Alrighty, for this chapter, I'll have to translate what Mini says, Okay? He's not gonna say too much...

Mini Moose's translation will be in bold letters

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Up in the house, Zim licked his gloved fingers free of brown sugar. Next to him, Dib bit into a doughnut and chugged on his drink. It was light green, slightly glowing and really thick. At first, Dib had been hesitant to try it, but after Zim had GIR hold open his mouth and dribble some in, he'd been drinking quite a lot of it. Tastes like strawberries and bananas. Hey, Dib likes strawberries and bananas…those fruit are feminine!

"So, GIR?" Dib asked to get the robots attention. "What's Pocky, anyway?"

"Oh…" GIR seemed to think really hard for a moment. I mean really REALLY hard. "It's like a COOKIE!! In stick form! And-and---" from here on it was all gurgling and just really sickening to watch, then the little guy dumped all the contents of his drink into his mouth. Ew.

"Uh, ew?" he turned away, "Zim, what's Pocky made of?" he started in on first one. "Ack! Whoo! It's so sweet, it's burning my tongue!!" but he continued to suck off the fudge and eat the cookie.

"Huh? Hmm, well it's like-- No, wait." he paused. "Uhm, It's like a cookie stick with-- mmm…cookie stick…hehe…stick."

"What? Zim what the heck?" he started to feel dizzy and he waved back and forth. "Hehehehehe…this is a couch. I sit on these."

GIR and MiniMoose giggled in the background and he snapped out of it. "WHAT the! ZIM!" he shook Zim until he snapped out of it.

"What is it, HUMAN!"

"WHAT is this drink? You never said!"

"Uh, it's Irken wine. OH." he formed an "O" with his mouth. "I guess we should stop drinking it th-- WOAH!" he screamed.

Dib jumped back from him and landed on the floor, "WHAT?"

"Look at my hands! I only have three fingers…wow." Zim's red orbs widened in disbelief.

"Uh, yeah." Dib banged his head on the floor. "You're drunk, Zim."

"Wha-huh?" Zim stood up and hobbled over next to Dib on the ground. "THAT is a LIE! YOU LIE!"

"Hehe, Master is drunk? AGAIN??" GIR giggled, "YAY! Maybe he's gonna play wif meh!!

"Huh? What do you mean again?" Dib asked standing up and pushing the intoxicated Irken away.

"Squeeeaaak…" MiniMoose started. "Squeak squeak. Squee squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak." Well…when the Tallest told Zim he was defective that his mission was fake and to never call again, he was 'heartbroken'. He ordered a whole bunch of Irken wine and alcoholic drinks from all over the galaxy to get drunk every night, after school. He said it made him feel better, but I really doubt it.

"So, was he banished then?" it was unfathomable. He had thought Zim was actually here for a mission, and now to find out that it wasn't true…there were no words for it. Zim had been duped by his leaders? What kind of leaders would do such a thing? A million questions raced through his head, but Zim broke through his thoughts and threw Mini out of the living room and into the kitchen. GIR ran after the poor moose yelling, "CANDEH!!"

"WHO's banished?" Zim's words slurred together, "Not me, no way. My Tallest look up to me and my astounding achievements!" he stood on unsteady feet, trying to accustom a heroic pose, and Dib jumped up to steady him. If the alien got hurt, then he'd blame Dib for it.

"THEY didn't banish ME!" he shouted to the air and turned to Dib, strawberries on his breath. "I banished THEM from MY planet and MY humans!"

"So…they DID banish you, huh?" Dib asked quietly, but Zim was asleep, with his arms tightly secured around Dib's stomach. The boy sighed and went over to lay him on the couch. Once there, he tried to pry Zim off, but the alien was hold him tightly around his torso. It didn't hurt, but he couldn't unwrap the alien's lithe arms from around his neck.

"Uh, Zim?" he whispered, "Are you awake? Hey? Damn…" he sighed.

He sat down on the couch roughly, making sure that Zim wasn't hurt. With that he laid down with Zim on top of him. The alien shifted so that his face was in Dib's neck and so that he was laying face down on Dib. Stomach to stomach.

"Welp, this is uncomfortable." Dib sighed, but placed his arms around the small of Zim's back so he wouldn't fall off and dozed off into a cat nap.

A little later, GIR and MiniMoose tip-toed out from the kitchen. When they saw the two they were all, "UWWW, how sweet and all cute like." GIR lifted his metal covered finger in the air in an "IDEA!" motion and ran from the room. MiniMoose rolled his eyes as GIR made his way back in, carrying a huge fluffy pink blanket covered in hearts and candy. He laid it gently on them and tucked them in.

"Hehe. I'm gonna go and make some more Pocky." GIR sighed to the air and left.

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Gaz stared blankly out the window of their front room and sighed. The sun shone brightly through the drapes and she felt like she wanted to just turn it off. But, another thing rang in her head, Where the fuck is Dib? I WILL kill him if he doesn't show up soon. She twirled her short violet hair on her finger, why wasn't Dib home anyway? By this time on a Saturday, he was suiting up and heading over to Zim's to spy. Yet, he wasn't home. Was he still at Zim's? If so, Why? What would Zim be doing to her brother? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Good morning, Gaz." he ignored her when she hissed, "What's so good about it." He rolled his eyes from behind his thick goggles, "Hello, son." he walked past her, not even noticing his son wasn't there.

Gaz growled and yelled, "DIB ISN'T HERE!"

"Not here?" Professor Membrane back-tracked to her, "Then, where is he?"

"He went off to play with Zim the other night and he STILL hasn't come home. Probably killing each other as we speak…Hehe…killing…"

"Oh-ho-ho no, I'm sure Jib and his friend are having fun!"

"Dib! Your SON'S name is DIB!" she yelled.

He was unfazed, "Ah, yes Dib. How is he?" he seemed to forget who he was talking about.

She glared at him. "I hope you know how much I HATE you." she said calmly and walked to her room.

Membrane just stood there, then walked over and collapsed on the couch. "Hate?" he whispered. "Me?" Why would she hate me? We have all this money that I get from working over time. Shouldn't I be showered with love and hugs? What am I doing wrong? He took off his goggles to reveal dark piercing amber eyes and pulled down his collar. For a while he just sat there, then reached for his cell-phone.

"Yes? Hello, get me Simmons." he waited for what seemed forever, whispering, "C'mon, c'mon…" to himself. When Simmons got on, he got to the point. "It…seems I need to take some work off to spend with my children." he breathed.

"What? But SIR! What about the, um," he seemed hesitant to say anything and he whispered, "the 'you-know-what' machine?"

"That will have to wait, nothing is more important then my FAMILY!" he shouted and hung up. He stood. "Now! Time for a family outing." he paused and sat back down.

"What do children like to do?"

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I decided to look at the two in a different light. Why not? I mean, maybe Membrane doesn't realize how his actions will affect his children. And maybe Gaz cares more then she lets on. Whatever. XD! How cliche! EEK!