IZ: Total Slave (Chapter 18: Breaking into jail)

A lot of things were going though Zim’s mind, nevertheless he tried his hardest to calm down, and help Dib navigate their way to their child.
“Dib were going the wrong way!” Zim announced after he came to his senses.
Dib stopped walking and looked at Zim, “Well, welcome back to reality! Which way?”
Zim crossed his arms and pouted,  “Well!” Then he pointed in the direction of town, “That was, and on the move. . . Not very quickly though. . .”
Dib nodded, “We should stop by my house, I think I might have something that may get us there quicker.”
“What?” Asked Zim, surprised by Dib’s tone.
“You’ll see. . .” Dib smirked.
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The motor started, and Dib’s smirk turned into a devilish smile, “Man, I missed this!”
He drove it out of his garage, and planted his foot firmly on the ground, to act as a kick-stand.
“Come on, Zim!” Dib called, as he handed Zim a helmet.
Zim held the helmet to his chest, a scared and worried look on his face, “What is it?”
“A motorcycle. I got it on my birthday, when I turned sixteen.” Dib answered, “Now get on!”
Zim nodded, then hesitantly sat behind of Dib, putting on the helmet.
“Hold on!” Dib told him.
“To what-” Zim tried to ask, before the jerking motion of the bike, made him clench onto Dib’s waste.
Dib smiled, “There you go! You got the right idea!”
Then they were off, they hurried to find Arc.
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Arc and Blake, were making no progress. Arc was in no condition to stand, let alone walk. Another issue being Blake, was simply too small to carry her.
Arc laid her head back, deep in thought, but no ideas surfaced. Suddenly Blake smiled, “I just remembered, doesn’t your contraption have a sort of spider leg technology?”
“This contraption is called a PAK, and oh yeah!” Arc grinned, happily.
She then sat up, and allowed her PAK legs to come out, picking herself off the bed.
“Wow!” Exclaimed Blake.
Arc’s grin became wider, “I am amazing, yes?” (She is defiantly Zim’s daughter. . .)
“Yeah!” Blake agreed, clapping his hands together.
Now it was time to break out, let it be by the means of sneaking, or extreme force. Little did they know, as they were breaking out, Arc’s parents were breaking in.
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Tak and Purple sat, huddled together in the medical ward, of the massive. They were a waiting the results of Tak’s medical examination and test.
The computer rand out after a while, “Scan finished.”
“And?” Purpled questioned, squeezing Tak’s hand.
“Congratulations, smeets have been detected.” The computer replied.
“How many?” Questioned Tak, in complete amazement.
“Four by the looks of it.” The computer answered.
“Four!” Exclaimed Tak happily, as she wrapped her arms around Purple in a hug.
“That is delightful!” Purple said, in complete shock.
“Male? Female?” Questioned Tak.
“Three seem to be males, one female detected.” The computer replied.
Purple’s face grew grim, “What is their possibilities of them all surviving?”
“49% at the current time.” It answered.
“Not even half?” Tak whimpered, then she began to cry.
Purple wrapped his arms around her, “It’s fine! It will be okay. . .”
Tak sighed, halfheartedly, “I just hope our little girl lives.”
“I do to.” Purple nodded in agreement.