More questions? I have the answers! … Maybe… and only if it applies to this story. Caz, Zac and Shadow are NOT babysitting because the Tallests sent MORTAL IRKEN ELITES and they have GODLY STUFF TO DO. Plus, Shadow might have tried to eat the guards and that would have been bad… So, I hope that clears up a few things. That and if you haven't read the first Eclipse, DO SO. I WILL keep reminding you because that has all of the beginning stuff!
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GIR had the base all to himself. This was a rare occasion. He had to celebrate. Unfortunately, he had stumbled upon an old running of 'BraveHeart' while watching TV and had been bombarded by the Scotts fighting the Brits. And GIR did like the color blue…
Needless to say, GIR had massed together his army of gerbils and hamsters down in the lower base after having watched the movie, confused as to why the little puddles of burnt green pudding hadn't enjoyed the movie with him. But now, the little robot had to ban his vermin soldiers together for a fight against the green puddles, for making GIR sad when they did not talk back to him.
The little robot was mounted upon his rabbit, riding in front of the 'soldiers', inspecting them. On top of having got into Eleven's special stash of finger paints, to be used on very special occasions, GIR had also rustled through ZiM favorite guns and had ducked-taped most of the weapons onto his army. The smaller lasers had maybe two or three rodents attached, while the larger weapons requiring maybe a PAK to keep it steady were covered in a moving, furry coat of squeaking vermin. None of the hamsters or gerbils could move very well due to the weight.
GIR rode in front of his laser-mounted hamster-gerbil army, a ladle and pot pan as his choice of weapons, "Today, good furry squeakings, I was made sad by green pudding. The green pudding did nah like the movie on the TV an' so the green pudding must be vacuumed and sautéed in a Chinese plum sauce."
A flurry of squeaks responded in unison, so the little robot continued, "The Chinese plum sauce will be made bitter, cause the green pudding don't deserve a nice sauce, an' they will be given stale cheesy-breads from five weeks ago, that still be hidin' under Master ZiM's bed where I done hid it so Master ZiM would never find it."
Another roar of squeaks resounded throughout the army.
GIR nodded, "Some of us won't make it… Others will tell the story of the night green pudding was tracked in the house like cats in a knapsack."
The final roar of squeaks that GIR was met with sealed the deal. The army was pumped and ready for action, so he pointed his rodents towards the elevator.
"For the knapsaaaaack!" GIR hollered, his rabbit hopping tiredly to the elevator doors.
The rest of the vermin did their best to follow, most barely able to drag themselves a few feet before they were too tired to move. Most of the army managed to cram themselves into the little elevator along with their leader, lasers and all.
When the doors of the elevator finally closed, GIR settled down, waiting for the computers to take them to the house floor. The little robot's favorite song was playing on the elevator radio and he started humming along to it. Some of the other hamsters and gerbils found it a catchy tune and so squeaked along with their leader. This helped to build their moral and soon, the entire elevator was filled with happily squeak-humming rodents and one robot.
The doors once again opened, this time to present GIR and his vermin army to the house floor, where the rodents 'ran' out first and the little robot pointed his ladle menacingly at the three piles of green pudding out in the living room, "Attack! For the knapsack!"
Laser fire suddenly burned through holes in the walls and ceiling, coming from the rodent's duct tape-mounted guns. Their aim was less than deplorable. But GIR could live with that. He thought it was the best distraction his army could give while he made the final blows on these evil piles of green pudding.
GIR leapt from his rabbit, which quickly realized it was no longer carrying the weight of its master and passed out on the floor, and smacked his ladle on one of the piles. The little robot looked angry when his weapon suddenly became caught in the goop and struggled to pull it out as best as he could.
Triumph over took GIR when he was rewarded with the freedom to wave the ladle once more… and when he also pulled out a strange looking stick from the pile. The little robot took the stick, which was stick covered in green pudding, and examined it. The stick was blessed with three pointies at the top, one smaller than the other two, and it was long, so smacking people with it from a distance was a bonus. That and it appeared that the stick was made up of a bunch of stick combined! … This had to be the green pudding's weapon of choice!
GIR gasped, eyes red, "AHA! You are now defenseless! Prepare, green goo, for the pain unleashed will hurt longer than just two days!" and the robot proceeded to smack the green pudding pile with its own weapon.
Seeing as the door was wide open and it looked like GIR had already started to cause mayhem without someone to keep him in check, Dib just walked right in, ducking laser fire that just happened to fly towards him and being careful not to crush and hamsters or gerbils.
"GIR?" he called out over the battle, "Hey, GIR, it's Dib, ZiM told me to come and get you!"
GIR stopped smacking the green pudding and looked over at Dib, "Civilian!" he pounced onto Dib's face, landing the human onto the floor as the robot stood on top of his head, protecting him, "Fear not! My army will have you safely transported! I hope you like tomatoes!"
Dib let out a displeased whine and tried to get up, "GIR, not now! Let me up, this is crazy as usual!"
GIR suddenly started giggling in a craze and proceeded to smack the closest green pudding pile with the other pile's weapon of choice. Dib stared at the stick and screamed, yanking it from the little robot's hold and tossing it into the kitchen.
GIR looked sad as he watched it fly away from him, "Aww, why you make it go all sad into there?"
The human scooped GIR up, shaking as he realized what he had just touched, and took the ladle and pot pan from him, "It, ahh… had a dinner date with the queen of sprinkles, GIR. It was very late for it, too."
The little robot nodded, for this seemed reasonable, "That is true. It did need to leave at a good time."
"Now GIR," Dib continued, "I need you to end what you're doing here, all right? We need to go out and have a little fun and see ZiM. Is this O.K.? Can you stop what you're doing so we can leave and have awesome fun, GIR?"
GIR gave Dib a big nod, "Yes! For the battle has been won! No longer is the pain of sadness within my poor, little lentil soup can!"
The little robot screamed briefly and the hamsters and gerbils stopped moving, attention on him.
He spoke with fervor, "Friends, family, friends of family and the hamster known as Steve… we have won the battle! The war will never come against the green puddings and tonight… we dine…" he pointed to where Dib threw the stick, "IN THE KITCHEEEEEN!"
The vermin army squeaked excitedly and hurried into the kitchen, nibbling everything within sight. GIR would have joined him, but Dib quickly offered him the alternative of a piggyback ride, which the little robot accepted. Their first stop would be Dib's house, so that they could take Tak's ship and meet the Massive at a later period of time. The human walked quickly from the house and didn't look back, still trying to get over the feeling of what he had taken away from GIR.
Because the 'stick' GIR had been holding hadn't been a stick, it was an arm. And the 'green pudding piles' he had raged war on weren't green pudding piles. They had been the three Elites guarding the smeet.
Dib bit his lip nervously. He wasn't given details on what Reep had done to get the smeet from them, but he had never seen Irken weaponry melt flesh to such a degree in his whole time studying ZiM. Dib could only hope that when he helped ZiM face Reep, he wasn't given the same treatment the three Elites were given.
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*is tired* … *knows it is late* … … … *needs to get to bed* … *for some reason the cat is hiding under the bed and his breathing sounds like a strained squeak of cuteness which is creepy at this time of night* … *wants you to R&R* ^^