One bright and cheery afternoon in Doomtown, Indiana, two doors down from Zim's base, Dib was trying to create a test bot to expose Zim for his misdeeds, and Gaz was downstairs, watching "Blood and Gore anime Hour." As soon as the hiển thị snapped to commercial, a câu hỏi popped in her head, and that câu hỏi was: "Where's my real mother?" She stood up, scratched her head, and walked upstairs to her brother's bedroom.
"Hey, Dib..." she said, peeking her head through the door.
Without looking away from his wrench and scrap metal, Dib moaned, "Come on in."
"I've been miserable, thêm than usual, and I need bạn to use your...weirdness to help me."
Dib put down his wrench and sat on the giường tiếp theo to Gaz. "Gaz, I'm not a miracle worker, just a paranormal investigator."
He looked down at his sister's hands. "Have bạn been self-harming again?"
Gaz groaned. "Yeah, bạn gotta problem with that?"
She looked at her scarred wrists. A tear began to form in her eye, but she blinked and it dripped down, onto her necklace. "I've been wondering, of course we have a mom, right?"
Dib nodded, then his pupils grew larger than usual. "Oh, oh, I SEE! bạn wanna know where she is, right?"
Gaz stared at her combat boots, then back to Dib, then her shoes again. "Can bạn do, like, an online tìm kiếm hoặc something to find her?"
Dib laughed. "I'll try, but it's not possible we'll find results on a crap tìm kiếm engine like this one." He picked up his laptop and began a search. "Membrane family tree. This ought to work."
His fingers punched in the keys faster than lightning, and he scrolled down, looking for the correct results.
"Hmmph, let's see...familytree.org-membrane family." He moved the cursor, which was a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery logo, towards the blue link and pressed the button.
Gaz sighed as the page loaded. Once it was up, it read:
"MEMBRANE FAMILY TREE-1998-now
Christopher Membrane- married to Alyson Jones
Children-one daughter born in 2000, one son born in 1998-Gazlene and Dib Membrane, respectively.
This family cây is short. Who cares anyway?!
Get lost."
Gaz's eyes opened fully. She noticed her father's name was a link in blue. "CLICK THAT LINK."
Dib moved the cursor to his dad's name. A static-like "click" came from the damaged
computer speakers.
That was the reason Dib always used clunky headphones.
"Hey, Dib..." she said, peeking her head through the door.
Without looking away from his wrench and scrap metal, Dib moaned, "Come on in."
"I've been miserable, thêm than usual, and I need bạn to use your...weirdness to help me."
Dib put down his wrench and sat on the giường tiếp theo to Gaz. "Gaz, I'm not a miracle worker, just a paranormal investigator."
He looked down at his sister's hands. "Have bạn been self-harming again?"
Gaz groaned. "Yeah, bạn gotta problem with that?"
She looked at her scarred wrists. A tear began to form in her eye, but she blinked and it dripped down, onto her necklace. "I've been wondering, of course we have a mom, right?"
Dib nodded, then his pupils grew larger than usual. "Oh, oh, I SEE! bạn wanna know where she is, right?"
Gaz stared at her combat boots, then back to Dib, then her shoes again. "Can bạn do, like, an online tìm kiếm hoặc something to find her?"
Dib laughed. "I'll try, but it's not possible we'll find results on a crap tìm kiếm engine like this one." He picked up his laptop and began a search. "Membrane family tree. This ought to work."
His fingers punched in the keys faster than lightning, and he scrolled down, looking for the correct results.
"Hmmph, let's see...familytree.org-membrane family." He moved the cursor, which was a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery logo, towards the blue link and pressed the button.
Gaz sighed as the page loaded. Once it was up, it read:
"MEMBRANE FAMILY TREE-1998-now
Christopher Membrane- married to Alyson Jones
Children-one daughter born in 2000, one son born in 1998-Gazlene and Dib Membrane, respectively.
This family cây is short. Who cares anyway?!
Get lost."
Gaz's eyes opened fully. She noticed her father's name was a link in blue. "CLICK THAT LINK."
Dib moved the cursor to his dad's name. A static-like "click" came from the damaged
computer speakers.
That was the reason Dib always used clunky headphones.
