AAAHHHH! I angered myself! I forgot to put down a Dr. Weird intro for the first chapter. So, prepare for a double helping of our favorite madman. Just consider the first one as the intro for the first chapter. Enjoy!

It was another rainy, storming day on the South Jersey Shore. The large, blank castle that housed the maniacal madman named Dr. Weird was, as always, dark and gloomy.

"Gentleman, behold," Dr. Weird started, extending his arm towards a metal contraption in the center of the room that looked like a giant furnace. "I have made this thing!"

"Well that's pretty cool doc," Steve said as he walked closer to the object. "What does it do?"

"It's a furnace! It…ya know…warms up your house," Dr. Weird replied.

"Someone already invented that," Steve pointed out to the stupefied Dr. Weird.

After a few seconds of idle thought, Dr. Weird raised a fist into the air and shouted, "Bullshit!"


Zim's New Slave 2: The Returnening
By Sanoon

Chapter 2: Rooms for Thought

It was another rainy, storming day on the South Jersey Shore. The large, blank castle that housed the maniacal madman named Dr. Weird was, as always, dark and gloomy.

Steve stood in the lab, enjoying the absence of Dr. Weird. He could only enjoy it for so long as Dr. Weird walked into the lab, holding a pen. "Hey, Steve," Dr. Weird said as he walked up to Steve. "Want to join the Pen 15 club?"

"Ugh, sure doc," Steve hesitantly agreed. "What do I have to do?"

"Just stick your hand out," Dr. Weird ordered. Steve stuck his hand out, and Dr. Weird wrote Pen15 on his hand.

"So…is that it? Am I a member now?" Steve asked.

"Look again Steve," Dr. Weird shouted. Steve looked at his hand, and saw what Dr. Weird had written. "Pen15 looks like the word penis…and it's on your hand." Dr. weird lifted his head back, and let out a triumphant laugh. "And I wrote it in permanent marker. It'll never come off! AHAHAHAH!"


"Frylock!" Shake shouted from Meatwad's room. "Come look at what I did!"

Hesitantly and unwittingly, Frylock entered Meatwad's room. His eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped at the sight before him. Meatwad's room was completely redecorated. The burned and destroyed carpet was replaced with new, softer, fluffier carpet. The walls that were covered with scribbles and drawings were replaced with new, pure blue wallpaper. The grill bed was removed, and the closet of sand was cleaned out and given new oak doors. Even the blinds on the window were new. "S-Shake," Frylock mumbled.

"Yeah, it's cool, isn't it?" Shake bragged.

"W-what did you do?" Frylock asked in shock.

"I completely remade this room," Shake said happily as Frylock moved around the room to examine all of the changes.

"This is…amazing Shake," Frylock admitted. "Meatwad will be so happy about this. Where is he? I want to see the look on his face when he sees this."

"Well…that's the thing," Shake said, his eyes diverting their attention away from Frylock.

Frylock's smile disappeared as he turned to Shake. "Shake, where is Meatwad? What did you do to him?"

"What did I do to him," Shake repeated, sounding somewhat offended. His eyes moved over to Frylock. "Why do you always assume that I did something to him? I want to let you know that I didn't have anything to do with his disappearance this time."

"Disappearance?" Frylock repeated, annoyance and confusion in his voice. "Where is he?"

"He is at camp," Shake said truthfully.

"Camp…what camp?" Frylock asked.

"You know…" Shake said slowly, "…camp? It's the same one as last year."

"Last year? You mean the alien?" Frylock shouted.

"Yes," Shake answered. "Don't worry, he paid for the bus fare himself, and he wanted to go, so you can't blame this on me. Now lets pay some more attention to this room. With Meatwad gone, I thought I could use this as my second bedroom. You know, when I got some babes coming in?" Frylock just stared at Shake in anger, and annoyance. "What? Don't give me that look. I can have two rooms if I want. I live in this house too. I am a resident here, or did that change all of a sudden? I can't make decisions now?" Frylock continued to stare angrily at Shake. "What?" Shake asked Frylock, confused as to why he was staring angrily at him for such a petty matter.


