IZ Playtime
Blog Entry: IZ Playtime
Blog Entry: IZ Playtime
Zim sighed and sank against the living room chair, watching the smeets run around excitedly. He barely glanced up as a wad of bills were shoved at his face. “Do you mind?”
“I need you to go pick up some things at the mall for me, while I head to the doctors.”
The irken grunted in irritation, pushing the cash from his face. “Pick it up yourself.” He had been run ragged by those insolent smeets all day the other day, and he was still</i> tired. The last thing he wanted to do was be stuck looking after the little bundles of misery all day.
“Did you not hear me? I have to go to the doctors.” He rapped the alien dominantly with the money, who emitted a warning growl in response. “Take the kids, I'm sure they'd enjoy it.” He smiled fondly, watching GIR and Talia rough house in the corner. “They've been good for the past week.”
“Minus the cookie incident,” Zim muttered, punching the couch cushion to make it a bit more comfortable. “For irk's sake, smeets and their cookies!” he said crossly.
Dib had to smirk a bit at his friend, a teasing sparkle in his eye. “Oh, I'm sure you gave your Mameen quite the heck when you were a smeet too – all kids do.”
Immediately, Zim turned his head to hide an embarrassed flush. Oh, he remembered the many times he and his sister tried to sneak cookies, and the oh-so-many times it had resulted in time over their Mum's lap with her horrible spoon. “Fine,” he sneered, “ya got me there.” Insolent human....</i> “How long will the doctor appointment be?” He snorted, holding in a laugh. “Are they examining your huge head? Trying to find out what medical condition is it you have that makes it so big?” He did</i> laugh as the human angrily hurled a pillow at his face.
“Oh, you kill me, Zim,” Dib said sourly, handing him some extra seed money for the kids.
“That can</i> be arranged if you please,” the irken grinned. “I have my trusty wooden spoon to beat your giant head to death with. It isn't just for naughty smeets, you know.” He grinned in amusement at the mental image of splattering Dib's brains all over the Condo walls with his “deadly weapon.”
“Oh, shut your mouth,” Dib sneered. “And take the kids to the mall already; it closes in a couple hours.”
Talia giggled as she turned to GIR, amethyst orbs sparkling with the usual toddler mischief, as she and the young robot calculated the aim of their quilt over the couch.
“On the count of three,” GIR whispered to her, trying to gain control of his mass giggle fit long enough to not</i> give them away. “One....two....THREE!” And they attacked, giving high pitched battle cries and pelting Zim with the quilt – who promptly tumbled to the floor with the little ones on his back.
“Augh – augh!” Zim yelped, vision obsecured by the bright magenta fibers of the quilt. “What are you doing?</i>”
Talia playfully swatted his head and tugged at his antennae from over the quilt. “Yer'n evul sh'rk, 'n we gett'n you!”
“I am in no ways a shark!” Zim exclaimed, trying to pry the kids off</i>his head. “Get off!”
“Get the shark!” GIR sang, bonking his distressed master on the head with one of the cushions. “Get the sharky!”
“Enough!” Zim finally exploded, tearing the quilt off his head and causing the two startled kids to tumble off him. “I am NOT A SHARK.</i>” He glowered in chagrin when he saw their sad blue and purple eyes look up to him glossily, before dropping their gaze to the ground and away from his. Averting his own gaze and towards the heaven, he rolled his eyes. I. Loathe. My. Self....</i> “......I'm a great big sea monster!</i>” He whisked the quilt off the ground and held it out wide towards them, like great big choppers.
GIR and Talia uttered shrill squeals of surprise and delight, scrambling to get some aimo to fight the “sea monster.” Fingers curled around the pillow and hurriedly hurled as many couch cushions as there was, and that they could grab; that was a lot.
Zim laughed, amused at their futile efforts with the cushions. “Nice try, smeets, but Zim is immune to pillow attacks!”
The children ceased fire and exchanged questionable looks, unsure what to do next. They both smirked at the same times, turning to the irken, seeming to have the same idea. “.....What about tickle</i> attacks?”
The alien scoffed offhandedly, rolling his eyes. “Of course I...waitaminute, what!?” He snapped his head back over towards them, unsettled by their devilish plotting grins. “No!</i> GIR?” He warned, also trying to glare at Talia. “Don't you-” Zim barely had a chance to move out of the way as both kids dove at him, missing him by only an inch.
