Growing up, learning, being alive,
It really is boring.
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The house right besides mine was a slim yet tall, green house with a purple roof and door, which looks like one of those men's bathroom doors. It has a satel...
My eyes trace around the room to see my parents talking with another couple…. And Zim's robot parents.
Imma need them to stay away from the plot.
Sighing, I walked over to them, snuggling my way up to standing right next to Zim.
“Sports aren't everything. I'm sure your boy will find... something he's good at.” The robodad thoughtfully says.
“That's true.” The husband of the couple answers. “Hey! Try one of these cookies! My wife made them!”
My parents take one, as well as RoboDad.
“Thanks, Ted!” He eats it, but then grabs his stomach with a look of pain on his face.
Mrs. Slunchy nervously squints while Ted Slunchy just looks angry.
The RoboMom looked down at him, “Oh no. Honey, is it-”
“Yup! DIARRHEAAAAAaaaaaa...!”
Many parents and a few students look in our direction.
“I have just the thing for that!” RoboMom lifts a cup of punch and splashes it in RoboDad's face.
He wheels backward into a wall and sparks shoot out of him.
RoboMom turns to face Mrs. Slunchy. “Who DOES your hair?” she starts poking Mrs. Slunchy so hard that it leaves marks.
“Yeah… no…” Mother mutter, backing away from the violence.
Zim rushes up, “Mom, I think we should go home now!”
RoboMom turns around to face Zim. Mrs. Slunchy goes into her husband's arms.
“Don't tell me what to do young man! You go to your room!” RoboMom picks Zim up and drops him in the bowl of punch.
Cringing, I grabbed a few napkins, as he hopped out of the bowl, soaking.
Dib dumps a cup of punch over Zim's head.
Zim opens his mouth about to snap (the sound of a machine accompanied it), only to close it hearing his robot father running into the wall over and over again.
“Hey, is your dad feeling well?” One of the teachers ask.
“Yes, he's perfectly fine.”
An electric volt runs from RoboDad's feet to his left arm. His left arm shoots off and flies through the air where it lands right by Mr. Elliot's feet.
It wriggles around.
Mr. Elliot screams.
With a snort, I leaned over hugging my stomach as I laughed harshly at the scene.
“Nothing to worry about! My dad lost his arm in the, uh, THE WAR!” Zim explains.
RoboDad falls onto his knees, “That was my squeezin' arm.”
I opened my mouth, mouthing the memorable words.
“THEY TOOK MY SQUEEZING ARM! WHY MY SQUEEZING ARM?!” RoboDad screams.
The sound of Mrs. Slunchy's screams was heard again.
“Quit pokin' my mom's head!”
Zim grabs RoboDad by the arm and drags him along over to where RoboMom is poking Mrs. Slunchy again.
“Look, mom, we really have to go! Please. Now, please!”
He sounds so stressed. My poor baby.
“Honey, you're upset!”
“Yes! And I want to go home!”
“I know what'll cheer you up.” The RoboParents start river dancing.
With a sigh, I leaned down to Zim's hight. “Pretend you're hurt.” I whisper out.
He glances me over before turning back to this robots.
“Uck, mom, dad. I think I've broken my spine! My spine!” Zim screams and then pants.
His robots stop dancing rolling over to him “Awe, honey. I think it's time we took you home.”
Zim's eyes widen. RoboMom picks him up and holds him in a cradling position. Zim grins, but that grin fades when he realizes the RoboParent's legs are turning into jetpacks.
The RoboParents flew away, blasting through the window.
