"Lets see…" Membrane muttered, flipping the dusty pages of a book. "A-HAH! Let's see, to find out what your child likes best: ask them. Oh, why didn't I think of that?" He shut the book with a bang and sat it on the coffee table in the living room.
He cleared his throat, "Uh, GAZ!" He blinked in surprise when all he got was a growl from her room. "GAZ? WILL YOU COME DOWN HERE!?" He tried again, in the book, rightfully named 'Children for Dumassess', it said to be firm with your children. As long as you don't hurt them, cuz then you go to jail.
He heard her door slam frightfully hard and watched as she stormed down the stairs, her 'You are dead' look in place.
"This had better be good." she mumbled. What was he doing now? She wondered.
"I have decided it is time to spend the WHOLE week with my family and I wanted to know what you like best, hm."
"Pizza, pigs and games." she said, not really believing that he was going to spend the whole week with both her and Dib. She was bracing herself for when his assistant Simmons would call and he'd leave as he always does. Yeah, that never came. "Dib still isn't here you know, don't we have to wait for him?"
"Ah, yes. You're brother. I suppose we will!" he tapped his chin, what do normal families do? "How about some TV?" he stepped over and sat down on the couch, patting a place beside him for her to sit.
"Whatever…" she shut off her GameSlave--SHUT OFF. This was important, she NEVER got to spend time with Membrane and it was high time she got to.
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Hours later at Zim's house:
Dib groaned and groped for any type of warmth. He grabbed an arm, pulled the thing higher, and snuggled his face into the crook of what seemed to be a neck.
"DIB!! I AM ZIM!" Ow, right in the ear.
"WHAT!" the boy jumped up and the other fell on the floor with a thud. "O-oh…boy. Sorry, Zim. I'm not a morning person." He scratched the back of his neck, "You have a shower around here?"
"MORNING person?!" Zim screeched from the floor, "It's twelve in the afternoon! Moreover, no, I do not have a shower. IF you haven't forgotten, WATER BURNS ME!" He jumped up.
"I know! Geeze…" he lifted his arm, "Well, if you want me stinking up the place, then I suggest we head over to my house. I'm sure dad will be at work and Gaz will be in her room."
"Grah! Fine." he snapped his fingers and MiniMoose hovered into the room, wig and contacts in mouth. The moose dropped them in the aliens waiting hands and he popped them on. "There, let's go so we can get back here and plot to take over this miserable ball of dirt."
"Don't you want to change first?" Dib asked, giving Zim a once over. The alien's suit was ripped and torn in so many places, ugh, it was horrible. Dib then glanced down at his own clothes. The bottom half of his shirt was torn off, so that there was a shred of clothing around his upper half and the sleeves were intact.
"Why?"
Uh, fashion disaster? "Because it isn't NORMAL to walk around in tattered clothes." He sneered.
"Hum, really? What about you?" He was rightfully suspicious. The human looked horrible as well.
"Uh, geeze fine." he rolled his eyes, "can I borrow some clothes?" Zim snapped his claws together once more and the Computer lowered a tube from the ceiling. "Two Irken uniforms."
"Yeah…" The Computer belted them out. One in Dib's arms, the other in Zim's.
"NOW! Leave so I can get dressed without wandering EYES!" Zim pointed to the kitchen.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! Now, get."
"Fine…" the boy grumbled and walked into the kitchen. Once there, he threw the Irken clothes on the table. He lifted his shirt over his head and he just realized he didn't have his trench coat, "Aw, geeze." he cursed and tossed the offending shirt away from him. After that he pulled off his boots and pants, unbuckling the boots was a btch. He then pulled on the stretchy material known as pants and pulled on the red striped shirt.
"Huh?" he noticed that there were gloves and shoes there too. "Aw, why the hell not?" He pulled on the rubbery gloves and boots tight. "Yeah, I look gewd." he stepped to the doorframe, "Zim? You done?"
"Hm? Oh- yes. Yes I am, for…I AM ZIM!!"
"Yeah, that's great." the taller male stepped in. "Well?"
"Well what?"
Dib rolled his eyes, "How do I look in Irken clothes?"
"Hum…" Zim stalked closer and looked him up and down. "Pretty good. They fit all right? I though they might have been, uh, too small."
"Oh, no."
They stood facing each other awkwardly. Both wondering if the other remembered sleeping like that, at least until, "HI! WHERE 'RE YOU GOING?!" GIR…
"Let's go." Zim said quickly and jumped out the door.
"Let's." Dib replied and followed the alien. They slammed the door shut and ran down the sidewalk towards Dib's house.
Once there, Dib stopped Zim at the door.
"Look, if Gaz is in there, try to not bother her. She'll kill you and we can't take over the world if you're dead."
"Aw, grah, I'll be FINE!" Zim moved and grabbed the door handle, Dib's hand landed on his own.
"Zim…"
"I won't even PEEP. Okay? Can we go?" He was eager to make a plan and set it in motion.
"Alright, fine." Dib sniffed and opened the door roughly. Boy, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Membrane on the couch with Gaz.
"Uh, dad?" Dib asked.
"What!? What is so important you just had to stop!!" Zim pushed Dib out of the way and just stared at Membrane in distaste, "You stopped for THIS?"
Membrane stood up. "Son! Finally, I had this odd tingly weird feeling while you were gone so long."
"Dad was worried." Gaz grunted from the couch and stood up.
"Worried? About me? The CRAZY kid?" Dib snorted, "Look, I'm taking a shower and going back over to Zim's. We're, uh, having a sleep over."
"What is this SLEE--" Zim started, but Dib clasped a hand over his mouth, "Heh, he's really eccentric."
"But- son! Today and the rest of the week I've planned a special family outing!" his father protested.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Dib said distractedly, then hissed to Zim, "What happened to 'not a peep'?" and let go of him.
"You can bring your little green friend with us! It'll be FUN!" Membrane's voice left no room for argument.
But, still… "Bu--"
"NO!" the tall scientist cleared his throat, "No buts. We ARE going on this family outing and we WILL have fun! Now, go take your shower if you must."
"Ugh, okay. But after this, me and Zim got things to do." Dib mumbled and walked up the stairs to the bathroom, Zim followed.
"Huh, that's odd." Zim commented, near the top of the stairs.
"I know." the boy tapped his chin, "WHY the sudden interest?"
"No. Look at the way your drapes clash with your carpet! Yeck!"
Dib climbed up the last step and turned around with a look on his face. Zim stared at him oddly before the human bust out laughing. Dib laughed and laughed, then walked into his room, still laughing.
"Eh?" he listened to the door click close, "Does I LOOK like a CLOWN to you! Am I FUNNY like a clown!!" He waited for an answer and when none came, he shrugged and glanced around the house. Then, "OOHH! What does THIS do?"
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Okay, the thing about the carpet and drapes wasn't originally supposed to be there, but I put it in there for my own amusement. It makes me giggle. GIGGLE!
Plus, children and/or adults, I have decided that Gaz will...DIE! MWAHAHAHAHA! Take that BITCH! Ahem Excuse me...