-1Dib sighed contentedly; nothing was better then the feeling of clean. He walked into the kitchen; his dad was muttering something and leaning over a book. A book that the professor hadn't used since their mom was…ABDUCTED BY ALIENS! Dib knew that's what happened, it's just that no one believed him.

"What're you reading?" he refused to call him 'dad' now. No use in getting attached now, right?

"Whah?" the Professor picked up the book and shoved it into his lab coat, making a huge book shaped indention. How, uh, UNnoticeable, yes. "OH, uh, nothing son! Go- go play with Kim."

Somewhere from in the living room, Zim shouted, "It's ZIM! Z-I-M!"

"Sure whatever, Pim. Now, Dib, go play with him. I've got important scien--" Membrane stopped, and then coughed, "I've got important FATHER things to do!"

Dib shook his head, "Okay, have fun. Just tell me when we're heading out." he waved him off, not caring one way or the other. If everyone was gonna die anyway, what's the point of caring?

When Dib stepped out of the kitchen, Zim was on the floor, bending over something. He stepped around him; he was working on some kind of machinery. He recognized the insignia, Gaz's GameSlave? It was broken? Moreover, she hasn't even pummeled Dib or Zim for it? He turned around, Gaz was standing behind him. She stared at the alien hard, he had finished. Zim stood and admired his work, how amazing!

"Do you want this junk, human?" Zim looked at Gaz with a glare. Daring her to ask 'why?'.

She looked away, then back up at him. She glared back, clearly telling him she doesn't care why. "Yes." He handed it to her and she walked away. She wore a frown, but you could totally tell that she was ecstatic.

Dib laughed once she had gone far enough out of range, "Why'd you do that of all things?"

Zim shrugged, glare wiped away, "It's an 'earn her trust' type of thing. At the time it seemed like a good idea." he brushed away the imaginary dust from his uniform and leaned in to whisper in Dib's ear, "Besides, I rigged a bomb in it. So, after 12 hours and after we're safely away, it'll go off."

"Really?" Dib paused, "You carry a bomb around?"

He scoffed, "Duh, of course. Doesn't everybody?"

"No, surprisingly enough, not everyone carries a bomb around with them." Dib laughed.

Membrane peeked out from the doorway. From this side he could tell Dib was laughing. It was, lyke, gut busting. He smiled involuntarily.

"Z-Zim…" Dib wiped his eyes, "You're nuts!" Zim shrugged.

The Professor stepped out from the kitchen fully. He wasn't wearing his lab coat. In their place were baggy and faded blue jeans and a light blue polo shirt. "Okay. We are going to…the FAIR! Right Dib, fast rides!!" he winked at the confused boy. He hated fast rides. "Lots of arcades!" He winked at Gaz, who grunted. "I almost forgot the little green child-" he ignored Zim when he yelled 'I AM ZIM!', "What do you like?"

"Destruction, chaos, doom, dea--" Dib nudged him, the look on his dad's face was all, 'That kid is a bad influence'. "Oh, right." he paused. 'Think human thoughts, think human thoug-- "AHA! Uh, I mean…I…like…food! I eat food, just like you." Dib whispered in his, uh, antennae, "Oh, wow. Smooth, he almost suspected something." his voice was dripping in sarcasm, it was slathered in it. Zim didn't catch on.

"Yes, yes. I know it to be true." Zim whispered back, "But you can praise me elsewhere, Dib-Slave, we're on a mission!"

"Oh, yes. HOW could I have forgotten." Dib sighed and followed Gaz and his dad out to the car. Zim followed him.

"So, I was thinking. Can't we just leave him? I mean, it's not as if he'll go looking for you right?" Zim asked, "I kind of want to get a head start on this disease thing."

"Well…we can just break off from him and go plot somewhere on the grounds, but I don't think we'll be able to just leave him. Did you hear the way he was talking? As if he actually cared. It's just probably mid-life crises or something. Or it's for his image." the more he thought about it, the madder he got.

Zim saw this, and went on, trying to work on it. "Sure, it's only for image. He doesn't really want to spend time with his 'insane son', I assure you. Why don't we just leave this sorry sap and go back to the base, work on our plans?" It was working, Dib looked like he was considering it. Just run the hell out of there and-- Membrane looked back and grinned a little to happily for just going to the fair.

