"I'm naked! I'M NAAAAAAKEEEED!"

"NO GIR! NOOO! PUT THAT DOWN!"

A loud crash resonated throughout the kitchen area of the would-be Irken invader, Zim. His insane minion giggled loudly, as he continued to cause trouble.

" DEAR TALLEST, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"MILKSHAKE TIME!"

There was a loud screech, a pig running off of the kitchen table and into the living room to hide beneath the couch. Where it was immediately eaten by the mutating ferret. Can't win 'em all.

"Aw, mah pig…" the little robot sniffed, chewing on some glue sticks. Which were promptly snatched away by Zim, whom towered over the defective Sir unit.

"Jeeze! No more cherry suckmonkeys for you…" Zim grimaced, before commanding loudly, "Clean that mess up, Gir. NOW!"

The robot saluted as his eyes flashed crimson, before running off to attempt to clean the mess in the kitchen. One wouldn't want to get caught in there right now, to be sure.

"Do you even know how loud you are?" came the bored voice of his computer. "That seriously frazzles my wires."

"Psh." Zim scoffed loudly, "Zim is not loud! ZIM IS ALMIGHTY!"

A loud sigh emitted from nowhere yet everywhere. "You can't keep quiet for five minuets, can you?" If the computer had temples, it'd be rubbing them to try and fight off the electronic headache that was forming.

But it did not.

Instead he sighed again, saying, " Y'know , that voice of yours will seriously get you in trouble one of these days…"

"Nonsense, everyone LOVES my voice. And my fist." He looked down to a gloved hand and turned randomly. Gir happened to be standing in the doorway to the small kitchen, covered in something purple. Chewing on the wooden end on the mop, large cerulean eyes blinked at Zim. "YOU! OBEY THE FIST!" Said fist was shaken at the small Sir unit, and he squealed insanely before latching himself to Zim's head.

"THE WEENIES! THE WEEENIIEEEEESS!" he roared, moving to stand atop Zim's head and tap-dance. Zim allowed his lekku to lower, growling at his stupid sidekick.

"GIR! GET OFF! NOOOW!" he yelled, wincing and yelping as Gir began chewing on one of his lekku. Scratching at the robot's legs, Gir merely giggled before diving into Zim's uniform.

Zim stumbled around, effectively knocking over a few choice things in his kitchen, and the teevee that Gir often watched. Not surprisingly the green monkey painting did not even swing slightly after Zim had ran into it repeatedly trying to get Gir off of his head.

Finally Gir dove off his master's cranium…and right into his Pak.

Messing with a panel, he dove in and shut it.

Zim panicked, and before he could register or eject Gir from his Pak, something snapped within it before Zim was electrocuted violently. The Irken passed out on the floor, lekku going limp almost immediately as Gir poked his head out from within the Pak.

Blinking, he crawled out from his master's Pak as he sat in front of the now unconscious Irken. Poking him a few times for good measure, he hopped off.

After about twenty minuets or so of tons of noise, crashing, and a small explosion, Gir skidded back into the living room. Throwing a dark blue blanket with little green U.F.O.s printed on it over Zim, Gir leaned down planting a kiss to the top of his head.

Closing his eyes and squeaking with his tongue sticking out, he giggled grabbing a squeaky moose and a new cherry suckmonkey. Oh…so much fun to be had, so little time!