Hello my peoples! I'm on a role today! This is the seconded chapter in the same freaking week! Believe me, this is great progress for someone like myself.

Warning: I'm listening to Portis Head and drinking Canada Dry. (Don't worry its non-alcoholic) Beware the chaos that will behold you…..

Chapter 4: Just A Monkey Man

Looking around for more guards, Zim carefully cut into the tin roof of the immense building. He had, of course, been trained for an event such as this on Irk.

Zim, as far as he was concerned, was a master at sneaking into an enemy stronghold and demanding the respect he so rightly deserved.

Dropping down into a dimly lit hallway, Zim jumped into a dark corner to hide his small frame. As an amazing plan formed in his head he heard footsteps of a large human coming down the hall.

Meanwhile, Oswald wished he had the same power of respect over his boss.

Oswald had been in trouble with the boss for a few days now and things weren't looking to hot about his job. Oswald felt that he had always been disrespected from the time of his birth to this situation with Mr. Brazil.

'I was the one who found Bill Brazil at the hovercraft station! I was the one who filed out the paper work for it! I'm the one who's been working for the boss for 10 years! I'm even the one who found Bill at the diner again! But do I get any respect? No!' thought Oswald as he walked down the hallway.

He was so busy ranting to himself that he did not notice the hole in the roof, nor did he notice the small leg pop out at the corner of the hallway.

Really reader, would you have thought a tiny green alien was going to knock you out and steal your clothes to seek revenge at that moment? I know I wouldn't have.

Cree, Dib, Gir, and Bobby-lu were fairing no better than Oswald.

They had made it into town, only to find that they had no money.

"Please mister?" pleaded Cree with her most puppyish face on, "We're starving!"

"No is No!" said the man behind the booth.

"I know that!" protested Cree.

"Look…" said Dib holding up Zim's mechanical legs, "Can we get anything for these?"

"What do look like kid, a scrap yard?" the waiter asked.

"Corn!" said Gir on top of Cree's head.

"And besides corn," argued the waiter "I'm tired of all this scrap metal. You're the second one who's brought something like that in here."

"The second one?"

A man in the back kitchens popped his head out from the food-order window.

"Yeah," said the man, "That Bill Brazil guy came through here with some weird looking metal he found on his farm."

Cree and Dib exchanged puzzled glances.

"You said his name was Bill Brazil?" asked Dib.

"That's right, but I don't like him to much, he makes us all look like a bunch of hicks."

(A/N: Just for you Majestical )

"Speaking of Bill," said the man behind the bar, "didn't he get dragged away by those big guys in black?"

"Without paying his bill too!" claimed the man in the kitchen. "At least it's not the first time he's been dragged off."

"What is this strange metal you speak of?" asked Cree.

"Well," he said thinking, "it was silver and blue, it was kind of odd though, and some of them kind of looked like arms or legs."

At that, Cree, Gir, and Bobby-lu ran out of the diner, leaving Dib to ask one more important question.

"Excuse me? But do you really work here? Your not even wearing a nametag." He asked.

"Oh no kid, I'm just a monkey man."

With that he jumped on the bar and began dancing and throwing random things.

Dib was long gone before the man in the kitchen began beating him off the bar with a spatula.

Chapter 5 coming soon! Please R&R!