This is an episode that semi-sentimental people like me would like to see....I dunno, I've always wanted to see this as an episode. Well, so much for my big opening...x.x;; Anway, here's my Invader Zim episode: "GIR Gone?"

Zim (in his lab): GIR, today we will observe the habits of humans in order to use them against them Disgusting humans and their FILTHY tendencies! It makes me sick!
(Turns to see GIR picking his nose)
(Shudders)
Zim: GIR! Stop that immediately!
GIR: (Extends a paw) Aw. Want one?
Zim: (Backs away, wincing)
GIR: (Shrugs)
Zim: Uhhh...anyway....
(His computer screen beeps; words that say "Message!" flash across the screen.)
Zim: What? Computer, you're mistaken. The only ones who even know about my lab are...
(He ventures closer and presses "Accept")
Zim: ...The Tallest!
(Salutes)
Red: Zim! How...."nice"...to see you.
Purple: Yes! We made a....special effort...to contact you!
Red: We see now that you really ARE truly deserving..
Purple: Uhhh....which we've known all along! Of course!
(Elbows Red)
Red: Oh, right! Yes, of course we have! Anyway, let's cut to the point--
Purple (flatly): Your robot's a pile of junk.
Zim: GIR?!
GIR: Yes, my master! (Salutes)
Zim: No, GIR, I didn't mean to summon you. Go off and bite your toenails or something.
GIR: Weeeeeeee--huh?
(Searches thoroughly for his nonexistant toenails)
Zim: Ah--right. Anyway--you're telling me you have me a pile of junk instead of a robot?!
Red: Yes.
Purple: --And we're very sorry!
Red: Er, um, yeah.
Purple: However, seeing the wonderful job you've been doing on Earth--avoiding being caught, not letting the hideous humans seduce you--we've decided...
Red: To give you a real SIR.
Zim: (Jaw drops) I--you--you mean it?!
Purple: Of course! Your own, real SIR!
GIR: (Tugs on Zim's sleeve) Master, I can't find my toenails!
(Tears brim in his eyes)
GIR: Where did they go?
Zim: Finally! I can get rid of this--this--junky---thing!
GIR: I like junk!
Zim: You ARE junk, GIR.
GIR: You're so nice to me, Master!
(Hugs Zim)
Zim: (Pushes GIR away) Get--off--me!
Red: Well, we will be at Earth in a few weeks--We'll get there quickly enough with the super-power spaceship!
Zim: (To himself) Why don't I have one of those?
(Turns to GIR)
Zim: GIR, I have to tell you something.
GIR: Ooh, a surprise!
Zim: Er--yes. The Tallest--you know, our leaders?
GIR: (Looks at him blankly)
Zim: Um..well, some nice people are going to come...and...destroy you.
GIR: Weee! I like destroying!
Zim: Um...No GIR. YOU will be destroyed.
GIR: (Tears brim) But...but...
Zim: (sighs) Look, I feel your pain and and, but let's face it: You're useless.
GIR: (begins to bawl)
Zim: If you're going to be loud, do it in a place where I'm not working! Go get a chocolate bubblegum or something!
GIR: (Sniffles and goes upstairs)
Zim: (Chuckles to himself, then shakes his head) Robots.

*********Some time later*********

(Zim climbs to staircase and looks around. The house is strangely quiet and he glances around nervously.)
Zim: GIR? Where are you?
(Looking around, he finds a few drips of chocolate bubblegum on the carpet in front of the door.)
Zim: (Rolls his eyes) Robots! They're more trouble than they're worth...
(He quickly dons his costume and runs out the door, glaring about)
Zim: GIR? GIR! Where are you?!
(His eyes crease into a rare look of concern as he looks around for the robot: If GIR doesn't have his costume on, they could be discovered! Or worse: Zim won't be able to get his brand new shiny SIR!)

Wheee! Wasn't that fun to write! Oh pout, I know, Zim was pretty mean to GIR in this part, but it all builds up. Chapter Two coming right up!