"We're riding on a bus, riding on a bus, riding on bus for a really long time. Without any parents, without any parents, without any parents for a really long time." I sing, bouncing in the seat of the Greyhound bus.
"Bella, no offense, but stop signing." My friend Tim says from across the aisle.
"I thought her singing was rather lovely." My other friend Morgan says, pulling a fake British accent.
"But it's just so cool that we're going to New York to stay with Morgan's uncle, without our parents. We're like that kid show, Max and Ruby, except there are two girls, and we're not rabbits, and…" I trail off mid-sentence. Tim rolls his eyes, and Morgan grabs my bag suddenly, rifling through it. "Hey!"
She pulls out a pillow, my GIR shaped pillow. "I gots me a GIR unit!"
Tim looks offended. "I thought I was GIR." It's true. My friend Tim does a perfect GIR voice, and he's pretty strange, so we call him the human-GIR.
"If you get GIR, than I get the whole show." I pull out my laptop, click on iTunes, and decide on an episode. I had bought the whole series on iTunes just days before. I move the cursor on the link for 'Walk of Doom'.
"I can't see." Tim whines. I shift the laptop, and he makes an overly happy face. "Yay!" We end up watching every episode ever, before we realize it's been 13.5 hours, and everyone else is asleep.
"What just happened?" We all say, and I shout out,
"Jinx! You owe me a soda!"
"We should have been there hours ago." Morgan looks worried.
"Yea. Umm… what do we do?" I ask. The bus jerks to a stop, and passengers start waking up and mumbling. The doors open, and we grab our bags, and step off the bus. "Alright. Lets walk around, find out where we are, and figure out how to get home." I plan.
"That sounds good." Tim says. We walk around for a little bit, when I realize something.
"You guys look… different."
"Different how?" Morgan asks.
"Like… it looks like we're in a cartoon." We all look around and at ourselves, and realize that we do in fact look like people in a cartoon.
"We're all scrunched up." Morgan says. We look at her questioningly. "Like, small. And our eyes-"She points to me and her "Are really sparkly."
"We look like people in Invader Zim." Tim notes.
"That is so cool, but really weird." I scratch my cartoon-ish head. "Let's find some where to stay." We walk down a random street, when we come across a bright green house with lawn gnomes and a big banner proclaiming, 'I HEART EARTH.'.
"Holy" I mutter.
"Could it be?" Morgan wonders. Tim grabs a rock and tosses it into the yard. A lawn gnome shoots a laser at it, and I let out a fangirl squeal.
"Its Zim's house." I breathe in amazement. I give another squeal, and then run up to the door, somehow avoiding the lawn gnomes. I bang on the door, and a disgruntled Zim opens up the door.
"GIR, you know you're supposed to answer this." He looks at me. "What do you want, Earth Smelly?"
"HOLY CRAP!" I can't resist, so I pull him into a hug.
"AH! GET OFF OF ZIM!"
"Sorry, sorry." I set him down gently, but the little alien is fuming.
"How dare you touch the almighty Zim? I should use you as a test subject!" Morgan and Tim step forward, when a little green dog attaches itself to Tim's head.
"You got a squishy head!"
Tim beams. "Thank you!" I notice Morgan somehow picking up a lawn gnome and stuffing it in her bag. She shrugs at me.
"Anyway, what do you want?" Zim gives us his classic one-eye-narrowed face.
"Well, we're lost, and I was wondering if we could stay at your house for a little bit." I quickly explain. The alien thinks about it for a moment.
"Zim shall be gracious, and let you stay. But only one of you." Uh-oh. That's a problem.
"Who?" Morgan looks at me and Tim. Speaking of Tim, GIR is sniffing his head and yelling, "You're a taco!"
"How about we let Tim stay here, because GIR seems rather attached to him." I decide a plan in my mind.
"Okay…"Morgan says. "But where will we stay?"
"Don't worry, I have an idea." I whisper to her. She nods.
"Okay." Tim says. "How about I meet you at Krazy Taco for breakfast?" Morgan and I agree.
"Byyyyeeeee!" GIR waves, still attached to Tim's head. Right before Zim shuts the door, I snap a picture of the inside of his house on my phone. I turn to Morgan.
"Grab another lawn-gnome." I tell her. She stuffs another one in her backpack, still not setting anything off, and we walk down the street. "Alright, let's find Dib's house."