"Dib, something is wrong." Gaz told me. "What? What's going wrong? Are they okay?" I shouted anxiously. "They're fine, but we'll have to use an Irken gadget on the smeet." She said. I was amazed at how little she cared. "Which gadget?" I yelled. "When it's born, it'll be two years old." Gaz said. "Okay. That's fine as long as they're okay." I said, calming down. "The smeet's gonna have two heads!" Gaz said loudly. "What?" I shouted. She chuckled and left. I continued waiting with Zaz and little Dib. Zaz waited quietly in thought. "Are you worried about Mama?" little Dib asked. "Yes." I answered. "What are you gonna do if she dies?" "I don't know. "Are you gonna cry?" "I don't know." "Little Dib, stop talking like that!" Zaz sobbed.
Gaz came in. "It's a girl." she said, leading a two-year-old with blue eyes, blond hair, and green skin by the hand. "Um…Hi, I'm your dad, Dib." I said, walking up to her and extending my hand. She stared at it, and then looked up at me with her big, wondering eyes. She slowly grabbed my hand. I put her in the playpen. "This is your brother and sister." I told her. Zaz was too shy to say anything. Little Dib walked up to her, stared into her eyes, and pulled her hair! "How come she has hair? I don't have hair." He said, examining the hair in his hands. She knocked him loose and replied, "'Cause I'm special." Then she stuck her tongue out. "Stop!" I yelled, lifting her up out of the playpen. She squirmed.
Gaz poked her head in. "Dib, they're twins." She said. "Twins? I didn't know they were twins!" I cried out in surprise. "Neither did we." Gaz said, "We think the gadget altered her twin." "The smeet will be a two-year-old?" I asked. She shrugged and left. I looked back at the two-year-old. "We don't have a name for you yet, do we?" I said, placing her on the floor. She just stared at me. "How about…errr…we'll just wait for Tak, your mom." I said. "Whatever. Can I have a cookie?" she asked. "Sure." I replied, "What kind?" "They yummy kind." She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "OOOkkkaaayyyy…One 'yummy' cookie coming up." I said, heading for the kitchen. I hoped she liked traditional chocolate chip. When I returned, she was crying with a pencil holder at her feet. "I didn't mean to knock it over, Mr.…sir." She said, choking back a sob. Zaz was trying to comfort her and little Dib was having fun telling her how much trouble she'd be in. "It's fine…see, there. Here's your cookie. You can call me Dad, by the way." I said, picking up the pencils and handing her the cookie. Zaz gasped. I whirled around. Little Dib was just standing there with his mouth open. The other smeet was coughing and gasping for air. What had I done? "Are you okay? Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!" I shouted, rushing up to her. It was only one bite of cookie! She stopped abruptly and ate the rest in one bite. "Yum…good cookie." She said, rubbing her stomach. I just stood there, dumbfounded. "Wha…How…Why…Oh, never mind." I said, getting fed up with the whole thing.
What was taking so long? Gaz entered with a small smeet in her arms. I reached out to hold it, but she snatched it away. "Dib, Tak named the smeet Iz. Iz will be an infant forever." She informed me. "What…Why?" I asked. "It's his side effect." She replied. I gasped as I removed the blankets over his head. It was a little Irken with one big difference. He had my scythe hair for an antenna. I held Iz up so the other smeets could see him. He saw Zaz first. As soon as he saw her, he opened his little mouth, and cried at the top of his lungs (A/N: That really happened. Plus, that was the loudest my baby brother ever cried.). Zaz frowned. "He's probably just hungry." I told her, pulling out a jar of baby food and spooning it into his mouth. "He's loud." Little Dib commented. "So were you, when you were that little." I said. "I don't remember." "Your brain was too small." "Are you calling me stupid?" "I don't remember when I was that little, either." I said. He sat down in thought.
"You can go see Tak, Dib." Gaz said, walking in. "Great!" I said excitedly. I pushed through the cold, metal door to the second room of the basement. Zim was sitting next to Tak's bed, and wiping her forehead with a cold, wet towel. He looked up and gave me a weary half-smile. Tak was sweating and her face was red. She was sleeping. "She should be walking in three days." "How are three 'people' going to take care of four smeets and an Irken for three days?" I whispered loudly. Zim shrugged. "I'll get Tak, Gaz can take care of little Dib and Zaz, and you get Iz and…what did you name the other one?" Zim asked. "Nothing, yet." I replied. "I was going to ask Tak." "You might want to go to sleep. You'll need all of your energy for tomorrow." Zim said. "Right." I agreed. I hoped the next few days weren't too bad.
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A/N: I didn't feel like dealing with school, so we'll just say Tak couldn't go to school "In her condition" so Zim beamed information into their heads and mind-controlled the humans to believe they'd already passed school. The smeets decided to call Zim and Gaz 'Mom' and 'Dad', and Dib and Tak 'Momma' and 'Dada'. The personalities of the smeets are (in age order):
(2) Noname Ariel (my sister) a.k.a. the confusing one.
(1) Zaz Me a.k.a. The sweet one.
(1) Little Dib the opposite of Dib a.k.a. the evil one.
(0) Iz Alex (my baby brother) a.k.a. The annoying baby.