Tak turned her head as she heard the door open, smiling at her family and even Zim. She had already wrapped her gifts and was placing them under the tree. It was scenic, really. The fireplace had been lit, with Dib and Gaz's picture on the mantle. Decorations had been set to a cliche traditional christmas. Tak was glad of her choice and would celebrate with her new tribe tonight, but she'll wait on telling them about their mother.
"Wow, Tak, you did all this?" Gaz asked amazed.
"Well, I had help..." Tak pointed to the robots, Spike, and Mini-Moose. Gir was riding Spike, while Mimi pretended she was tied to a train (I dunno) Mini-Moose, who was not much for playing, pretended to be the bad guy.
"How'd you do that? I ask Gir to do something and not only does he do the opposite, but nearly ends up on the news!" Zim was baffled, and miffed Gir obeyed Tak, and not him.
"I bribed them..."
"Wow, Tak, you've been busy..." Dib sat down on the floor next to her. ,"What made you want to do all this?"
"Just wanted my first christmas to be a good one," Tak snuggled to Dib, feeling bad for not telling him everything.
"EEEeeewww, you're both disgusting.. stop doing that... STUFF." Zim yelled, acting like he just saw his parents necking. Tak laughed.
"Dib, it's your turn to cook tonight."
"No, it's Gaz's turn..." Dib debated before Tak grabbed his face.
"No... Gaz is sick... and we have sick guest that needs a healthy supper for as well... and I did all that shopping, too." Dib got the message and smiled.
As Dib looked over the contents of the grocery bags, his demented smile got wider. Broccoli, brussul sprouts, spinach, prunes, and the rest was mostly undidentifiable. He and Tak had a secret stash of snacks from Gaz,and he'll give Gaz soup... But Zim does need his strength. Laughing maniacially, dib chopped the vegatebles and placed them in a boiling pot. He had no idea what he was making, but it was god awful.
Gaz was lounging on the couch, playing her GS, as Zim was talking to her about his 'amazingness'.
"And that's how Zim stopped the hijackers with his cleverness." He rambled on non-chalantly, flexing a muscle and sniffing."
"Zim, don't make me repeat myself..." She hissed, but he continued his 'swooning'.
"Yes, I am great, but that's no reason to be intimadated. I assure you,you are very worthy of Zim..." Before Gaz could release all hell on Zim, Dib called everyone to dinner. Or rather came out with two bowls. He handed one to Gaz, chicken soup, then Zim the bowl of whatever it was. Zim eyed it while Gaz started to eat hers.
"You don't expect me to eat this, do you?" Zim asked surprised.
"Soup helps colds sometimes."
"But can't I have Gaz's?" Zim whined, catching Tak's attention.
"Your soup helps invaders grow stronger..." Tak started while Dib went back to the kitchen to laugh.,"Big and strong..."
"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A SMEET!" Zim yelled out, as he finnally cracked. (Red owes Purple $50) Gaz spit out her soup and began laughing as well. Zim turned a dark green and ran and hid in a dark corner of the house.
"Ruined... all ruined... maybe I should just press the self-destruct button now.." Zim sat in a dark room, leading to the light tower, sulking.
"I FINDED YOU!" Gir screeched joyfully, hugging his master's head.
"So you did..." Zim sighed. This was just perfect. He's living the most humilating moment that ever existed.
"Whatsa matta? Scary monkey flinged poo again, that happens to me alot." Gir looked up at Zim, making Zim feel a little guilty for being impatient with him.
"What?... uh,no... you wouldn'tunderstand." Zim sighed rubbing the sir unit's head.
"I mights... pweeaze?" Zim twitched at the cuteness, but decided to tell Gir, if not to make himself feel better,so he put it in terms Gir would understand.
"Gaz laughed at me."
"And it hurted you feelings?"
"I don't have feelings, but, yeah,I guess." Zim sighed.
"Once, I wanted to plays with Mimi... and she called me a detective..."
"Detective?" Zim asked, wondering if all sir units were so random.
"You noes... don't work right..." Gir seemed frustrated that Zim didn't understand.
"Oh! Defective... yeah, so?" Zim figured this must've been on Tak's first visit to Earth.
"And it made me sad... but then she plays with me and says she likes me, the way I am. And then we poked a dead possum we saw on the road... then Spike ate it..." Gir continued till Zim shook his head and hugged the crazy little monster. (aawww)
"You know Gir, you can be real smart at times... But then you nearly kill me, but I love you anyway." Zim laughed and went back to his peers, letting Gir ride on his shoulders.
"Done pouting?" Gaz looked up, even though she felt somewhat guilty for making Zim run out like that.
"Yes, Zim decided to forgive all of you, and show mercy as it is christmas... BE GRATEFUL." Zim gestured as Dib and Tak rolled their eyes.
Though the first night was rough, the next couple of days grew routine. They'd all wake up and have breakfast, Dib and Zim glaring at eachother through every bite as Gaz and Tak rolled their eyes at their childishness. Mimi, Gir, Spike, and Mini-Moose were usually found outside playing despite the frigid air. And not even a cold could curb Zim's attraction for Gaz. He hit on her every chance he got, despite the bloodshot eyes, running nose, and threat of germs.
Tak and Dib, seeing this with great dismay, decided to put Zim to good use while they had him. So giving Gaz a paintbrush, they sent her to tempt him into manual labor.
Tak was quiet pleased with the indigo color she had picked, even though the room was only halfway done it already looked wonderful. Zim was using his spiderlegs to reach the ceiling, painting over the chipped plaster. Dib, on a ladder, glared in slight envy.
Zim saw this and huffed. What did he do now? Dib turned back to his work as Zim was about to go back to his when an idea struck him. His tentacle appendeges came out and took a smaller paintbrush, dipping it in paint, before crawling over to Dib's head. All Dib felt was something cold, he jumped at looked at Zim.
"What'd he do?"
Tak and Gaz, who had not been paying attention, shrugged. Dib sighed and turned around. They broke out in fits of hysterics.
Dib whipped to them, "What? What's so funny?"
Tak was able to gain control and led Dib to the bathroom and handed him a mirror to look behind his head. There in Zim's neat writing was "Hello, I'm Mr. Asshole."
Dib just sighed as Zim and Gaz, wheezing, stood in the hall smiling. Scary thing was, he was getting used to these shenangins. Dib moped a bit, "...just peachy."
They walked back to Tak's room, giggling. Even Dib had to admit he would've done the same thing given the chance. Zim was there first, looking out the window.
"Well, are you just going to fool around Zim? Or should I get you a nice book so you can read there?" Dib spat.
Tak and Gaz smiled, picking up their brushes.
Zim sniffed as he watched the sir units and pets play, "They were outside the whole time, right?"
Gaz nodded, "We can hear Gir's screaching from here... besides we were only out of the room for a minute."
"Then..." Zim glanced up to the ceiling he had been painting. A large skeletal handprint ruining the white coat Zim had worked hard on, "Who did that?"
Tak was ready to accuse him of another practical joke until she turned around from her progress and looked at him. Zim was pale, holding out his gloved hand and counting off his three digits, comparing it to the large four digited one above. Regaining his composure, Zim shrugged, "Guess I'll just have to repaint it...DIB!"
Dib's eye twitched, "What did I do?"
A/N: Yes, it is complete, here's where you can read the whole thing .com/gallery/ but I'm editing it and making tweaks, seeing as it could use MUCH improvement...PLEASE DON'T READ THE SUCKY VERSION...not like this version doesn't suck