“Get'm!” Talia squealed, disreguarding the cushions and only concentrating on trying to capture the runaway irken now.
They tackled the alien to the ground, and GIR firmly sat on his master's back. Zim could do nothing but flail helplessly. “GIR! If you know what's good for you, you will get off now.</i>” If there was one thing that Zim should have realized, it was that he wasn't in the best position to be giving threats.
GIR giggled, barely dragging a claw over his master's side, watching Zim jump and squirm under the touch. “We gonna play first.”
“Ah! Nye-nye-nye-nye!” Zim squeaked, sounding like a Chinese chipmunk. He kicked his legs in desperation, hoping he could just kick instead of laugh. “Don't!” He flinched to the right when he felt GIR skitter his claws over his stomach and under his arms. “A-ha! Don't!” Zim laughed, struggling hard and trying to push GIR's claws away. “GIHIR, noooooo!”
Talia giggled, joining in on tickling the poor irken, moving to his sides.
Zim howled, attempting to curl himself in as much as he could to protect the sensitive tickle spots. “Ple-heeeeeeease! Talia, no!” He was getting breathless. “I'm gonna dahaha-iiie!” He disoriently attempted to grab at their hands, but always ended up retreating them back to cover the vulnerable skin before succeeding. “Hahahaha! It tickles!” Zim laughed, struggling with tears in his eyes.
“It's s'pposed to,” GIR laughed, tickling his master beneath the arms, watching the irken jerk and squeal under the tickly hold.
“GIR – HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Not able to run or kick – due to Talia now holding down his arms – Zim could only laugh and writhe and plead, afraid he might die before they stopped. “Nyuu-huu! No more!” he laughed. “P-please!!”
They didn't let up, seemign to have picked up his merciless traits.
With a ferocious and playful growl, Zim sprung out from under the stung toddler and robot with his spider legs, grabbing Talia by the ankle with one of them and tossing her up into his arms, before doing the same with GIR. He sat down on the ground and firmly trapped them in his lap; oh, they looked shocked. “You're both DOOMED now,” Zim grinned at the scared kids, pulling up the front of Talia's jade sweater and positioning GIR so his belly was an easy reach. “My Mameen taught me some superior and AMAZING tickle techniques,” he smirked, starting out with a very slow tickle to Talia's bare tummy.
The toddler shrieked, squirming and kicking. “Naha! Br'ther Ziiim!”
“I need you to go pick up some things at the mall for me, while I head to the doctors.”
The irken grunted in irritation, pushing the cash from his face. “Pick it up yourself.” He had been run ragged by those insolent smeets all day the other day, and he was still</i> tired. The last thing he wanted to do was be stuck looking after the little bundles of misery all day.
“Did you not hear me? I have to go to the doctors.” He rapped the alien dominantly with the money, who emitted a warning growl in response. “Take the kids, I'm sure they'd enjoy it.” He smiled fondly, watching GIR and Talia rough house in the corner. “They've been good for the past week.”
“Minus the cookie incident,” Zim muttered, punching the couch cushion to make it a bit more comfortable. “For irk's sake, smeets and their cookies!” he said crossly.
Dib had to smirk a bit at his friend, a teasing sparkle in his eye. “Oh, I'm sure you gave your Mameen quite the heck when you were a smeet too – all kids do.”
Immediately, Zim turned his head to hide an embarrassed flush. Oh, he remembered the many times he and his sister tried to sneak cookies, and the oh-so-many times it had resulted in time over their Mum's lap with her horrible spoon. “Fine,” he sneered, “ya got me there.” Insolent human....</i> “How long will the doctor appointment be?” He snorted, holding in a laugh. “Are they examining your huge head? Trying to find out what medical condition is it you have that makes it so big?” He did</i> laugh as the human angrily hurled a pillow at his face.
“Oh, you kill me, Zim,” Dib said sourly, handing him some extra seed money for the kids.
“That can</i> be arranged if you please,” the irken grinned. “I have my trusty wooden spoon to beat your giant head to death with. It isn't just for naughty smeets, you know.” He grinned in amusement at the mental image of splattering Dib's brains all over the Condo walls with his “deadly weapon.”
“Oh, shut your mouth,” Dib sneered. “And take the kids to the mall already; it closes in a couple hours.”
Talia giggled as she turned to GIR, amethyst orbs sparkling with the usual toddler mischief, as she and the young robot calculated the aim of their quilt over the couch.
