Here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I've only admired them :)

Some rare, new type of blister gas. That's what the doctor said the burns were from. Similar to mustard gas, like the kind they used in World War II, only stronger. He said that if it weren't for the petroleum jelly, it would've burned right down through her muscle tissue and bone until there was a big hole through her armpit. And the baby was drinking it. No, relishing it.

Sally sat in front of her brand new computer doing research for her baby's diet, while he played with metal scraps at her feet. She joined a "top secret" online community where a bunch of egghead anarchy scientists were discussing the ingredients to make homemade napalm. She found out all sorts of things about toxic gases, liquids, and gel-based acids that can be made from household products, cleansers, and jello-mix. She learned what an ordinary person would need to make a chemical lab out of their bathroom, and what types of metal alloy can withstand the toxic chemicals. As she typed, her moniter blacked out.

"Bobby", she said, peeking under her computer desk, "No. This is Mommy's new computer. Go play with the other one."

The little smeetling's face appeared, frowning up at her. "Mommy, I wanna connect the computer with my remote control car."

"Bobby, what did I just say?"

The little green baby's eyes filled with tears and he glared at her. "No mommy! I'm gonna cross the signals!"

"Robert..." Sally warned.

Bobby crossed his arms angrily and began kicking the back wall defiantly. "Mommy, you're mean! I'm not gonna be your friend."

"Bobby, stop kicking."

"No!"

"Bobby..."

"No! No! No!" cried Bobby, stamping his little sneakers so hard he almost knocked over the computer tower. Sally gasped, catching it and setting it back in place.

"Bobby! Time out for you! Go sit in the Naughty Chair."

"Noooooo! NO TIME OUT!" screamed Bobby, scrambling out from under the desk and throwing himself dramatically on the floor. Sally quickly switched off the main light switch, and the entire apartment went black. She'd learned the effect his shrill temper tantrums had on lightbulbs after the first week. She picked up the struggling, kicking smeet with some difficulty, so that she ended up having to carry him by an arm, a leg, and a strap from his little Osh-Kosh-B'Gosh overalls. She sat him on the little red stool by the kitchenette, and set the egg-timer on the shelf. "Three months old, so three minutes in time out," she said to herself. Just like the Supernanny show instructed.

You see, months were like years to this little fella at the speed he was growing. He was already 2 1/2 feet tall, weighing at 25 lbs. He was pretty big for his age. Sally had become quite well ajusted to motherhood. Bobby howled in the corner, as Mr. Kenners banged on the pipes angrily.

"Stop that racket, y'hear!", he roared through the floor.

" Sorry Mr. Kenners!" Sally called. " Bobby, you be quiet this instant, or no video games tonight."

Bobby held his peace sulkily. You see, Bobby only slept one hour every twenty-four hours, and since Mommy slept every night for at least eight hours, he had to sit quietly in the livingroom by himself until morning. And his little toddler's mind would go nearly insane with boredom. So Mommy had the old computer fixed and (after, of course setting the appropriate parental controls) allowed him to play online games until she woke up for work. Then in the morning she'd get him ready for daycare by helping him put on his wig and dark glasses.

She was careful to explain to sweet old Mrs. Lanning, the daycare teacher, that Bobby was different from the other children in that he had a very rare skin condition that made his skin turn green and his ears fall off, and that his photosensative eyes must always wear sunglasses, and he must NEVER EVER get wet.

She went to work for four hours then picked him up, and fixed his lunch in the bathtub while wearing rubber gloves and a gas mask. Then they had the rest of the day together, to watch cartoons and movies, or play silly made up games until it was Mommy's bedtime. Bobby would sit at the computer with a snack, and Mommy would go to bed. And in the morning, they'd start their routine all over again.

The egg-timer went off, and Sally hunkered down in front of Bobby. "Bobby, I put you in time out because you weren't listening to mommy and you were kicking after I told you to stop, okay? Now I want and apology."

"I'm sorry mommy," Bobby pouted.

"I forgive you, sweetheart. Now give me a hug, " she said, and Bobby wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.

"That's a good boy. Now c'mon. Show mommy how you wanted to cross the signal of your toy car using your computer, okay?"

Bobby brightened. "Okay!"

That's it for today. Enjoy!

Thank you

E.V.