~Got the idea for this when I was eating ice cream. I stared thinking of what GIR would do for some ice cream, and this fanfic was born.~
~Disclaimer (I'm not gonna give Nickelodeon the satisfaction of giving them credit, so instead): I don't own "Invader ZIM", it belongs to Jhonen Vasqeuz. (Ha! Take that Nickelodeon!)~
One hot summer day, GIR wanted some ice cream. He found Zim trying to work on something to blow Dib up and asked him for some ice cream.
"Master, can I has ice cream?" GIR asked.
"No, GIR," Zim answered. GIR stared at Zim for a while.
"Now can I has ice cream?" GIR asked.
"No. We don't have any ice cream. They probably sell it at the store where those filthy humans shop," Zim said.
"Can you buy me ice cream? Pwease?" GIR pleaded.
"No."
GIR stared at Zim for a few minutes, then said, "No, what?"
Zim looked at GIR strangely. "What?" he said confused.
"What do you mean by 'no'? No, I can't have ice cream?" GIR asked.
"Yes," Zim answered, then turned back to his work.
"Yes, you'll buy me ice cream?" GIR asked hopefully.
"What? No!" Zim said. he was starting to really get confused. He looked at the odd little robot.
"No, you won't buy me ice cream?" GIR asked.
Zim frowned while he tried to figure out what GIR meant. "Yes, I won't buy you ice cream," the alien said after a few seconds of thinking.
GIR looked at Zim blankly. "Yes, you'll buy me ice cream?" GIR asked in his usually cluless voice.
Zim threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Fine! I'll buy you ice cream! Just leave me alone already!" the Irken cried.
GIR smiled. "Thanks, mastah!" the defective squealed. He then ran into a wall repeatedly, while Zim went to go buy ice cream.
Hope you liked it! XD
