"GIR! GET OFF THE GIANT PIG!"
"Piggy!" squealed GIR enthusiastically, hopping up and down on the enormous monstrosity.
ZIM's eyes swayed from side to side, examining his surroundings. People were beginning to stare. "Get off the pig GIR, or I shall destroy you, and it will cause you great pain and suffering..." He made a motion as if he were clutching something.
ZIM had taken GIR out for lunch at a Barbeque Resteraunt. In front of the resteraunt stood a magnificant, huge pig. GIR, of course, leapt right onto it, and people were beginning to look at the robot in the dog suit, wondering just why the dog was talking.
"Okay!" piped up gir, happy still, hopping off of the pig. "Dum-de-dum-dum- dum..."
ZIM looked around at all of the people gawking at the "dog", jaws dropped, eyes widened, in astonishment. Some were pointing. Some were whispering.
"What are you looking all at? Haven't you ever seen a dog with ADHD before?" ZIM said, shaking his head, like the people had commited a crime, and walked off, holding GIR by the leash.
When they were further down the sidewalk, ZIM spoke. "GIR, what was that outburst back there? You made a scene and almost risked our identities being found out!"
"It was a big piggy," whimpered GIR, making the saddest, yet most adorable face you'd ever seen on a green-colored dog.
"I know, I know, but that's no excuse," said ZIM, matter-of-factly. "We have more important things to do than cause a riot by the human race due to the fact that they've found an alien species."
"We doooooo?" GIR asked.
"Yes, we do," said ZIM quickly. "There are many important things to be done!"
"Like wha--- ooh a butterfly!" GIR wandered off, chasing after the flying creature, pawing at it, hurdling rocks and grabbing for it, but always coming up centimeters short.
ZIM sighed. Many times he had wondered why The Tallest had cursed him with such a dimwitted robot as a helper. Maybe this was one huge test to see if he could withstand the company of an idiot or not.
Once they reached home, ZIM took off both his and GIR's disguises. They kicked back on the couch and had microwaved tacos, being they hadn't had a chance to eat earlier. "TACOOOOOOS!" screamed GIR, bouncing on the couch and stuffing his mouth with a hard tortillia filled with ground beef.
"GIR, quiet, I'm trying to watch the television," said ZIM, clicking through the channels. When he reached the news he stopped. What the news anchor was saying caught his interest.
"A spacecraft was spotted in Bakersville. It was round with glowing red lights. It was flying low to the ground, near a farm in the early morning. When the farmer went to check out where it had came from, he found a large patch of a corn field with the corn folded down. When a helicopter was sent out the next day, some type of symbol was seen. No one so far has been able to uncode this symbol."
"GIR, that symbol.. I know that symbol! It means Irken!" a
"Piggy!" squealed GIR enthusiastically, hopping up and down on the enormous monstrosity.
ZIM's eyes swayed from side to side, examining his surroundings. People were beginning to stare. "Get off the pig GIR, or I shall destroy you, and it will cause you great pain and suffering..." He made a motion as if he were clutching something.
ZIM had taken GIR out for lunch at a Barbeque Resteraunt. In front of the resteraunt stood a magnificant, huge pig. GIR, of course, leapt right onto it, and people were beginning to look at the robot in the dog suit, wondering just why the dog was talking.
"Okay!" piped up gir, happy still, hopping off of the pig. "Dum-de-dum-dum- dum..."
ZIM looked around at all of the people gawking at the "dog", jaws dropped, eyes widened, in astonishment. Some were pointing. Some were whispering.
"What are you looking all at? Haven't you ever seen a dog with ADHD before?" ZIM said, shaking his head, like the people had commited a crime, and walked off, holding GIR by the leash.
When they were further down the sidewalk, ZIM spoke. "GIR, what was that outburst back there? You made a scene and almost risked our identities being found out!"
"It was a big piggy," whimpered GIR, making the saddest, yet most adorable face you'd ever seen on a green-colored dog.
"I know, I know, but that's no excuse," said ZIM, matter-of-factly. "We have more important things to do than cause a riot by the human race due to the fact that they've found an alien species."
"We doooooo?" GIR asked.
"Yes, we do," said ZIM quickly. "There are many important things to be done!"
"Like wha--- ooh a butterfly!" GIR wandered off, chasing after the flying creature, pawing at it, hurdling rocks and grabbing for it, but always coming up centimeters short.
ZIM sighed. Many times he had wondered why The Tallest had cursed him with such a dimwitted robot as a helper. Maybe this was one huge test to see if he could withstand the company of an idiot or not.
Once they reached home, ZIM took off both his and GIR's disguises. They kicked back on the couch and had microwaved tacos, being they hadn't had a chance to eat earlier. "TACOOOOOOS!" screamed GIR, bouncing on the couch and stuffing his mouth with a hard tortillia filled with ground beef.
"GIR, quiet, I'm trying to watch the television," said ZIM, clicking through the channels. When he reached the news he stopped. What the news anchor was saying caught his interest.
"A spacecraft was spotted in Bakersville. It was round with glowing red lights. It was flying low to the ground, near a farm in the early morning. When the farmer went to check out where it had came from, he found a large patch of a corn field with the corn folded down. When a helicopter was sent out the next day, some type of symbol was seen. No one so far has been able to uncode this symbol."
"GIR, that symbol.. I know that symbol! It means Irken!" a