"This room is my master's labs," GIR said calmly, motioning to the room to the right of the hallway as he was giving Meatwad his tour. GIR stopped, turned around, leaned close to Meatwad's face, and whispered, "Don't go in there. Master will get angry."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Meatwad said happily. "Secret room. Authorized personnel only. Keep out. Dat's cool."

GIR nodded his head, and continued down the hallway until he came to another door. He didn't stop, but just shouted, "This is Zim's second secret lab!" As he walked by. Meatwad continued following him, and came to another door. "This is masters third secret lab," GIR announced to Meatwad.

"Dis boy sure does like his secret labs, ya know what I mean," Meatwad said, with a small chuckle.

GIR mimicked Meatwad's laughter, and shouted, "Secret gerbil studies!"

"Gerbils!" Meatwad shouted in surprise, as his eyes darted around the hallway in search of the little rodents. "I like gerbils. Dey is fun to play with."

"GERBILS!" GIR shouted as he dropped the piece of luggage he was carrying and ran up to the door that held the secret gerbil research room. The door didn't open though, so GIR ran face first into it.

"Are you ok?" Meatwad asked in shock. "You just done run into that door!"

GIR jumped up and smashed his head against the door, laughing the entire time. After a few more hits, he realized what he was doing and stopped. He turned to the confused Meatwad and quietly said, "The door won't open. Let's continue!" He walked back over to the piece of luggage, and continued with it down the hall. Meatwad stared at the strange little robot for a few seconds before continuing to follow it down the red corridor. The little retarded robot quickly came up to the next room.

GIR opened the door, and threw in the luggage. "Hey boy!" Meatwad shouted at GIR for recklessly discarding his stuff.

GIR looked at Meatwad and lifted a finger in front of mouth. "Shhhhh." Meatwad and GIR were both silent for a second before GIR turned to look into the room, and shouted, "DOGPILE!" He jumped into the room. All Meatwad heard was a metal thud from what he assumed to be GIR hitting his luggage. Meatwad rolled up to the door and peered inside.

It was a small bedroom. There was a small bed on the left side of the room, covered in red sheets, which seemed to be the camp's usual color. There was a small dresser along the far wall, but it was missing two of its five drawers. The wood on the dresser was painted green, but was poorly done because there were spots that were missed. There was red carpet on the floor. There was also a door on the right side of the wall, which was also poorly painted.

Meatwad rolled in and looked around at the room. "This is your room," GIR said.

"Dis is pretty cool," Meatwad said happily.

"I'm going to jump on the bed. Wanna join me?" GIR asked. Without waiting for an answer, he jumped onto the bed. Meatwad rolled over to the bed, but discovered that he couldn't even get on top of it.

"GIR!" Came the angry voice of Zim. "GIR, where are you?"

"I'm in the spare bedroom!" GIR shouted while continuing to jump on the bed. Meatwad just sat at the side of the bed and observed GIR jumping on it, messing up the neatly folded sheets.

Zim appeared at the doorway merely seconds later. With wide eyes, he observed the room. "G-GIR, when did I build a spare bedroom…there's not even a main bedroom?"

"I built it," GIR answered.

"But GIR…when?" Zim asked, somewhat speechless as to why his base now had a bedroom when Irkens needed no sleep. He could understand somewhat if it was in the disguised part of his base, but in his secret underground labs?

"I built it in my free time!" GIR shouted back as he started laughing.

"Free time?" Zim repeated. "When do you have free time?"

"All of the time," GIR answered.

"Hey-hey-hey," Meatwad interjected, "can I ask when dinner is? 'Cause I haven't eatin' anything since before the bus ride."

"There's no food for you!" Zim shouted at Meatwad.

GIR jumped off the bed and ran out of the room shouting, "I'm going to make waffles!"

"Alright, waffles!" Meatwad shouted happily as he followed GIR out of the room.

"GIR!" Zim shouted. "I'm not done speaking with you! Get back here! Zim demands it!" after no response from GIR, Zim ran down the hallway to find the two.


Another chapter accomplished. Thanks for reading, now review please. Ya know what…I haven't read one story that had the robot parents in it…