspection,

the metal hunk seemed to be an arm..

Then kicking away the sand, he found more metal.

Another arm, what looked to be some legs, and a cute blue and gray torso.

"What cute widdle thingys!" He said in a very strong country accent . "I should show it to some more people! Hot Dog!!"

So he took off his cowboy hat and put in the cute stuff.

With that Bill swung onto the horse's saddle and rode off toward town.

By this time, everyone except GIR had calmed down, Zim was pacing on his metal spider legs, trying to figure out how they had gotten there.

Dib was sitting on a rock, with his camera out of film, he also had nothing to do except think.

Cree was also on a rock, curled up like a cat and taking a nap.

GIR on the other hand was bouncing with Bobby-lu.

Zim was talking randomly to himself, saying stuff like... "What do we do?!" "Where do we go?"

"I'm hungry" "Jellybeans sound good" "How I, ZIM! Do love jellybeans."

Cree woke up to Zim's ranting, and tried to throw a hand full of sand at him, but it blew away.

Oh, how Cree disliked Zim.

(A/N: Mind you, I love my Zimmy, it's Cree that hates him.:P )

GIR and Bobby-lu began to sing the doom song,....oh how they were doomed.

30 minutes later

Cree could take it no more, the singing was getting to her,....sure she could stand a tea party

with a pig, in fact she liked pigs!

But...this...singing?....it was pure insanity!

"I think we should try to find a town or something..." Dib suggested.

"I am NOT going into monkey-human territory with myself exposed!" yelled Zim, who by this time had created a giant ditch in the sand, and was crawling out.

"nachossss!!" said....oh come on, you know peoples!

It was then that Bobby-lu jumped onto Cree's rock in order to make himself look taller.

"All throughout my journeys of tumbling, I have come across only TWO places of these 'towns'" He began. "ONE contains giant, metal monsters that fly up way in the sky!

The OTHER one also has monsters, that run along the ground in a horrible way!

Hundreds of Twolegs run all round! The smell of Poop-barbecue in the air, cows and horses! And...that....awful....music!........But I gots nothin better to do, so I'll go."

"What happened next?!" asked GIR, as though Bobby-lu were telling a ghost story.

"Uhhhhh...that's it..."

"Awww..."

In the small town of Roswell.....

"Me an' Old Blue was just a ridin' along when I spotted somethin' in the distance...."

Bill was now in the local town diner telling the story about the 'cute widdle thingys'.

Everyone was listening intently as Bill explained the arm, and then gasped as he pulled out the arm from his hat! One women even let out a little scream of terror.

One man in particular was watching, he wore a green generals uniform, his white buzz-cut hair seemed to stand on its end as Bill spoke.

( A/N: Just think of the Mall security guy from 'FBI warning' )

"Boss isn't going to like this one bit..." he said as he stepped out to use the phone.

After putting in a few coins, he looked around to make sure no one was looking, and then dialed a strange number that went something like this, 000-0000-0000.

(A/N: AHHHH! The Roswell peoples are taking me away! I finds out their secret #!!! 0o0)

"What?" asked an annoyed voice from the other line.

"We've got a situation boss, some guy came in with some metal, says he found it by his farm."

"So?" asked the voice.

"It's Bill Brazil sir, he's the one with the land near the secret air base."

There was an annoyed sigh on the other line, "I'll send some people over, then bring him to the base and question him....oh and Oswald?"

Oswald winced at his real name, that meant boss wasn't in a good mood, he paused and then said, "Sir?"

"Don't forget to wipe his memory like you did last time...that new hover craft plan was almost found out if people didn't think Bill was crazy!"

"Yes Sir!" said Oswald, he tried to salute, but there was no room to do so in the cramped telephone booth.

Back with the group, Zim had been refusing to go to town.

"ONE, I'm not wearing a disguise! TWO, there is no way I'm following...this...weed.

"Hay! I'm a 'tumble' weed! I can tumble where I please!" yelled Bobby-lu.

Cree's eye twitched insanely, her brain meats were beginning to melt.

"Well I think we should go to town!"

"So you can capture me! I think NOT!"

Twitch

"What do you expect from me! Your trying to in slave the human race!"

Twitch

"Shut your noise tube HUMAN!" Said Zim as he brought out his spider legs again..

Twitch

Cree could take no more, she pulled at her hair in pure fury and insanity!

"Miss Wee?.." asked GIR, wondering why his babysitter was acting so.

(A/N: Cree, Miss Wee....get it? 6- )

"Youuuuu..." She said pointing to Zim. ( Place whip sound effect here)

"....Are going...to town with us..."she said quite frighteningly

" Zim is not going to this 'town'!" He screamed.

Cree began to fume about like a crazy person, grabbing her hair , and muttering to herself..(A/N: Isn't she crazy already?)

Dib looked at her like she was about to explode, and just in case she was, he ran off to hide behind a rock.

Since this is a rated G story, what Cree did to Zim shall be cut out....

(A/N: 0-0 Why is you looking at me that way?...What are you doing with that bat?-.0)

All I can tell you is that Zim ended up being dragged by Cree, on his spider legs, all the way to town.

(A/N: Just like a pig!...wait....)

Dib on the other hand was troubled by something, that name 'Roswell' had been in his thoughts. Then out of the blue, Dib remembered!

'The Roswell crash! The Aliens! The government!', He thought, 'How did I forget that?'

"Because you're a stupid worm-baby!" stated Zim from behind.

"You was talkin' to ya-self!" said GIR, who was hitching a ride on Zim's head.

"Get off my head!"

Well....that bes the 2nd Chapter of dooooommmm....

Sorry if it was too short, DON'T HIT ME!!!

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There will more snuff in the 3rd chapter! Kidnaping, fighting, stuff, you know....