“On the count of three,” GIR whispered to her, trying to gain control of his mass giggle fit long enough to not</i> give them away. “One....two....THREE!” And they attacked, giving high pitched battle cries and pelting Zim with the quilt – who promptly tumbled to the floor with the little ones on his back.
“Augh – augh!” Zim yelped, vision obsecured by the bright magenta fibers of the quilt. “What are you doing?</i>”
Talia playfully swatted his head and tugged at his antennae from over the quilt. “Yer'n evul sh'rk, 'n we gett'n you!”
“I am in no ways a shark!” Zim exclaimed, trying to pry the kids off</i>his head. “Get off!”
“Get the shark!” GIR sang, bonking his distressed master on the head with one of the cushions. “Get the sharky!”
“Enough!” Zim finally exploded, tearing the quilt off his head and causing the two startled kids to tumble off him. “I am NOT A SHARK.</i>” He glowered in chagrin when he saw their sad blue and purple eyes look up to him glossily, before dropping their gaze to the ground and away from his. Averting his own gaze and towards the heaven, he rolled his eyes. I. Loathe. My. Self....</i> “......I'm a great big sea monster!</i>” He whisked the quilt off the ground and held it out wide towards them, like great big choppers.
GIR and Talia uttered shrill squeals of surprise and delight, scrambling to get some aimo to fight the “sea monster.” Fingers curled around the pillow and hurriedly hurled as many couch cushions as there was, and that they could grab; that was a lot.
Zim laughed, amused at their futile efforts with the cushions. “Nice try, smeets, but Zim is immune to pillow attacks!”
The children ceased fire and exchanged questionable looks, unsure what to do next. They both smirked at the same times, turning to the irken, seeming to have the same idea. “.....What about tickle</i> attacks?”
The alien scoffed offhandedly, rolling his eyes. “Of course I...waitaminute, what!?” He snapped his head back over towards them, unsettled by their devilish plotting grins. “No!</i> GIR?” He warned, also trying to glare at Talia. “Don't you-” Zim barely had a chance to move out of the way as both kids dove at him, missing him by only an inch.
“Get'm!” Talia squealed, disreguarding the cushions and only concentrating on trying to capture the runaway irken now.
They tackled the alien to the ground, and GIR firmly sat on his master's back. Zim could do nothing but flail helplessly. “GIR! If you know what's good for you, you will get off now.</i>” If there was one thing that Zim should have realized, it was that he wasn't in the best position to be giving threats.
GIR giggled, barely dragging a claw over his master's side, watching Zim jump and squirm under the touch. “We gonna play first.”
“Ah! Nye-nye-nye-nye!” Zim squeaked, sounding like a Chinese chipmunk. He kicked his legs in desperation, hoping he could just kick instead of laugh. “Don't!” He flinched to the right when he felt GIR skitter his claws over his stomach and under his arms. “A-ha! Don't!” Zim laughed, struggling hard and trying to push GIR's claws away. “GIHIR, noooooo!”
Talia giggled, joining in on tickling the poor irken, moving to his sides.
Zim howled, attempting to curl himself in as much as he could to protect the sensitive tickle spots. “Ple-heeeeeeease! Talia, no!” He was getting breathless. “I'm gonna dahaha-iiie!” He disoriently attempted to grab at their hands, but always ended up retreating them back to cover the vulnerable skin before succeeding. “Hahahaha! It tickles!” Zim laughed, struggling with tears in his eyes.
“It's s'pposed to,” GIR laughed, tickling his master beneath the arms, watching the irken jerk and squeal under the tickly hold.
“GIR – HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Not able to run or kick – due to Talia now holding down his arms – Zim could only laugh and writhe and plead, afraid he might die before they stopped. “Nyuu-huu! No more!” he laughed. “P-please!!”
They didn't let up, seemign to have picked up his merciless traits.
With a ferocious and playful growl, Zim sprung out from under the stung toddler and robot with his spider legs, grabbing Talia by the ankle with one of them and tossing her up into his arms, before doing the same with GIR. He sat down on the ground and firmly trapped them in his lap; oh, they looked shocked. “You're both DOOMED now,” Zim grinned at the scared kids, pulling up the front of Talia's jade sweater and positioning GIR so his belly was an easy reach. “My Mameen taught me some superior and AMAZING tickle techniques,” he smirked, starting out with a very slow tickle to Talia's bare tummy.
The toddler shrieked, squirming and kicking. “Naha! Br'ther Ziiim!”