Disclaimer- I do not own Invader Zim or any characters. I also do not own a taco shop or Mario for they are also mentioned or are themes in this story.
Author's Note- First Fan fiction! Please rate and review. Thanks to my sister magentalover for helping! I'm also working on a longer story at the moment. One shot
"Taco!"
"No!"
"Taco!"
"NO!"
For the fourth time this week Gir was fighting with his master Zim over little tacos. He wanted to go to The Taco Shop for the third time today. Sadly everytime he went he ordered 20 little tacos and a waffle. Since little tacos were expensive, Gir was broke,and the management claimed " to have no waffles", this would always end in a tantrum.
"Aww come on!" Gir pleaded.
"No Gir! Go take a nap or something!" Zim shouted back walking towards the couch.
"NO!...OK!"Gir replied while curling up on the couch.
"Not on the couch... whatever I'll be in the lab." Zim muttered to himself.
Gir fell into a peaceful sleep falling into another vivid dream. With a Tiny Taco Bros.- his favorite Taco Shop video game- format, he found himself wearing a sweaty Taco Shop uniform jumping over various obstacles and enemies.
"Doom doom doom do do doom!" sang Gir breezing through the dream game. He finally came up to a castle made of corn chips, salsa and grease.
Out came a taco princess with a meat by-products for a body, long shredded cheese hair, red salsa lips, green guacamole eyes, and a dollop of sour cream for a nose.
"Oh Gir your my hero!" she shouted.
"Nice corn chip dress." he replied.
"Marry m... Ouch what are you doing?"
He started waking up realizing he was in the lab.
"What are you doing? Stop biting me!" demanded Zim.
Gir released his skinny chicken leg. "Yes vermin Lord." he replied.
"What's wrong with you?"Zim inquired.
"Taco deprivation" Gir replied walking back to the couch starting to sing the Doom Song.
"NOT AGAIN!" Zim shouted aggravatedly.