Bonus Chapter:

I yawned and stretched. I turned over and looked at my brother. He was smacking his lips together. We stared at each other with bright, crystalline eyes. "Wwwaaahhh!" we screamed in each other's faces. "Momma" rushed over to us. "Hush, hush little ones." She cooed as she picked us up and rocked us. "Dib's not feeling well today, so let's tell him 'good morning'. Okay?" she said, walking towards the other bedroom. "Tak, I'll get them sick." "Dada" complained as we were halfway in his arms. Why was "Momma" taking us away? Was he mad at us? "Wwwaaahh!" I screamed, fearing rejection. "Zaz wants you to hold her." "Momma" said, giving him a pout for me. "I just don't want to get them sick." He stated. "You do have a nasty cold." "Momma" agreed, sighing.

"So should I put them under the 'nanny's care as usual?" she asked. "I guess." "Dada" said. I got bored with the "more talking" and "less me" situation. "Wwwaaahhh!" I cried. "Let's get you and your brother some breakfast." "Momma" said. After getting us in our high-chairs, "Momma" pulled out our usual food and fed us. I looked over at little Dib, he had been unusually quiet since we woke up. I suppose he wants to play with "nanny" today. We cry and see who it picks up first. Then, we see who can cry longer, and louder. After we were dirtied enough (and had dropped enough stuff and let "Momma" pick it up), we were launched into the tub. Little Dib doesn't like it much, but I do, so "Momma" lets me go first. I like it when she lets me chew on the blue fuzzy thing after.

"I have to go to 'Skool' now, kids. Remember, if you cry too loud, Dib can't get well." "Momma" reminded us, leaving us in 'nanny's care. When we played, little Dib won the game. In the playpen, he grabbed the teething ring. I chose to chew on the soft cow toy. It was too soft. I picked out the tinker toys. I got bored with that. I chewed on "Are you my Mother?" the Dr. Seuss book. Slowly, sleepiness poured over me.

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"Are you sure you can't turn back now?" I asked. Zim just pointed in front of the ship. I looked. "It's the Massive." He whispered. I gasped. It was huge! "Oh no, I forgot… The Irken Armada destroys anything that isn't an Irken." He said nervously. "You forgot WHAT?" I screamed. Zim covered my mouth and shushed me. It takes three days to get here and three days back. We've already blown our cover to Dib. I'll get some supplies and we'll just turn around. Gir, protect the ship and Gaz." Zim ordered. I sat down and crossed my arms angrily. Zim left. I watched him walk out of sight. Gir crawled up to Zim's seat. He looked at me. "Hi!" He shrieked. "Just make sure no one destroys us." I said, pulling out my book "Punch Club". Gir turned red, saluted, and focused on the Irkens milling around. He soon turned blue again and started humming. "Gir…" I would remind him of his job. After doing this some number of times, I started to wonder what was taking Zim so long. I guessed he was catching up with his friends, that is, if he had any. I got a little suspicious. "Who was with him? Is she pretty? Oh, wait…I forgot I was talking about Zim." I said. I dismissed the jealous thoughts promptly. It took a while (three chapters of "Punch Club" but who's counting), but Zim came back. "This food is edible to humans, right" I asked in a warning tone. "Yep, it's just pizza with pepperoni." Zim answered, "It takes them a while to make foreign foods." "We better be home in three days." I said, slumping back in my chair. We were soon headed to earth and my home…

Home… home… home… home… home… home… home… home… home… home…

I grunted as I sat up. I had been moved to the crib. "Wwwaaahhh!" I cried out in hunger. "Nanny" was quick in response and my belly was full in no time at all. I sighed in contentment as I was carefully lowered into the playpen. The door opened. "Dada" stumbled in. "Momma" followed after. "You'll never get me, Zim!" "Dada" shouted. "Dib, you're hallucinating! Get down before you hurt the smeets." "Momma" begged "Dada" exasperatedly. "Dada" collapsed. "Momma" held her head with one hand and supported herself on the playpen with the other. When she looked up, she gasped. Little Dib and I cried. "Momma" rushed over to "Dada", knowing "Nanny" would take care of us. He was unconscious. "Momma" bit her lip. "I don't know how in the world I'm going to get him upstairs." She said out loud. "You're an Irken. Your kind rose up from the sewers into heaven. You've had to deal with tons of hardships." She convinced herself. "Yeah, but his head's gigantic! It's bigger than any hardships my kind had to face!" she found herself shouting back. "Nanny" picked me up. I didn't want "Nanny". I wanted "Momma" and "Dada". I DIDN'T WANT "NANNY". I WANTED… "M…m…momma!" I wailed. "Momma" gasped. She looked at "Dada". "He understands. He would want me to be with them." She told herself as she rushed over to me. "Say 'Dada'. Come on…come on…" she urged. "D…d…d…Dada!" I said.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, hugging me warmly. She pulled me up to her eyes. "Good job, Zaz! You did it! You said 'Momma' and 'Dada'!" she said excitedly. Her face fell. "You said 'Momma' and 'Dada'. You called us 'Momma' and 'Dada'. What would Zim say?" She thought as it hit her. She placed me back in the pen. I sadly looked up at her. "I'm sorry, Zaz. I have to get 'Dada' back into bed. He's still sick." She said quietly. "Dada" groaned, sitting up. "Where am I?" he asked confusedly. "Dib, you're okay!" "Momma" exclaimed, hugging him. She sat down and told him what he did. He was shocked. "Dib, Zaz said 'Momma' and 'Dada'" she said quietly. "That's great! …You don't look very happy though." he said, frowning. "She called us 'Momma' and 'Dada'. What are we going to do?" She said frankly. "Why do we have to do anything? We can't stop them. Zim and Gaz can't blame us." "Dada" said. "Momma" furrowed her brow in thought. "Dada" frowned at her. "Mamma" sighed. "I'm going to bed. I have a headache." She murmured. "You're not the only one." "Dada" said. We were left with "Nanny" until morning.

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AWWWWW, DIBBEH IS SICK! BREAK OUT THE CHICKEN SOUP! THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I told my best friend about it (even though she doesn't watch Invader Zim. Yes, I REALLY wanted to post this chapter) but she couldn't review because her phone won't let her. Mean phone. It's worse than usual…bleah! The ending is the worst of all. I just ran out of juice. XP I'm probably doing this because I haven't made the smeets cry much and my sister was chanting "Little Dib and Zaz" a thousand times. I have really been "neglecting" them haven't I! At first little Dib was named Iz. I like it better now. Do you?