I can't think of anything

I can't think of anything!

So I'm going to add another chapter to Royal Pain In The Neck.

I might take it off hold.

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the original.

Dear Journal,

I never liked little kids. I never hated them, but I just didn't enjoy being around them. Tami is an…interesting character. I think I learned a lot from her, about brats… Kids I mean. I learned a lot about kids. Since the past weekend, the following has happened to me.

1: Tami demanded bedtime stories, and asked me to read aloud her favorite tales. But I never hear of Hobbly Xeo, or The Brave Little Drone. She was really sad about that, and almost cried. But she seemed to enjoy the ones I did know anyway.

2: Once, Tami called me a 'Taller'. It was weird, but I ignored it. I guess she wants to grow up faster.

3: Tami ate nothing but milk, waffles, and other bland breads. She seemed to like cheese puffs, but other then that… I need to do something about her diet. It's not healthy.

4: Seriously, what is so great about Zim? She asks about him a million times a day.

5: I was watching Star Wars the other day with Gaz and Tami. Tami started laughing uncontrollably, and Gaz chased her out the room with a bat. I didn't exactly stop Gaz, the little brat was laughing for ten minutes straight.

6: On Sunday night, I tried to get Tami into the bathtub. She screamed and yelled and locked herself up in the closet. By the time I got her out, it was midnight.

7: Tami never saw a Disney movie before. I am starting to fear Canada a little more each day.

Till Next Time, DIB

I sighed a little and closed my journal book and shoved it back into my bag. Miss Bitters was ranting about the horrors of books and how they all should be burned. It was a little interesting, even though a little stupid. I looked over at Zim and just looked at him.

He wasn't there.

Oh… crap.

"How long did I write in that stupid journal?" I wondered to myself. I looked up at Miss Bitters and raised my hand.

She looked at me, filled to the brim with hate and murderous intent. "No Dib, you cannot chase after Zim!"

Was I that predictable?

I shook my head at the idea. "No Miss Bitter, it isn't that. I need to go to the restroom."

"You went half an hour ago!" She growled.

I bit my lip. "I… I have to go again?"

She glared at me. Finally she pointed at the door. "Go! You fail at everything anyway!"

"I'm your best student!" I cried out, offended.

"You fail at life!"

Well… I can't exactly argue with her there. Silently, I left the room. It was time for saving the world now.

0o0

"Well, Zim isn't in the bathrooms!" I declared to the smudged mirror as I turned the rusted knobs. Smelly water gushed out, and I don't think it was very clean. Never the less, I washed my hands and walked out the boy's room with a very sure feeling of self.

But it didn't even take two seconds after the door closed behind me for me to find Zim. He was heading out the door, Gir following loyally behind. That wouldn't have bothered me as much, except there was another person.

"Tami!" I yelled, running after Zim. "Get away from him!"

The girl turned her head innocently at me, never letting go of Zims hand. "Huh?"

That's what I'd like to say too! Huh? Huh? I wanted to ask, why didn't she listen to me? Why Zim is even allowing the girl to hold his hand? Huh?

I pushed myself between Zim and Tami and shoved the alien against the wall. "Kidnapping Zim? For poop sake's, she is only six!" I cried.

Zim looked at me with this bewildered expression. I must have caught him by surprise. But he quickly recovered and scowled at me. "I don't care about sleeping children!" He yelled.

"Huh?" I scratched my head in confusion. We all just stood there, looking pretty foolish. Finally, it clicked.

Kidnapping. Kid Napping. Napping also means sleeping, so yes. Zim thought I meant… wait, that still doesn't make sense!

"You know what I mean Zim! Leave Tami alone, she doesn't even know what's going on!" I snapped, as a stood protectively in front of her.

Tami tugged at my coat. "Mr. Dibby? I didn't mean to get Zimmy into towoble!"

"Towoble?" I asked. "You mean trouble, right?"

She shook her head, and suddenly busted into tears. And Gir immediately followed her example. I don't know how it happened, but there was this really awkward moment where Zim and I lost interest in each other and were attempting to calm down our 'children'. I don't know how else to word it, and I guess you can call Gir a child.

"Tami, Tami! Try to quiet down, you'll get us all in trouble!" I said in a calm, somewhat soothing tone of voice. But she only wailed louder, and so did Gir.

Zim was trying another approach. He shook Gir like a Polaroid picture, while ranting about obedience and no more taco's.

"Oh man, what am I going to do?" I muttered. Any moment, a teacher is going to poker her or his head out one of the doors to see what was all racket. And what do you think they are going to see?

They will see two boys picking on a puppy and an adorable child.

Well, at least one boy picking on a puppy.

I pick up Tami, and I ran out the doors.