Disclaimer: Oh, right . . . I wasn't supposed to do these anymore. Behold my forgetfulness . . . OF DOOM!! Ok, here's Chapter 8 of my story. Hope you like it!

Chapter 8: That's How I Roll

Gaz was playing her Gameslave 3 on the couch. She was happy that Mike and Dib were gone, so she could play her game in peace. Yeah . . . that didn't last long. XP

DING DONG!!

The doorbell rang once again. I pure anger, Gaz got up off the couch and walked to the door. She opened it, looking at none other than him. "What do you want ZIm?" Gaz asked him in an annoyed tone.

Zim was in his disguise, Gir standing next to him. He was holding his new invention over his right shoulder. Gir was next to him eating one of the cannon's delicious waffle projectiles. "Where is your horrible large-headed pig beast of a brother?!" Zim demanded, shaking his fist at Gaz.

Gaz didn't even flinch at Zim, not leaving her eyes off her game. "He's not here." She flatly said.

"What?! What do you mean he's not here?!" Zim asked furiously.

"He went out with Mike to do . . . something. Whatever, I don't really care." Was all Gaz before she slammed the door in Zim's face.

Zim, not even fazed by the door slamming, threw his waffle cannon on the ground. Surprisingly all but the waffle ammo disintegrated into hundreds of pieces, which Gir started devouring. "Then I'll wait here until the Dib-monkey comes back!" Zim screamed at the door. "And when does he comes back, he shall face the wrath of Zim! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" After his maniacal laughter, Zim just stood there for a few seconds, staring into space. "Eh, I'll come by later." The disguised alien decided. He grabbed Gir, who was still eating the delicious waffle ammo, and dragged him back to the base.

(Zim's not out of the story just yet. ; )

"I have to fix this?!" Mike asked Tak, looking into the hole in the wall of her base. Tak had brought Mike to the place where he had blown the wall out in Chapter 6. It was packed with different widths of conduits, ranging from the diameter of 3 inches to more than that of a basketball. They looked dead, meaning that Tak had turned the power off to them. He never noticed the wall was over 10 feet thick, or else he would've used the maintenance door again.

"You made it, so now you're going to fix it. " Tak said. She looked over to a large, metal, hovering crate next to her. She pressed a button on it, opening the door of the crate. A large number of precut conduits spilled out onto the floor next to Mike. "Since that hole you made was practically symmetrical, I had my computer cut the required conduits you'll need to 5 feet."

"How am I going to make them connect? Do I have to fuse them together or something? Mike asked, quite perplexed of how he was to do this task.

Tak gave a quick giggle. "Luckily for you, Irken technology is far beyond fusing wires together. All you have to do is press the end of a conduit against a corresponding size. Then they'll just connect themselves." Tak explained.

"Oh! I guess that's pretty easy." Mike said, perking up a bit.

"Yeah, good for you." Tak added, realizing that Mike's punishment was a little too lenient. "Anyway, Mimi will watch you while I go down to find the best place to acquire my sugar with Dib." And with that , she walked over to a hover pad which brought her to the lowest level of her base. Note there is no President Lord of Weenies (or something) anymore, so it's just a wide open floor with the screen and control pads.

Mike looked down at Mimi, who stared at him menacingly. "You're not still mad about that 'shooting you in the head' thing aren't you?" Mike asked sheepishly. Mimi's expression did not change. "I guess so." was all Mike said before he started attaching the conduits.

Tak, now on the ground level, walked over to Dib. While she was up with Mike, he had taken the liberty of searching the best companies and countries to steal a small amount of sugar from.

"So Dib, did you find any suitable places to cultivate my sugar?" Tak asked. She still didn't like Dib; since he had helped Zim stop her snack plan five years back, but she had to cope with working with the human.

Dib brought up a screen with a basic map of South America. "Well, I managed to find out that Brazil is the world's largest producer of sugar. It'll probably be the easiest place to get sugar from since it produces so much."

"Why does that matter?" Tak asked.

Before Dib could answer, a loud explosion could be heard ten levels up. A smoking conduit hit the ground about fifty feet away from them. From up above a faint "My bad!" can be heard. Most likely Mike had gotten careless. Tak and Dib just shook it off.

"If we take a small amount of sugar from a large producer, there'll be less chance of an economic instability." Dib explained.

"Hmm . . . I guess that makes sense." Tak added, rubbing her chin.

"By the way, how were you planning on getting the sugar from the plantation" Dib asked.

"Oh you know, just your standard Irken antigravity beam. It can pull them right out the ground." Tak said.

"But don't you need a ship for that?" Dib asked.

"Of course! I have like three ships up in the hangar." Tak reassured.

'I guess she's forgotten about her old ship.' Dib thought. 'It's probably better off that way, or she might kill me if she knew I had her old one this whole time'

"All done!" Dib and Tak heard. They turned around, watching Mike come down on the hover pad. Mimi was next to him.

"That was fast!" Tak said, astounded.

"Yeah, it was pretty easy once I got the hang of it." Mike said, dusting off his hands. "So, did you find a place to get your sugar?"

"We're going with Brazil. It's the biggest producer, so we'll cause less damage to it." Tak explained.

"I thought you might go with Brazil." Mike added. "They have so much down there, they probably won't even notice. When are you gonna do it?"

"Probably tonight at dark when I have the most cover." Tak said.

"Do you need help with that?" Mike asked.

"No, Mimi and I should be able to handle it." Tak reassured the two humans. They all stood there silently for a few seconds, until Tak broke it. "Well, you're free, you can leave now." She said shooing them off with her hands.

"That's it just like that?" Dib asked.

"Yeah, I don't need your help anymore. Get outta here." And with that, Mimi forcibly showed them both the door.

Now outside the two teenage boys looked at each other. "That was rude!" Dib said, dusting off his jacket.

"After all we did for her: improved her plan, helped her with her improved plan, not squealing on her!" Mike said crossing his arms. They both started walking back to Dib's house.

"Well, I at least hope her plan goes as planned." Dib said.

"Boy, wouldn't that make a news headline." Mike added. They made jokes about how a bunch of Brazilian sugar cane mysteriously vanished.

"Have you heard a report from Agent Blue Stinger yet?" A tall, Kingpin-like man dressed in a white suit asked a regular suit (the guys that look like the Prez's bodyguards). The two and about 20 other suits were operating a dark control room.

"He hasn't reported in the last two days sir." The regular suit asked. "But we do know exactly where he has been." A map on a large screen popped up, showing a bird's-eye-view of the city and suburbs. Dibs' house had a cyan box around it. "As you can see sir, Agent Blue Stinger has made two trips to this giant weenie stand." He pointed to Tak's base, which now also had a cyan box around it.

"Is there any evidence that the weenie stand is related to Agent Mothman's investigation?" the white suit asked in a very low sub-bass voice.

"No sir, but it must be extremely important. We have confirmation of Agent Blue Stinger's robot activating in its vicinity, and then shortly after, being destroyed." the regular suit exclaimed.

"Then there's only one reasonable choice. We must investigate the weenie stand ourselves." The white suit took out his cell phone, and dialed a number. "Yes . . . I want squads A through D ready in six hours." He closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Sir, don't you think this is a little drastic?" The regular suit asked.

"For all we know Agent Blue Stinger and Mothman could be in serious trouble. I stand by my decision. I want that place cleaned out before noon tomorrow!" the white suit said balling up a fist and shaking it in the air in front of him.

Dun dun dun!! I'm leaving ya'll on a cliffhanger until I finish chapter two of Roswell.

Kudos if anyone can guess who the white suit is.

And as usual, send some reviews, and I'll update faster.