Suddenly, Dib felt guilty for thinking like that. If it was a mid-life crisis, doesn't he have to be there? He never truly hated the Prof. right? He never even hated Gaz either. Zim frowned at the guilty look that Dib was giving his father. That sure wasn't a good sign.

"You coming son? Foreign kid?" Membrane blinked, a little confused to why Dib looked so guilty. The boy hadn't done anything, had he?

Dib then gave Membrane a weak smile, "We're coming…" He then grabbed the sulking Zim's arms and threw him into the back seat next to Gaz, then got in himself. Zim grumbled and then looked over Gaz's shoulder to see what she was playing. 'Doom Piggies II?'. WHAT was with her and stupid pink pigs, didn't she hate the color pink?

"Doom Piggies, eh?" Zim tried to make conversation with the inapproachable child.

"Listen, if you want to keep your eyes in your eye sockets where they belong, get away. NOW." She never even took her eyes away from the prize. Boy, is she talented!

Zim 'EEP!'ed and smashed into Dib. Dib smashed into the car door, letting out a 'UW' and an 'OW!'. He glared at Zim, who was staring at Gaz with a look of displeasure. He half turned, his lips dangerously close to Dib's. The teen blushed but Zim didn't notice as he whispered, "When we can, let's take out your scary evil sister…" Dib barely caught it and just hummed. He swallowed thickly, this was not good.

When Gaz growled, Zim scooted closer to Dib, any closer now and he'd be on top of the poor hormone driven teen. You know what they say, men only love with their penis? It's true.

Zim turned, again dangerously close to kissing Dib, again and whispered, "Once at this stupid HYOOMAN fair, let's get as far away from them as possible and plan." he glanced up from watching to make sure no one heard him talk, "Dib-Slave?"

Dib snapped out of it and blushed harder. Like a strawberry that kid, big and red. Zim gave him a questioning look, "Why're you so-so RED?" he whispered.

"N-nothing…" Dib gasped. Damn those teenage hormones. Damn them.

"Whatever." Zim gave him a dry look, as if he knew why he was so red. He really didn't you know, he just loves to watch the Dib squirm. Is that a bad thing?

"aaaaaaaannnnnnnd…WE ARE HERE!" Membrane stepped on the brake, sending Zim, who was stupid and didn't wear a buckle, crashing into the windshield.

Zim made a 'POP'ing sound as he tore his face away from the glass. He straightened out his wig as best as he could and slurred his words as he said, "I- I'll be…okay! Just…OW!!!"

Dib ran to his side (FANGIRLS: Awww…) and slapped his head a little (FANGIRLS: Give us SLASH!). "You idiot. THAT is why you wear a seat belt."

"Is the little foreign boy alright?" Membrane yelled, already as the ticket booth. "OH, Gaz and I will go ahead! See you later!"

Gaz put her GameSlave in her pocket. This better be good. The two, Dad and Daughter, walked into the fair and disappeared into the crowds.

Zim stood up with a tiny help from Dib. The alien snatched his claw back. Dib frowned, but didn't say anything. "We aren't going into that thing are we?" he asked, looking at the buildings, rides and booths in disgust.

"No, we can always stay here." Dib spanned his arms, and Zim glanced right and left. Bums both ways, trash, horrible smells… He turned to the fair, happy people, clean, delicious smells…

"I think that place is better." he paused, "It was MY idea. Let's go slave." he flicked his fingers and Dib rolled his eyes.

He followed with a sarcastic sneer, "Yes, Master."

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DIB (mad): my head is NOT big!

ZIM (nonchalant): you just keep telling yourself that.

DIB (still mad, maybe even madder.): I will! I mean--

ZIM (like he found out some conspiracy): So you ADMIT it!

DIB (astonished): WHAT? No. NO, I did--

ZIM (happily): You said it not me! You said it, you said it…( and on in that manner.)

Dib (CRAZY! JK.): No I didn't! LIAR! I swear Zim, I'm not afraid to hit you! (also on in that manner)

Yeah…I did this for fun. I have no idea why…WHAA!