A/N Curse you Word, for not wanting me to use 'munky, hyuman, and Krazy!' I never realized how hard it is to make the characters sound like themselves… I had that problem with Sara. This story is for one of my best friends who's named Sara. (Duh) It was really hard to keep her quirky personality, but I hope I did okay… I hope all you people out there in reader land enjoy anyway! Warning-non IZ character in this story. I don't really own Sara, but I really don't Krazy taco, Gir, Zim, a Voot cruiser, (but that would be awesome if I did) or anything IZ related. It all goes Jhonen Vazquez.

"GIR!" It was another normal day in the base, and Gir had just blown up a batter of pancakes-for the fourth time in two hours. He had dropped the plastic blue bowl, and it had shattered into a million pieces (Yes, he can even break plastic) and was currently dancing in the dough. The lid of the toilet banged open, the sound shooting across the kitchen and Gir could feel the vibrations echo through his hollow body. His master jumped out of the porcelain, infuriated.

"CAN'T YOU KEEP QUIET FOR ONCE?" He sighed, then pulled up something that looked remotely like a purple PDA. "I just intercepted a transmission from the Tallest. They didn't send it to me… they must have been testing my ability to steal messages from the hyumans! There's a rally for invaders… however, I can't risk you ruining it, and Computer is getting repaired. So, I hired a dog sitter. Thank Irk for the filthy hyuman newspaper! Just leave your disguise on, and don't talk to her." Gir had been standing grinning like a moron the whole time, but nodded slowly.

"SAVE THE MOOSE!" He bounded forward, about to dive into the open toilet lid, but Zim lunged forward, grabbing him by the torso.

"NO! JUST BEHAVE LIKE A EARTH DOG!" Zim smacked his face with his palm, then tossed Gir his green disguise. "Put it on. She'll be here soo-"

DIIIIING-DOOOONG!

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Sara wandered along, her hands jammed in the pockets of her plaid jacket, the gray and white squares flapping in the wind.

"Geez, from the way this Zim dude made it sound, the dog is gonna lick my face off. I can handle him…" She looked up, more confident now that she'd given herself her usual (while somewhat short) pep talk. The girl had been dog sitting for two years, and had never met a dog she hadn't been able to tame. She still had a picture of 'Deathtrap,' a Doberman that had almost ripped her face off, in her locket next to the picture of her golden lab Sophie to remind her that she could take care of anyone-boy or dog. Her 'I heart Bacon' necklace whipped around as she turned the corner-and stared. The smallest house was glowing bright green and was lined with neon purple! She checked the little scrap of paper she'd written the address down on, but it only confirmed her suspicions.

"Do it for the meat, do it for the meat…" The girl muttered to herself. She'd taken this job because the owner had promised her twice her usual wage without even asking. She wanted the job because it meant she could make a big, fresh, homemade rib dinner-her favorite. She plucked up her courage, then ran forward, barely even noticing the giant lawn gnomes with creepy eyes that followed her. The 'I love earth' sign did slow her for a second, but she grinned after a moment. Good, they had a sense of humor. She stopped at the door, turning on her red with white and black striped sneaks to lean on the doorbell, letting it ring throughout the strange house.

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As the last strains of the bell echoed, Zim hissed to Gir, "Put it on now." He pulled on his wig and contacts as well, glancing back one last time to make sure Gir was good and disguised before opening the door. Standing before him was a sturdy girl of about thirteen or fourteen, wearing a red shirt that proclaimed she was 'Chilling with my Peeps,' with a bunch of golden chickens wearing sunglasses gathered at the top. Her skin was slightly darker then a snowy color like Dib's, but not quite a tan. The irken grinned when he spotted her brown necklace-she and Gir would get along well. He took note her ragged and uncombed hair flying in the wind and forced down disgust as he welcomed the hyuman into the base.

Do it for your MIGHTY REPUTATION! I AM ZIM! He cleared his throat, catching the girl's attention from glancing around the strange decor. When she refocused on him, she wondered absently why he was wearing what looked like a pink dress.

"Well, I must go soon. Stay on the ground level, and don't eat anything Gir gives you. Your name was…?" She told him. "Sara? Odd name… GIR! GET IN HERE!" The robot slunk into the living room, salsa all over his lips. Sara gasped, backing up.

"See you in two days!" Zim ran out of the door before doubling around the back to hitch a ride in the Voot cruiser. As he activated the cloaking device, back in the living room, Sara stood wide eyed, staring at the green dog. He grinned widely, closing his eyes happily and leapt into her arms- jumping almost 7 feet!

"What are you?" She pulled at her necklace, a nervous habit of hers, and felt her fingers brush against the golden locket.

You can handle it. Even if he's radioactive, you can handle him. She took a deep breath, then pried the… thing, off of her.

"I'll ask again. What ar-" He placed a paw on her mouth, and she noticed it felt like fabric. She pushed it away, feeling slightly relieved. "Oh, you must be his little brother in a Halloween costume. I guess I can-"

"TIME FOR DA SCARY MUNKY!" Suddenly, he looked almost sheepish.

"Don't tell Masta I was speakin', or he'll-" Her eyes widened.

"So, you're smart enough to talk? Well, no duh." She shook her head, then pulled out a ham sandwich from her pocket, unwrapping the saran wrap. It would have been her lunch, but she could get something else later. His eyes widened, and she swore they flashed blue for a second as he lifted his stubby arms toward the food. Without even looking around, she knew his little pink tongue would be sticking out.

"Toast!" She set him down gently, pivoting on her sneaks until her back was to him. She held the ham above her head, silently promising him a treat if he obeyed her.

"Not toast. How can you talk?"

"I CAN DO LOTSA STUFF! I CAN-" The TV suddenly blared on as Sara stepped on the remote, opening to a commercial of the Krazy Taco guy.

"BUY MY TACOS! I'M CRAAAAZZY!" She whipped her head around, almost drooling. Krazy taco was super greasy, but their food was fried heaven on earth. The dog jumped back on top of her, grabbing the sandwich and downing it in one bite before flying up next to the stunned sitter and shrieking right in her face, blowing back her mud colored locks.

"TAAAAAAACCCCOOOOOSSS!" Sara felt in her jeans for her wallet, then smiled at how full it was.

"Tell me your name and we can go get tacos, okay? I want to go as much as-"

"GIR!" She shrugged, a grin spreading across her face like grease on a griddle.

"Let's go!" To her surprise, he raced into the kitchen and came back with a lavender leash. He hooked one end to his collar, then handed the other to Sara. The more insane aspect of her personality was starting to take over as she whooped and raced out the door. All of a sudden, Gir shot into the air, taking her with him as he turned toward the sun before taking off at top speed.

"YAAAAAAAH! THIS… IS… AWSOOOOOOOOMMMME!" Sara screamed as he looped around, avoiding random pedestrians. Sara stuck her tongue out at a boy who had always hated her. She started laughing when he started whipping his head around like the devil himself was over his shoulder when her hand whapped him at 112 miles an hour.

"Goodbye, Heeeeennrry!" Way to soon, the insane ride was over as the neon orange lights of the Krazy Taco entered her vision.

"All right… let's go!"

A/N I know I should be working on the 'Dib's Birthday' story, but I had to write this. I'll update as soon as I can, but no promises. Rate and review please!