Zim opened the door to the base stealthily, glancing around. The soft smell of cooking butter along with something that shouldn't be cooked wafted through the house like a spectral temptation. Zim softly closed the door behind him, sweat sliding down his smooth face. A single drop escaped his notice and leapt from his skin to meet the floor with a "plish".

A silver and blue blur latched onto the Irken's head. "Happy National Pancake Day, Master! I made pancakes! They got blueberries and kitties in 'em!"

Zim growled, attempting to pry the defective robot off his face but only managed to knock his wig to the floor. "I have IMPORTANT…er….INVADER-STUFF to do, G.I.R. No pancakes."

The robot lossened his grip, falling to the ground and staring up at his master like a kicked puppy. "B…but….National Pancake….DAY!"

G.I.R. began to cry in an increasingly high pitched whine, tears spitting out of his optical sensors. Zim attempted to ignore it by covering the sides of his head, which proved to be stupid seeing that his antenna were on top of his head.

"Alright ALRIGHT!" the alien caved in. " I'll eat these…pancakes."

"Yay!" The effect was instant and G.I.R. lifted his master and plopped him in a seat at the table with a heaping plate of burnt pancakes in front of him.

Dib was voicing his concerns over why Zim had looked so worried during class to Gaz, who was trying to ignore his voice.

"I mean it was if he didn't WANT to go home, but that doesn't make sense because his base is where he plans all of his alien evilness and he seems to like doing that even though it gets him so many broken limbs, I'm surprised he hasn't died from blood loss, but I guess his alienness stops him from doing that," the large-headed paranormal investigator rambled as he walked. Suddenly, he gasped in realization. "I'll bet his leaders are coming over to make sure the Earth is ready to take over. I have to STOP HIM!"

With that, Dib ran off in the direction of Zim's base, leaving Gaz to sigh in relief and pull out her Gameslave2. Vampire piggies began bleeping out of existence.

Dib slammed open the door to his arch enemy's base and slid across the room on the discarded wig, crashing into the wall as he lost hope that all initial surprise had been lost.

"Hi, Mary!" a familiar voice shouted beyond closed eyelids. "You want pancakes?"

"Huh?" Dib cracked open one spectacled, brown eye at the robotic minion.

G.I.R. grinned and dragged the boy into the kitchen, directly opposite a sickly pale Zim. The robot placed a plate of a mutated pancake that growled at Dib, gnashing its pointed fangs at him.

Dib gulped. "Umm…no thanks."

G.I.R. sniffled and began to scream again.

Dib stabbed the pancake with a fork and attempted to protect himself with a spoon. The robot smiled happily and skipped off to make more pancakes.

"So eventually Zim and I were cornered by the mutant pancake when I remembered that Steve's Mad House was giving out free pancakes for National Pancake Day," Dib finished.

"And this is how you came to be home late, covered in maple syrup and bite marks?" the video screen of his Dad asked before sighing. "Son, go to your room until you stop being crazy."

Dib sighed and made his way up the stairs. His dad would never believe him.