Oh my goodness, what is this? A new chapter? Really? Could it be possible? Well, I got sudden inspiration for the story, so enjoy. Also, I need practice proofreading if I wish to survive English Honors next year.

THIS IS IN NO WAY A ZADR!

Dib kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, his hands in his coat pockets, and a light breeze ruffling though his scythe-like hair. The sky was getting dark, and dark clouds were quickly out numbering the light fluffy ones. His mind was buried in thoughts, but like most skool children, those thoughts were not about school at all.

”Why would Zim just give up like that?” he said aloud, “ I mean, it’s ZIM! Even when he fails he still claims he won in some stupid way or another. Something must be up. It has to be a trick of some sort, to get me to trust him. But I won’t let him get to m- GAH!”

Dib’s monologue was cut short as hit head first into a mailbox. He tumbled to the ground, head throbbing, and the contents of his backpack scattering everywhere. Papers and folders were caught up in the breeze and drifted away in different directions. Dib blinked before jumping to his feet, chasing after the mess of papers. “Wait! No! I need those!” Efforts in vein, Dib slumped onto the curb.

“Well this is just great. There goes my homework and half my evidence on Zim,” He stood and retrieved his backpack and continued down the sidewalk. “What am I going to show the Swollen Eyeball? I’ll get kicked out for sure this time,”

Thunder crashed, and a single drop of rain fell down on Dib’s forehead, quickly followed by a downpour of rain and hail. Dib sighed and put his empty backpack over his head. “This just isn’t my day,”

A few blocks later, Dib trenched up the walk to the front door, the mud in his boots making loud squishy noises. He opened the door and welcomed the warmth. He kicked off his muddy shoes and dropped his backpack before lying back on the couch and turning on the TV. “Gaz! Hey, Gaz are you home?” he yelled up the stairs and over an Acne Blast commercial.

“Be quiet!” Came her reply as she stepped down the stairs, her face buried in her GameSlave 2 and fingers working away at the controls. She walked into the kitchen and yelled, “Dib! We’re out of Franken Chokeys!”

”What do you want me to do about it?” Dib yelled back over the TV.

Gaz walked back into the living room, her game paused, and glaring. “Do, DO? What I want you to DO is go to the store and buy another box of Franken Chokeys, or I will unleash a pain unlike any other known form of pain onto your big stinking head!”

Dib glanced out the window. Sure enough, it was still pouring down cats and dogs. “Gaz, it’s pouring outside! Can’t you wait until tomorrow to get your precious cereal?”

Gaz growled, “Apparently you don’t appreciate your head too much,” She clenched her fist.

”Fine! Fine! I’ll go get your cereal? Are you happy?” Dib ran over and wrung his coat before pulling it back on, and stepped back into his boots.

Gaz shook her shoulders and went back to her game.
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Dib held his coat between his arms as he fought against the wind. The store was only a few blocks away, but with the storm the walk felt five times as long.

Dib felt his glasses slip off his nose. He yelped and grabbed them just in time. He slipped them into his pocket as he kept walking. The store was just in site.

A tiny bell rang as Dib entered. A clerk in an apron, paper hat, and large smile offered him a leaflet of coupons, which he rejected. He wanted to make this trip as short as possible so he didn’t miss too much of Mysterious Mysteries, even if it was a rerun.

He made his way to the cereal isle, and grabbed the last box of Franken Chokeys.

“There,” he mumbled as me made his way around pile of Breakfast Chunks, “I hope Gaz is happy,”

“NO GIR! DON’T EAT THAT FILTH!”

Dib stopped in his tracks, almost falling over an old lady with a shopping cart. “That sounded like Zim!” He climbed to the top of the isle, and sure enough there was Zim and his green-doggy companion, who had a watermelon in his mouth and was sucking on it loudly. A few shoppers stopped and looked at the scene, before rolling away with their carts.

”GIR! I am your master and I command you to put the melon down at once!” Zim ordered, pointing at the dysfunctional robot. He turned towards a passerby yelling, “We’re normal!”

“Mhhmgrph mrhuh!” GIR choked, before swallowing the melon whole. He gagged a little, and burped up some pink bubbles before squeaking loudly.

Zim put a hand to his forehead and sighed, “Gir, we are stuck at this filthy store until the rain passes, and I would prefer if we remained unnoticed!” Zim scolded.

GIR nodded before yelling, “PIGGIES!” and squeaked off to a box of pigs labeled fresh pork. Zim ran off after him, not noticing Dib.

“Why do they sell pigs in a grocery store?” Dib wondered as he walked towards the register. He decided not to confront Zim. Though it was a perfect opportunity, he was still unsure about the whole truce thing. And it was best not to keep his sister waiting. He checked out, and walked back out into the storm.

”At least it’s not hailing anymore,” Dib shrugged and he fought the wind back to his house. “Hey, wait a minute, why was Zim stuck at the grocery store? Doesn’t he have a space ship or something to fly back home? And didn’t he build up some sort of gluey tolerance to water?” he said aloud as he walked into the living room.

"Why do you have a head?" Gaz snickered from the kitchen.

He took off his boots and coat and walked into the kitchen, leaving the Franken Chokeys on the counter. Gaz took the cereal and poured herself a bowl.

”Hey, Gaz, isn’t it weird that Zim was at the grocery store?”

”Maybe he wanted groceries,” she rolled her eyes.

”No, really, Zim hasn’t been acting normal today. Ever since he missed school yesterday he’s been acting strange,” Dib poured himself a glass of water from the tap.

”Since when does Zim act normal?” Gaz scoffed and ate her cereal.

”Oh, you know what I mean. Something weird is going on, and I want to find out what,”