"Let's do the monkey dance!" Gir said. He began to flail wildly.
"Gir! This is important. No dancing!" Zim commanded.
Gir's antenna flopped down.
Zim frowned. "Five minutes."
Gir squealed happily and flailed even more wildly than before. It was over far too soon.
"Stop messing around, Gir. It's time to go."
"Waffles!"
"Waffles? The greatest conquest in Irken history is about to take place and all you can think about is WAFFLES?"
"No, I think about a moose too," Gir said.
Zim stared at him.
"It's a reaallly big moose."
"You have a strange mind."
"I knows it!"
Gir trotted after Zim, following him into the Voot cruiser.
"I wanna drive!" he said once they had taken off.
"No," Zim said.
"I wanna drive!" Gir repeated. Before Zim could respond, he grabbed the wheel. "Wheeeee hoooooo!"
Zim grabbed for it. "Bad Gir! You don't know where you're going!"
Gir paid no attention. He continued to steer the ship in random directions. They crashed through the wall of the house and started spinning above the streets.
Zim once again tried to reclaim the controls, but Gir giddily threw a rubber moose at his head, thwarting his efforts somehow, and ran the ship into a tree.
"You'll blow our cover!" he shouted desperately.
Gir just giggled. "This is fun!"
On the ground, the neighbors were sitting on lawn chairs and staring stupidly at the sky.
"Well, wouldja lookit that!" the chubby woman said when she spotted the small purple spaceship. Her husband grunted. And that was all they did.
Some three days later, with Gir singing gleeful songs about gummy bears and Zim shouting angrily, they landed.
"Finally we stop! What kind of evil minion are you?" Zim said.
"Tacos!" was Gir's answer.
They got out of the ship and found themselves on an unfamiliar planet.
"Giiiiir? Where did you take us?"
"I dunno! Here!" Gir sat down and began to build a sandcastle out of the odd purple dust covering the ground. Suddenly, a crowd of life-forms resembling giant lollipops, all dressed in serious-looking uniforms, surrounded them.
"Stop, intruders!" one of them said. "Who dares infest our planet Angullor?"
Zim picked up Gir and shoved him at the lollipop guard. "It's his fault!"
"Hi!" Gir said to the lollipop person, oblivious to the situation.
"Who are you?"
Zim checked an imaginary watch. "Oh, look at the time, I have... uh... that very important... thing to go to. Looks like he's your responsibility now." He rushed to the ship.
The lollipop man, who was wearing a name tag that said 'Roger', stopped Zim before he could get in.
"I really need to get to this, uh, meeting-" Zim started.
"The Angullorons are a fair people. I will let you go- if we can make a trade. I will take your robot if you take this," Roger said.
"If I take what?" Zim demanded.
"THRANTOR! Bring the robot!"
Another Angulloron rushed up, dragging a red-eyed robot about Gir's size.
Zim's eyes widened in excitement. "It's a real SIR unit!"
"We found it here about a week ago. We were going to train it to serve us, but-"
The SIR broke from Thrantor's grasp, looking angry.
"You are not my master!"
"Yeah. That. Yours seems less... resistant," Roger said.
"Yes! Yes, yes, YES! I AM ZIM!" Zim shouted.
"So you'll take it?"
Zim snatched the SIR away and got into the Voot cruiser.
"Where you goin'?" Gir asked Zim as he was leaving. "Bring me back a milkshake?"