Let's do the time warp! (Dib & Gaz)

[membrane]

{|OH WE ALL KNOW I HATE MAKING CLOOOOSED THREADS! D': But they're in their own happy little dimension at the moment|}

Ah yea it was another wonderful day...FOR SCIENCE! The friend of the world known as Professor Membrane was actually home for a change with his children. There was a particular device he wanted to work on that Dib was actually helping him with. The teen's reasons for helping him were probably going to be something insane like wanting to see other universes and things of that nature so that he could `save them all from ALIEN invasions!` more than likely because `IT COULD REVOLUTIONIZE THE WAY WE ALL LIVE!` and let's not forget `All the lives, dad! ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE ABDUCTED BY ALIENS COULD BE SAVED! Think about it!` ....his poor insane son. Why couldn't that dead raising boy be more like his funny sister?! Still...even though he acted as though it would be better to shove him in what can be kindly called a `hug me coat`, he did love and care about his sone like a good father. Though the boy was actually his clone, still he treated his creations like children because that's exactly what they were to him!

Opening up the refrigerator in search of a drink, he narrowed his eyes for a moment before widening one of his goggle concealed optics. "Hmmmm...it seems like I must run to the store later and get more soda for Gaz...but where did I put my SUPER juice?!" He let his words drift off in a pondering manner for a moment up until he reached the last portion of his sentence which is where the scientist of sorts seemed a little frustrated and even emphasized the SUPER! Moving things around carefully within the confines of the refrigerator, there was some weird thing growing in there which made him want to yell at Dib. Mostly because he could of sworn he SPECIFICALLY told that boy no pretend science experiments in the family refrigerator and paranormal nonsense had to stay in his room! At least one of his children were obedient... Just staring at that...sad excuse of a science project...in the fridge made every single science loving fiber of his body cringe and churn in sheer disgust. Where oh WHERE did he go wrong?!

Clenching one of his hands into a fist, it was almost like he was trying to contain his anger but failing miserably...VERY miserably. "SOOOOOOON! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO PUT FAKE SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS IN THE FAMILY REFRIGERATOR?! HOW. MANY. TIIIIMES?!" Shouting out those words with obvious indications of his irritation toward all of these ridiculous antics throughout the years, that's when he took a moment to shake his fist and glare at the monstrosity `experiment`. Well that seemed to calm him right down! Pointing with his index finger, it was almost like his arm made a WOOSH noise as he directed the digit at the SUPER juice he made! Plus his eyes widened a bit as though he discovered that now one would ever follow in Santa's big fat jolly footsteps! "Ah...HA! There you are, SUPER JUICE! I'll need you to quench my thirst before going to the lab again!"

It was like he made a fancy new discovery or something while directing the tip of his finger toward the ceiling before grasping onto the glass bottle with a lovely glovedas freaking always hand. Carefully opening up the twist top he turned his back as though to leave how he actually drank from the bottle an ancient Chinese secret from the nonexistent camera showing his life to some people sitting around out there possibly disappointed that such a mystery would remain unsolved. Turning back around with a hand upon his hip and holding up the bottle while what looked like a surge of electricity traced the lightning bolt shape of his hair like it was a tesla coil or something before letting out his usual insanely sane mad scientist laughter he was known for every now and then. Adjusting his posture, the man with sky blue goggles tossed the bottle to the recycle droid and looked around before resting his hand upon his chin. There was something else missing...he wanted to spend a bit of time with his funny child...but he knew how she was with her games. What to do what to do...go to the lab and wait for his insane son or wait a moment to see if his funny daughter would show up out of the clear blue before going to the lab? Hmmmm....well that was definitely food for thought...

[gaz]

Gaz walked down the hallway, game in hand and eyes glues to the screen. This was the last boss and she will have beaten the game... again. They needed to come out with a new Game Slave already. And this time, they had better not run out. Though not entirely against it, it would be preferable to just come home and play rather than scare the ever living out of some kid again. She would do it again, of course, but it was just a bother to have to go through all of that.

Buttons continued to be pressed even as her father's voice drifted to her. She glanced from the small screen for a moment to see a small piece of him through the kitchen doorway. Apparently Dib had left something in the fridge for too long again. Those fake science experiments usually meant that something had rotted and shoved to the back of the fridge. Oh, yummy.

Just a few more hits and this monster would be killed dead! She hit the buttons furiously, glaring at the little characters on the screen. No one would be left alive once she was finished with it. Aaaand, there we go. The screen flashed GAME OVER. YOU WIN. Well, now she can continue her day.

Closing the portable game console, the petite teen walked through the kitchen door, placing the game on the table. Hi, Dad, She said quietly. Hey, look! She was almost sociable with someone! Granted it was just her father and in their home, but she was trying? Well, maybe. It could just be normal human programming kicking in to greet a parent. Well, whatever the reason, she had said it. It earned her half a point.

