Author's Note: Okay, now I know this sounds pretty strange to you—a Zim/Gir Romance. (And I think ZADRs are weird…) But my friend has come up with it and is paying me a quarter and some pocket lint to write it. So here ya go, Hannah! :D Hope ya'll like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. … The last time I tried writing a disclaimer it turned out pretty strange, so I'll just leave it at that. Oops, my bad… :P
Chapter 1: Gir and Various Food Items
Gir pulled his small, robotic head out of a pile of Krazy Taco wrappers in the middle of his master's living room floor. He looked around, at the house with a variety of food items strewn around, wondering what happened the night before.
He eyed a little wrapper with a taco still inside. "TACOOOO!" Gir shouted as loud as he could as he jumped up and grabbed it.
"Gir!" he heard Zim irritably call, coming up from the toilet, as he devoured the taco. "How many times have I told you not to—" Zim cut himself off as he watched Gir eat vigorously. "Don't shout," he said quietly as he disappeared back into the toilet.
Gir shrugged as he stood up. What should I do now? he thought. He looked around and saw the TV was on.
"The Scary Monkey Show!" Gir happily exclaimed as he sat down on the couch.
He watched a creepy-looking monkey standing on the screen for a few minutes, until Zim came out of the kitchen trash can with his disguise on. "Gir, I'm going to school," Zim stated loudly. "Don't break anything while I'm gone," he added as he quickly walked out the door.
"Okie dokie!" Gir called as he slipped off the couch and into his green doggy suit. "I'm gonna get me a Slushie!" he said cheerfully to himself as he quietly squeaked out the door.
Gir arrived at the Slushie store just after it opened. He threw open the door and skipped inside. "Hello there!" he said to the cashier.
"Hi," the cashier, a young man, perhaps in his 20's, said unenthusiastically. "How may I help you?"
"I'd like one Slushie please!" Gir answered sweetly.
"What kind do you want? We have orange, cherry, Poop Cola, chocolate, bubble gum… You can mix 'em too if you want."
"I'll have a large cherry-Poop Cola mix, please!"
"That's two-fifty," the cashier said as he stood up and mixed the Slushie.
"Okie dokie!" Gir said and pulled two dollars and fifty cents out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier.
"Have a nice day," the cashier said as he handed Gir his Slushie.
He nodded and walked out, sucking on his Slushie. "Yummy!" he said as he skipped happily home.
Gir spent the entire day watching The Scary Monkey Show and occasionally slipping away to the Slushie store to get different Slushie mixes. He was slurping a chocolate-bubblegum Slushie when Zim came home from school.
"Hi, Master!" Gir said as Zim walked through the door, carrying a human duct-taped at the mouth and around the legs and arms. "I got another chocolate-bubblegum Slushie!"
"Not now, Gir," Zim remarked. "I'm going down into my lab for meat testing. Don't disturb me unless it's very important."
"Yes, sir!" Gir's eyes turned from blue to red and back to blue again as he saluted Zim.
Zim walked through the living room and paused for a moment as he came to the kitchen. He turned around slightly to look at Gir, watching The Scary Monkey Show and waving to Zim. He shook his head as if to clear a thought. He then resumed walking, carried the human to the trash can, and hopped inside.
Author's Note: Sorry this chap is so short, people. You gotta admit—it's kinda hard to type for a reasonable-ish Gir. Oh well. Hopefully it'll be longer next time! :D
