"Tak, hand me that thingy over there." Zim said, as he began experimenting on the weasel-squid he had been perfecting over the past few weeks (apparently for some kind of plan to destroy the humans, but he hadn't embellished).
"The shocker-thingy" Tak said, looking through Zim's toolbox, which contained an odd array of tools (both Irken and non-Irken) and fun objects to poke things with.
"No, the thingy that looks like a Retnab's tail!" He said, impatiently. Tak looked confused, not having seen said tool.
"I don't think it's in here." She said, shaking her head. "Maybe you put it somewhere else?"
"WHAT? Not in there?" He grabbed the toolbox away from Tak. "That's impossible! I always put in here, right next to the Bunzor screwdrivers!"
"Well, it's not here now." As Zim continued to look through the toolbox, Tak innocently poked the weasel-squid with the shocker-thingy.
"SQUEEEEEEAAAAARGH!" It cried in pain, terror, and overall uncomfortable-ness. Then it imploded.
"AHA! Here it is! I told you it was in here. I'M A GENIUS!" Zim said, holding the Retnab tail-thingy above his head in triumph. "Hey, what happened to the weasel-squid?"
"It imploded." She shrugged.
"I knew it!" Zim cried.
"You did?"
"Yes. Yes I did." Zim looked at the area on the slab where the weasel-squid used to be. "Well, that's enough experimenting for now. Computer! Take us up."
As they rode the transporter up to ground level, Zim had to admit that these last couple of experiments had been going rather quickly now that Tak was here to help. Although, most of the subjects had either exploded, imploded, ran away, disintegrated or just plain died. Still, he never thought to blame Tak for the bad ending to the experiments. She had been a great help, far better then GIR, and even Minimoose.
Tak, on the other hand, had been having the time of her life these past few days. She would never have imagined how much fun it was to make things explode, implode, or disintegrate. Of course, a few ran away or died without her help, but the ones she was responsible for made her smile on the inside. Part of the fun was knowing that she had hindering Zim's mission, but most was just the fun of destroying things.
"Tak? Hello?" Zim said, waving his hand in front of Tak's face. She seemed to not notice that they arrived on the ground floor. She was just…staring off into space and smiling. It was very disturbing. Even for Zim. "Ta-ak? You there?" Still she didn't respond, so Zim did the only other thing he could think of.
He turned on the TV.
Instantly, Tak blinked back to the present, and found herself staring at…a horrible monkey. "AAAGH! What in the name of Irk is that thing?" She screeched, lunging backwards, and unknowingly knocking the mini-camera off the green monkey portrait, sending down into the void behind the sofa (where Dib ended up getting some pretty neat footage, but that's another story).
"You mean GIR never showed you the Scary Monkey Show?" Zim couldn't help but be amazed at Tak's reaction. She was normally so calm all the time.
"No! For Irk's sake, turn it off!" She yelled, trying to grab the remote from Zim, who tauntingly held it out of reach. Even though she was slightly taller then him, she couldn't manage to grab it. He had an odd way of stretching his arm just out of the way so she couldn't get it. And every time she glimpsed at the television…there was that monkey…staring…
They struggled for a couple of minutes, but eventually Tak overpowered Zim with her ever-so-slightly greater height.
"Aha! Got it!" Tak cried, waving the remote above her head triumphantly. She didn't even realize that Zim had done an incredibly similar thing when they had been in the lab.
"Yeah, fine." Zim said, looking kinda pouty at his fun being ruined.
Turning off the TV with a sigh of relief, Tak sat back onto the couch. "Say, where's GIR, Minimoose, and Mimi?" She asked, noticing their absence.
"Uhnuh?" Zim said, hoping it counted as an answer.
Meanwhile, at a rave in an abandoned warehouse…"Go GIR, go GIR, go GIR!" The crowd chanted as GIR (in his doggy disguise) performed a flawless breakdance. Girls swooned when he looked at them, boys cheered and whistled when he did a new move, and the DJ dedicated every song to 'the little green master of the dance floor!'
Minimoose floated by the punchbowl with Mimi, who was in her robot form. No one seemed to notice anyway.
"Meeh?" Minimoose squeaked at Mimi, who shook her head and drank some punch.
A/N: I completely made up Rutnabs and Bunzors, for the sake of the story. If you or someone you know has them in their story, I didn't copy them. Really. I promise.