Going to the fridge, Gaz ignored the little mold baby in there and went for the milk. She wasn't going to be healthy, of course. She added a bowl to her items and filled it with cereal that was overloaded with sugar. She needed all the sugar she could get today. The teen had plans to sit in front of the TV all day and re-kick the butts of the zombie pigs. They would all die slow horrible deaths once she got started. There would be no survivors.

That reminded her, she would need refreshment from time to time while she played. Putting the milk back, she looked around for soda. Her eye twitched when she saw there was none. When did they run out of soda? .... Dib. We need soda, She growled quietly through clenched teeth. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She would not be mad at Dad, she would not be mad at Dad. He had done nothing and she would take it out on a certain giant head. Another deep breath and she sat down at the table to eat her cereal. She would keep her temper for five minutes.

[dib]

Ahhhhhh. Nothing like a nice cold Poop Cola to drink while working on an inter-dimensional viewing device. Dib slurped some more, exhaling as he looked back at the strange machine, smiling. This one wasn't that glitched prototype that would throw him into that nightmareish dimension inside his head, this one would work! Him and his dad had been working on it that day, in hopes of seeing what other worlds there might be out there.

Naturally, their reasoning for working on the thing were on two sides of the spectrum. While his Dad, the famous Professor Membrane, probably just wanted to expand on 'REAL' science and use it to advance technology around the world as they knew it, Dib had other ideas. Maybe there were dimensions that were full of ghosts and vampires, maybe, for once in his life, he could actually show his dad the very things he was called insane for. It was worth a shot. If anything, maybe there was something in there that could save them all from ALIEN invasions! All those people abducted by aliens could be saved! He'd watched one too many episodes of Starfence to be able to confidently assume that there wasn't some other alien race out there hellbent on enslaving other planets! Those aliens might actually be smart about things, what if their 'scout' wasn't like Zim and more like that freaky girl Tak? She had him fooled for days, and if Zim hadn't pointed her out, he would've never noticed until it was too late..

He shuddered, before turning to the machine with a screwdriver to keep working on the part that his father had told him to. Baffling, really, how he could do 'real' science on par with his dad when he decided to work on it. Sometimes he found himself talking too fast like his dad does, or pointing at things dramatically..

"SOOOOOOON! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO PUT FAKE SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS IN THE FAMILY REFRIGERATOR?! HOW. MANY. TIIIIMES?!"

Dib stopped working, putting down the can of Poop Cola before yelling at the ceiling. "IT'S NOT FAKE! IT'S A POSSESSED TWINKIE!" His expression seemed worrisome. "ITS ROTTING CORPSE IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING OUR SOULS FROM TURNING INTO HOSTESS FILLING!" It was true. He'd run in with the evil twinkie lord of doom, ruler of the evil twinkies that could possibly someday take over the world. They could survive nuclear bombs, you know! Anyway, he ran into the creamfilled ruler the other day when he tried to eat one of his minions. That very minion was the one in the fridge, rotting now.

"The stench of a dead comrad keeps the twinkie lord away.. If it's tampered with too much, we could all become.. Become.. PASTRIES!" He ranted, a worried shake in his voice.

He picked up the soda again, sipping it, before taking the wrench to that dastardly machine. He hoped his dad wouldn't mess with that thing, he'd managed to hide it behind the super juice for weeks so far..

"Maybe if I hide it behind the normal juice.." Dib said his thoughts aloud, as he did often.

[membrane]

Hearing his son's response to him, he couldn't help but look down and shake his head in dismay. So much insanity and craziness came out of his mouth and it didn't get any better when his foreign friend decided to move back to wherever he came from. Almost, just ALMOST he was so close to being certain that perhaps he'd stop freaking out as much when the boy with a skin condition from some far away part of the world left! No no no, that was almost too much to ask for...at least his fellow child with a lightning bolt hair shape had more time to spend working on real science...? "....my poor insane son. Before it was just off to save humanity at strange hours of the night and aliens but now it's....POSSESSED TWINKIES?!" At first he sounded a bit disappointed, but then when he announced POSSESSED TWINKIES he just sounded plain ol' shockingly upset! Narrowing his eyes in thought once more he moved his hand away from his chin just for a moment to clench it into a fist and shake it as though a certain someone was going to try bringing MORE magically rotting things into the refrigerator.

Glaring at the floor, letting his brain calculate and drift trying to figure out a solution. WHY did this have to be the only thing he couldn't figure out, the answer to solving his son's obvious insanity?! When his daughter wandered on into the kitchen, he just couldn't help but let a completely unseen smile make its way across his lips when he noticed her petite little form wander on in. It was his funny child, Gaz! That girl had such a good sense of humor! ...well at least to him she did, probably because she wasn't like her brother and could actually make a joke rather than just be plain ol' insane. Really, where did he go wrong with that boy?! It was almost as though he was just hardwired to be crazy!

