Cheerful adults were walking along the streets, just enjoying the fact that their children were at Skool and not bothering them. Hobos were lying around on street corners, and a man with rabies was selling hotdogs at a Deeleeshus Weenie stand. Everything was just so peaceful, Gir thought to himself, as he ran towards the nearest Taco Shell.

Paul was just a regular, greasy-haired teenager that worked for the fast food industry. His school had recently exploded in a freak milkman invasion, so he was stuck taking orders from hungry people who handed him money. Paul was tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter, when he saw a strange green dog walk in. "Hmmph." He muttered.

The green dog approached the counter. "I NEED TACOS!" It screamed. Paul looked down at his short customer, annoyed.

"And what kind of taco did you want, sir?"

"Nyah…." Gir squeezed his eyes shut, trying to decide. "I wanna number 3, and a number 7, and a number 1, and 4, and 8, and 6…." Paul punched in all of the dog's orders into the register. "And a salty lemonade!"

Paul raised a perplexed eyebrow. "Sir…. You just ordered everything on the menu." Gir nodded.

"I sure did!" He squealed proudly.

Well, this was still good. They were going to make a lot of money off of this. "Then that'll be $70.65." Paul informed Gir cheerfully. Gir smiled.

"Okaaaaay!" He reached inside of him to find his wallet. Paul was too busy thinking about his girlfriend from school to notice anything so unusual about it. But when Gir opened his wallet, he found it was empty! "Um…" Gir hesitated. "I ate all my money!"

Paul glared at Gir angrily.

"But…. I gots this thing!" Gir pulled out Zim's gun. Paul stared at it in amazement and awe.

"Wow…." He pointed at the Irken weapon. "We'll trade you that for your tacos."

Gir smiled, pleased with himself for finding such a good bargain. "Okee dokee!"

So eventually Gir got his tacos and left the Taco Shell, passing an old lady on his way out. The old lady smiled at Gir, and then proceeded to look for a seat. She noticed a funny-looking young man with long, buckled boots sitting by himself. "My, you certainly are a WACKY looking one." She commented. This caused the young man to swiftly face her, a crazed look in his eye. He had a shirt with a "Z?" on it, and didn't look so happy.

Okay, sorry that this was shorter than the last chapter, but I'll try my best to make the next chapter longer. Be sure to review, and check out the following chapters!