Chapter 5

As soon as the communications officer informed the Tallest that there was an incoming transmission from Zim, they flinched. “Didn’t he just call us last week??” Purple almost yelled, raising his arms in the air. Red narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Yes.” Purple signaled the officer to put Zim on. “Greetings, my Tallest! I am calling you because I have a request!” Zim said. Red pulled his hand down his face in annoyance. “Let me guess, you want more battle tanks already,” he replied. “Er…no my Tallest, although I could use another one about now,” Zim hinted hopefully. He then said, “However, the disgusting rain has been quite a burden, as I have told you not too long ago. I need some of those new Advanced Rubber Suits to protect myself from the rain.” The Tallest merely looked at each other and blinked. Red imagined Zim trying to make his own rubber suit and having it blow in his face. Purple was thinking about turning Zim into a giant donut since he was hungry at the moment. Since they both didn’t want Zim to obtain protective gear of any kind, Red fabricated a lie. “Sorry Zim, but those suits were redesigned to shield Invaders from…radishes,” he said. Zim quirked an eye in confusion. “Radishes?” Zim asked. Red answered, “Yeah, we don’t know what those are either but they sure are deadly, right Purple?” “Oh yes!” Purple burst out excitedly. “You’ll have to make one of your own suits Zim,” Red said nodding. Sighing, Zim saluted and said, “Well, thanks for the radish warning I guess. Invader Zim sighing off!” When the screen turned to black again, the Tallest couldn’t hold in their laughter any longer. “This calls for a snack party!” They yelled.

Meanwhile Dib found a few old pairs of nylon socks and went back to the list. Aloud he thought, “The next ingredient is cheesecake!?”

Chapter 6

Dib groaned in frustration; he realized that he’d have to go to the store and buy cheesecake himself. “I wonder if this formula is a rip-off. I mean I did find it on the Internet. I need money too. Maybe Gaz will lend me some of hers,” Dib sighed knowing the chances of that. “In a million years maybe,” he added. He found Gaz on the couch playing her usual Game Slave while watching Bloaty’s Pizza Hog commercials. He stepped in front of the TV. Bad idea. Gaz seethed with rage and roared menacingly. “I WAS WATCHING THAT YOU LUNKHEAD! MOVE OR SUFFER MY WRATH!” Fire rose from behind her as she glared at him. Dib gulped and hurriedly jumped out of her way. The fire disappeared instantly. “Er, sorry about that, but can ya’ loan me some money?” Dib asked nervously. Gaz shrugged and handed twenty dollars to Dib. “Buy me “Vampire Piggies from the Underworld Series 4” for my GS2 and all shall be forgiven,” she said. Dib stared at the money his sister had given him. “But I need this to buy cheesecake, not your stupid game,” Dib explained. Gaz gave him a scathing look and fire emerged from behind her once more…

Zim paced his lab several times and Gir grew dizzy of watching. “I don’t have the materials to make rubber! I should but I don’t! Gir, I am at a loss of what to do! Give me IDEAS!!” Gir decided to play Follow-the-Leader and paced around like his master. It wasn’t long before Zim noticed this and he yelled, “This is not the time for play Gir! How can you be happy when I have no way of leaving my base??” Gir spun in a circle. “You need to lighten up masta’ and throw mud all over the ceiling and your little ship! It’d make you happy!” “You’re a genius!” Zim said to Gir excitedly; the robot giggled and continued spinning. “I can get paste by going to that store in my voot! Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner!?” Zim put on his disguise, ran off to his cruiser, and hopped inside with Gir. With that, he flew it to the store.