Calming down enough to relax his hand out of a fist as he heard that gamer daughter of sorts say hi to him, he gave her his full attention while speaking with a tone that seemed still fact of the matter-ish yet still showing his somewhat lighthearted and upbeat nature, "Ah! Hello, Gaz! Is my daughter's day going well as it should?" Pointing up at nothing in particular as he spoke those words displaying his mood was at the very least pleasant. Next to science, his children, no matter how crazy they were, just so happened to be what continued motivating his discoveries and creations. Watching his dear child put away the milk and acknowledge that there was no more soda...oh boy...the bad news was out! Sighing a bit as his daughters anger toward not having the delicious carbonated beverage at her fingertips like that gaming contraption she always played, lowering his hands a bit before going over to her and resting a black gloved hand upon her purple haired head that matched the system she loved so much. Even though his usual tone that seemed like it screamed `SCIENCE`coated his words, he did indeed sound sympathetic toward her loss of additional sugary goodness as he spoke to her, "Yes, it seems your brother took the last soda...but don't worry, Gaz! I'll get you more Poop Cola before the stores close!"

Completely forgetting about getting rid of the rotting twinkie corpse in the fridge, he at least sounded a bit more on the lines of optimistic before giving her a light pat on the head. "NOW! I must make sure your brother doesn't do anything crazy to ruin one of my greatest works yet! If you'd like you can join us later, Gaz!" Always on the move, always being busy, that was definitely the high energy father of two! Rushing on out of the kitchen, that's when he headed straight for the lab of useful and somewhat crazy inventions as well as the equipment to make them. Despite telling his son to keep his insane little collection out of his lab, there were times he'd find things that looked like Dib would of said something like `LOOK DAD! IT'S ALIEN TECHNOLOGY! We NEED to take it apart and make sure THE WORLD is safe from this...THING!` in regards to it. Looking as though he was quirking a brow while one of his goggles widened when he got to the area Dib was working in. So he already got a jump start? Ah that's right...he was REALLY eager about this!

"Son! It brings me such joy to see you working on REAL science even if you are still insane! I knew you would see the truth one day!....," pausing for a moment, in the midst of his sciencerific speech...that's when he saw the last Poop Cola soda his children, mostly his daughter, were so fond of! Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave Dib that `I'm disappointed that you did this` look while speaking as though he was trying to give him a lecture to match his composure, "...Sooon....you know that your sister doesn't like it when you take the last soda..." Yes, yes he did have to figure this out before starting to work on his own creation! This WAS an important family matter...it being the last soda n' all! Professor Membrane wanted both of his children happy and he knew how unhappy dear, sweet, funny Gaz got when the soda was allllll gone!

[gaz]

Gaz flinched slightly as her father and brother went back and forth yelling. Yeah, real calm day at her house. She let out a sigh. She tried to avoid all this yelling, though she had to be glad that they didn't get yelled AT. He just got disappointed at Dib for being a complete nutjob and she was the golden child in a way. GASP! What was this? The very smallest of smiles, barely discernible to the human eye pulling at Gaz's lips?

The world, in that moment, held its breath. Then let it out as the smile disappeared into the dark depths of nothing-ness to wait another ten years before broken out of its cage again. Maybe. They would see how it went and if a smile was deserved. If not, oh well! Gaz would owe it one and probably would "forget".

Oh well. I guess. Beat the game again, She muttered, holding her Game Slave up to show and then placed it on the table. She settled down after fixing herself a bowl of cereal, glancing up at her father. Maybe she would do everyone a favor and throw the stupid twinkie out. If some evil twinkie king came along, well, she did love her sweets.

That should be pretty clear as she was nearly fuming that Dib had taken the last soda. She would just have to make due without until Dad went to the store. He was a nice man for doing that for her. But she was still going to murder her brother. After she finished. She needed sugar to keep her energy up. With more energy, the more pain would be exerted on Dib's stupid head. Sometimes she wished that Zim was still around. Dib was always out of the house or doing something in his room. It kept him away from the fridge half the time and didn't make his family worry quite as much.

The gamer hung her head a little as Membrane exited to keep an eye on Dib. She did worry about this family. It was going to end up getting her hurt one day. Staring into her bowl, she considered her options. Play her game and let them blow up the house? Nah, she had to save the house. She was the only one with the most common sense and could see disaster speeding their way.

Gaz groaned, finishing her cereal and putting the empty bowl in the sink. She left her game where it sat on the table but stopped at the fridge first. No one but Dib would think twinkies were evil and out to get everyone. The "rotting corpse" needed to be chucked anyway. Carefully pulling the plate the twinkie was on, the purple haired girl carried it down into the lab.

Don't blow us up, Dib, She growled, throwing the moldy treat at the back of his head. Just eat the stupid twinkie next time. I don't appreciate you wasting perfectly good sugar. Scowling at the older sibling, she took a seat behind the parent and his clone. Crossing her arms over her stomach, the young girl seemed to simply glare at them. It was half true since she could see the Poop Cola sitting near Dib. She was smart enough not to attack him near the .... thing they were working on, but he would be in for it later when they were upstairs. She didn't trust anything down here enough to start anything.