GIR lay on an operating table under the house in a lifeless state.
"The laser went through his head, so no important components were broken." Zim thought out loud. "He just went into automatic shut down to protect himself. He should be back to normal soon." Zim thought for a moment, and then let out a sigh. "I guess I should still fix the hole in his head…" Zim went to get the proper tools, then came back and quickly patched the hole.
About an hour later, GIR woke up, looking (and acting) like it never happened. He picked up his piggy and continued whooshing it around the room. Zim, tired from the day's events, quickly got annoyed with his assistant and pushed GIR up into the house while he got to work inspecting the Voot Cruiser.
GIR simply shrugged and continued playing with his piggy toy in the living room
"Super Pig, he's a wonderful pig!" GIR sung, screaming the last word at the top of his lungs. He dropped Super Pig and it rolled under the couch. He found that he was unable to reach the doll and his face grew sad, tears filling his eyes. After a moment, however, he smiled again.
"Aw well! I be Super Pig!" he said and began to plot against the evil couch to save his piggy sidekick. He tried to think, which caused a bit of smoke to leak out of his joints. He eventually kicked the couch, causing it to move away from the pig.
And through the wall.
And halfway across town.
And onto somebody's head.
GIR ran over to his piggy and picked it up, squeezing it tightly.
"GIR! What is going on up there?" Zim yelled from downstairs.
"I'll get it!" GIR yelled. He ran to the couch, held it like a feather, ran all the way back to the house with it, and put it back in it's place. This took no more than 2 seconds total.
GIR paused, more smoke than last time leaking from him. He stood like this for an hour before the smoke stopped and he spoke again.
"I have powers like Super Pig!" he cheered. "I'm gonna make a costume!"
GIR dived into a box of remnants in the storage room. These included failed costume attempts, leftover or useless machine parts, and torn fabric from the "Halloween incident" (GIR had put these in the box himself.). GIR giggled as he swam around the junk.
He stopped moving around the box and silenced for a moment, but soon he giggled again. "Now my identity is safe!" he said from beneath the junk, all heroic-like. "I will protect the city as…" He jumped out of the box, the only difference being a cape the same teal as his eyes. "Super GIR!"
"Help!" a voice came from the top of a skyscraper. A young man hung onto the edge of the roof for dear life.
"Did somebody say 'taco'?!" a voice echoed from the skies.
"No!" the man answered. "I said 'help'!"
"Taco?"
"Help."
"Taco?"
"No! I told you, I said help!"
"Oh yeeeah…"
The sound of something flying quickly towards the man was heard.
"Look!" a woman said, pointing to a teal thing in the air. "It's a bird!"
"No," a teenage boy contradicted. "It's a plane!"
"It's…" a man said, squinting his eyes. "…actually, I can't tell from here, can you?" Everybody squinted to try to see what the team thing was, and chattered amongst themselves in debate.
The teal thing, in reality being 'Super GIR', landed on the roof of the building. He grabbed the man and placed him on his head in the middle of the roof.
"Who are you?" the man asked. "I mean, I feel like I've seen the robot form and the glowing eyes from a time the city was doomed, but that dude didn't have a cape, you know. "
"I like tacos!" GIR yelled at the top of his lungs. He then flew away from the scene. No clear photographs were taken of him.
