A/N Thanks for the wonderful reviews! I feel wuvved. This chapter isn't as chaotic as the first since Dib usually makes slightly more sense than the other characters.
Don't Worry Earth!
The doorbell rang. He tapped his foot impatiently. A few seconds later, a little green dog opened the door with his nub hands. It still evaded the boy as to how the robot managed to do anything with nubs for appendages.
"Yeees?" A robotic voice emanated from within the doggy costume. "Oh it's you big headed monkey."
"But I'm not a—Oh forget it. Anyway, I need you to put another one of my spy cams in the kitchen. The other one seemed… to have come to a tragic end because of some acidic waffle batter…" His voice was thoughtful.
"Aww. That was just the corn and wires acting up. I likes my waffles sparkly." As if in response to what GIR just said, a few electric bolts swirled around his body. He giggled insanely. "It still tickles my insides!"
"O-kay then," Dib said hesitantly. He shook his head to clear it of the stupidity that was coming from the robot's mouth. "Look, just put this in the kitchen where they usually go," he finished impatiently, shoving the spy cam to GIR.
"Okee-dokee! Bye big-headed monkey!" With that, GIR slammed the door in Dib's face.
"Hey I am NOT a monkey! And my head IS NOT BIG!!" he yelled angrily. He sighed and trudged back to his home. He had been back and forth from Zim's freakish base the alien called his normal human home to his own house so often that his feet instinctively knew where to go, so he just let his mind wander through different ideas to expose Zim. Hey, he thought, for once I am not talking out loud to myself. That's something you don't- not -hear every day. The thought momentarily confused him, but he shrugged it off. As he got closer to his house, he felt the usual excitement that his spying and plans brought flutter in his chest. This time for sure. He entered his house and greeted his sister as usual.
"Hey Gaz. I'm back from placing another camera in Zim's base. I'll figure out what he's up to this time for sure!" he announced triumphantly. As long as it doesn't get short-circuited in waffle batter again. At least he made sure his record drives were fixed before leaving the house so the chances of a repeat of him having to sit through hours of Zim eating waffles were minimal. He shuddered at the results that had wrought. He had lost the Swollen Eyeball members' trust for two months. Only when he had solid evidence of a chupacabra sniffing through his trash were they finally able to believe he was still serious. What was that chupacabra doing sniffing in his trashcan anyway? As far as he knew, his family never ate goat.
Gaz snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked up from her Game Slave 2 and at her brother for a moment. "Be quiet before I thrust you in a nightmare world so scary, your head will finally explode." She spoke in her usual low threatening tone that she used whenever anyone dared annoy her.
However, Dib was not listening. He was already racing up the stairs to his room and starting to mutter to himself again.
Gaz let out a growl (her equivalent to a sigh) and mentally noted to tear out his vocal cords one day. Then she wouldn't be filled with such rage all the time. She snarled as she lost another life. Dib would pay for distracting her.
The door to Dib's room burst open and he peered at the darkened and cluttered space. You could hardly see the bed because a swarm of papers of his latest plans were scattered as though whatever they used to be sitting on exploded. Which it had…but you will never know that.
Dib jumped into his chair and rolled directly in front of his computer, an action that long ago became second nature to him. He quickly turned on his computer and commanded, "Establish link with remote camera and show video feed."
The computerized voice came almost immediately. "Link established. Incoming video." A window popped up and filled most of the screen. Dib leaned over his chair and set his drives to record.
A few minutes of nothing on the screen passed and Dib was about to leave and watch the recordings when he had nothing better to do when Zim's voice came through. That captured Dib's complete attention.
"Well GIR, I am back from my walk around this filthy Earth place. I am ready to continue my amazing repairs on my computer."
Dib heard a few squeaks that must have been GIR's reply but he couldn't make out what the robot said. Not like it would have been useful to hear anyway. He leaned in closer, as Zim's voice grew louder. Anticipation was prancing around in his insides like the dancing weenies GIR once imagined.
"I need you to keep on high alert defensive mode until these repairs are finished. You are the only security left in my entire base. Even the robo parents are offline." The Irken was now standing next to the table and looking somewhere off screen. An annoyed look crossed his face momentarily and a few faint snores were heard, obviously from GIR, who became bored with listening to his master.
"His entire base is offline? That's incredible! That little bug I sent him did so much more than I thought it would. I was just expecting it to make insults randomly pop up but this is even better! Tomorrow, I'll break into his base and expose him for the horrible alien scum that he is. It will be too easy. And once he is exposed, I'll finally be able to stop saying my plans out loud.
"Tomorrow things are going to change—so many things. Don't worry Earth! Any death rays of doom or huge armadas coming to destroy you will no longer be a threat. Not while I'm around." By this point, the young boy was standing triumphantly on his chair. "I will stop all menaces from doing this planet harm whether they be aliens or nuclear moles—NYAGH!" During his premature victory speech, he attempted to take a step forward (which was supposed to be dramatic) but it ended in him dramatically tipping forward off the chair and banging his head on the floor. He groaned in pain and rolled over so he was not eating carpet.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw that Gaz was standing above him, giving him one of her nastiest death glares.
"I thought I warned you NOT TO ANNOY ME!" she screeched. She was furious enough to have one of her eyes fully open and twitching.
Meanwhile, Professor Membrane was down in his home lab experimenting on how to make miniature lama-gerbils (his own creations) act out a scene from one of Shakespeare's plays. He hesitated for a moment when he heard sounds coming from a couple floors above him. Gaz was yelling and Dib was screaming for help.
Professor Membrane chuckled. It was nice to hear the kids having so much fun.
A/N Things are about to get REALLY chaotic. Yay! Chaos is fun to write but tricky like trying to cover a giraffe in honey. Please review! I've decided I really like those little things.
