It all started when Mom showed me a new toy she bought just for me!
|" 'Beyond Tough', huh? We'll see about that!"|
It's like the toy was challenging me right from the start! Anyway, I took it with me on Guard Duty. It's blue on one side and yellow on the other. I had just flipped it onto the yellow side when I got this creepy feeling.
|"Odd. I feel very odd."|
It wasn't dissimilar to the feeling I got after that weird dream I had in the Studio last week! Like I was being watched. By someone. Or by something.
And then ...
|"Hey! Hey, Zim's Mom! She's awake! Can I meet her?"|
"Not really a good idea, Roger. Roger!!! Ro--"
|"What could possibly go wrong?!?"|
"What have we here?!?"
It wasn't a dream after all!
|"I'm Roger the Rat, from Australia!"|
"Really? Come closer, Roger the Rat. Yes. That's it. Just a little closer..."
|"Come to Cammie, Rog!"|
Mom made him go sit on the shelf for a while. I have no idea why. I wanted him. Bad.
I got back to my toy and then ...
|"No, really, Zim's mom. She likes me. I can tell!"|
He's a very persistent rat.
|"I think we could be friends, Cammie."|
"Don't bank on it, rat.
Umm... I mean sure we can, Roger. Come a little closer, I want to tell you a secret."
|"You're MINE now!"|
If Mom hadn't intervened, I would have shown him some good, old-fashioned Siberian fun. As it was, he had to go sit on a shelf again. Behind the closet door. He must have misbehaved.
At least I know it wasn't a dream last week. And fear not! I will get him one day. I'm only doing what comes naturally!