A/N: I really shouldn't be starting another story, I SHOULD be working on Separation of Doom, but I'm kind of stuck and I had this idea. Sorry if it's not very good, I might make some changes later. Enjoy!

MiMi slowly came into consciousness as she reactivated. The crash had caused her to shut off. She couldn't yet observe her surroundings; her visuals hadn't initiated. She wasn't aware of how much time had passed since the crash, or even where they'd landed. What she did know was that the escape pod had bounced off another planet in its fall, sending it in the opposite direction and causing it damage. It would certainly help in analyzing the situation if she could see… MiMi's eyes blinked from grey to red and she looked around, relieved that she hadn't lost her visual perception permanently. She was next to her mistress's fallen escape pod, which Tak and MiMi had escaped in when that fool Zim had tried to drop them out of the sky. Tak… MiMi looked over at her mistress. She was lying on the ground beside MiMi, eyes closed, still but breathing. She was unconscious. MiMi gently poked Tak's shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. Tak's arm twitched, and then her eyes opened.

"What… happened?" she asked, sounding a bit incoherent. She sat up. "MiMi! Analyze our surroundings."

MiMi did so. The ground they'd crashed on was covered in green grass. She looked at the sky. It was night, 11:12 to be exact. There was a single moon in the sky. No one was around… the inhabitants of wherever they were were most likely diurnal. As her processor gathered the information, the word EARTH flashed across her screen. MiMi traced out the planet's name in the dirt to inform her mistress.

"Earth?" Tak exclaimed. "Still? I thought we left this place… The escape pod must have landed here… Although that may not be a bad thing after all. We can still take this planet back!"

MiMi nodded. Her mistress was brilliant, as usual.

"I'm not sure if the hot dog stand was destroyed after we left. If it wasn't, we can stay there and formulate a new plan. MiMi, which direction is it?"

MiMi pointed northeast.

"All right. We must first activate our disguises." Tak pressed a button on her PAK which she had installed to activate their holographic disguises. She winced as she did so, but said nothing.

The two soon found their way to the ex-magma pump. It still stood- in fact, a shout of "DEELISHUS WEENIE!" confirmed that the humans had continued to use it for its supposed purpose after Tak had left. That wasn't a problem, however, as Tak posed as the owner's daughter, as was her false identity, and convinced the employees to leave the building. Tak ordered MiMi to make a sign reading "CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE" and hang it on the front of the building to ensure they would not be disturbed.

"MiMi, scan me for injuries," Tak said when their preparations were finished.

MiMi found that Tak's right arm was broken, but, aside from some bruises, she was otherwise fine. MiMi took out the notepad she always carried with her and wrote Tak a note telling her the results.

"I thought so," Tak said. "It's a shame our supplies were in the ship. MiMi, go and find me a human first-aid kit. I can probably make any necessary modifications, the things I need shouldn't be all that different."

MiMi saluted her mistress in assent, and zoomed off, becoming nothing but a dark blue streak. She raced past a Video Outhouse and some apartment buildings before crashing into something.

"HIIIIIII!" a voice shrieked. "I remember you, kitty!"

She knew that voice. Yes, there was a strange green dog standing before her. This was Zim's defective SIR unit. She looked at him disapprovingly, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah! Your master's my master's friend!"

MiMi narrowed her eyes. Tak and Zim had never been friends. Where was he getting this idea?

"Now we can be bestest friends! I was gettin' me some tacos." He gestured at the restaurant they were standing next to, a place called Krazy Taco. MiMi wondered why the word crazy was misspelled on their sign.

"Wanna get tacos with me?" the dog-suited SIR continued.

MiMi shook her head.

"Awwwww, why?"

MiMi turned and zipped off away from him. Before long, she located a drugstore which advertised selling first-aid kits in its window. But it was then that she realized a flaw in Tak's order- certainly a rare occurrence. MiMi was disguised as a cat. Cats did not go into stores and buy things. And besides that, she had no Earth money. She stared at the sign, trying to think of a way around these problems.

"What's wrong, kitty-cat?" a loud voice asked brightly. MiMi turned and saw Zim's SIR unit sitting beside her. Had he really followed her here?

"We…. Sell…. First…. Aid…. Kits," he read from the sign. "OH! Does you want one a' those? I can get it!"

MiMi almost tried to stop him as he ran into the store, then realized she had no reason to. When the humans became suspicious of a shopping dog, it was Zim's so-called mission that would be in jeopardy, not Tak's. Let him go.

To her shock, though, as she watched him through the window, MiMi saw that somehow, the humans had no problem with his buying of a first-aid kit. They acted as if it happened every day. Humans were so stupid. MiMi hadn't seen as much of Earth as Zim or his SIR- he was called Gir- had, but she knew that dogs did not buy things, speak, or walk on two legs. Gir was doing all of these things, and no one seemed to notice.

Gir ran out the door of the store and up to MiMi. "Here ya gooooo! You happy now? I hopes you are! Wanna get tacos now?"

MiMi shook her head again. Why had he helped her? She turned again, and zipped off towards the place she and her mistress were staying.

"Your name is MiMi!" Gir shouted after her in realization. "Bye, MiMi!"