A/N This is just to clarify something-as 'Sara' doesn't officially know that Gir is a robot, he will be referred to as a dog, not a Sir unit or robot. The 'real' Sara liked the story, and gave me a great idea for the end to this chapter. Dib appears! I'm writing this and the Dib B-day story, so now I'm switching between normal lovable Gir here and kick-butt Duty Mode Gir there. (Think Gir goes Crazy and Stuff) And, I'm writing this while flipping through both Zade and Zadr pictures. (Zade is Zim and Dib enemies, for those who don't know. If you don't know what Zadr is… well… be glad. Look it up on Deviantart at your own risk!) Anyways, here's the next chapter, and please review… Forgive my long Authors Note!
Sara was coated in dust and her hair was extremely windblown-more than usually, anyways. Luckily, she had a neon green ponytail holder in her right pocket, and she ran her hands through her chocolate-colored mop, still grinning like a lunatic.
"Hey, now we match! C'mon… let's go get tacos." Gir squeaked happily, then pulled Sara forcefully through the door, which had KRAZY TACO printed in what looked like dried grease, the letters about 2 ½ feet tall. He was in such a hurry, the collar snapped in half, leaving Sara holding a long piece of now frayed purple imitation leather.
"Hey, wait up Gir!" She raced forward, shoving irritated consumers from side to side until she finally caught sight of the green fabric, right as he passed under a little boy's hand-which was flying around a tiny blue airplane. She grabbed his paw, yanking the 'dog' into the air.
"We have to wait in line. Here." She handed the robot a piece of bacon from the plastic baggie full of them in her side wallet flap before pulling him up to cradle him like a baby, leaning his head against her shoulder. He immediately started gnawing on the meat contently as she walked to the end of the line. She ended up behind a tall and skinny man with two spikes of hair that looked like antennae and a long striped shirt, the tails hanging out and a sign that had a frowning face and two X's for eyes pinned to his back. She was in front of a boy who walked in the door behind her with raven black hair that flowed into a scythe above his head, the color a total contrast to his snowy complexion-but it matched well with his midnight black closed trench coat. The boy's head was down, face to the floor, so she didn't know if she knew him or not-well, she probably didn't. That hair would have been easy to remember. Sara heard him muttering to himself, so, curious, she listened in.
"She could have gotten it herself, but noooo, the level would end the world if she didn't finish it. I'm supposed to give Agent Darkbooty my report on Zim in an hour… why couldn't Gaz have gotten a craving for tacos tomorrow?" The flame of curiosity leaping up when she heard her employer's name, she tapped the boy gently on the shoulder.
"Hey, what was that about Zim?" She took a step forward as the line moved, but the boy's head shot up, causing his hair to fly up for a second.
"You… you want to hear about Zim?" He said in a disbelieving tone. She swore the boy's eyes glittered happily for a moment as he pulled out a silver notebook from the outer pocket of his backpack.
"Well… yea. He's my employer. See, I'm taking care of his dog." She held Gir out, who looked up from his bacon long enough to recognize Dib. A huge grin spreading across his face as he suddenly jumped out of Sara's arms and into Dib's.
"Mary! Wacha doin' here?" Dib grinned, rustling in between the fabric ears.
"My name's not Mary." Sara was shocked at the calm reaction-this boy knew the dog could talk?
"Wait… if Gir already knew you, why couldn't Zim have just called you? He seemed pretty panicked when he called me…" The boy chuckled, shifting Gir over so his face was still to Sara and his felt tail was in the crook of the trench coat elbow. He tucked the notebook back into the trench coat, then held out his hand to shake.
"My name's Dib. Yours?"
"Sara…"
"Well, Sara, how do you not know m-oh, you must go to skool across town." She shrugged, slowly nodding.
"That explains it… you see, me and Zim aren't exactly best friends. Never were, never will be. I usually meet Gir under… erm… unusual circumstances. Line's moving." Sara took another step forward as Dib lifted Gir, pulling him closer.
"Can I just see him for a sec?" Sara shrugged-the boy seemed harmless enough. Most boys were venom, but at least this Dib treated her all right. In fact, she had a bit of an ugly track record with boys who tried to tease her… they had the scars from her nails and she still had the restraining orders to prove it. Dib examined Gir up and down, eventually handing him back to Sara.
"Hey, can I sit with you guys?" She shrugged again, then turned around-it was her turn. She ducked under the counter for a moment, asking Gir what he wanted. Straightening up, the tall female employee smiled at her, asking her for her order. She didn't make a comment about the broken collar Gir was wearing- perhaps she was used to it, due to exasperated parents and bratty children.
"Two taco buffets, please." The smile faded slightly as Sara handed over two fives and two ones.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Sara's mouth slid out across her rosy cheeks with a grin that would look right at home on an insane homicidal maniac.
"You'd be surprised how much my little brother can eat." She gestured dramatically at Gir, who closed his eyes and grinned. The cashier shrugged.
"Not my problem. Cute costume. Odd coloring, though…" She handed the girl two bright orange coupons, stamping them with a yellow stamp bearing the date. Her blond hair rustled as she lifted her arm, pointing to the buffet. "Enjoy!" Sara's smirk didn't dim.
"I will. C'mon, Gir." She tugged him along, playing up the 'little brother' thing. He came along relatively quietly-the dog was cooing gently. She sat down at the closest available table to the buffet-a wise move, considering she knew they would be making quite a few trips. Dib walked over right behind them, holding his own bag. He sat down next to them, opening the bag, smiling at feeling the steam rise up towards his face.
"I thought you had to call somebody?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow." Dib shrugged it off.
"Nope. Being here with you and Gir will be more interesting-and informative. I can deal with Gaz when the time comes-I'll just give her one of those new Vampire Piggy Hunter games-the third was just released. Frankly, they probably would have kicked me out of the S.E.N. anyway, what with all the false calls during… " He shuddered, leaving the sentence open.
"With…?" Sara tried to prompt the boy, crossing her arms. "Just so you know, I don't like not knowing things!" Dib looked up at her, then cracked up laughing. However, he was instantly shut up when Sara had yanked up his sleeve and placed a hand-with very sharp nails-on top of his pale flesh.
"I wasn't kidding." Dib yanked his arm out of her grip.
"Two things. One, you remind me way to much of my little sister. Two, I wasn't laughing at you. Around me, if you ask me about something, you'll probably never get me to shut up." He shrugged. "Character flaw. Aren't you going to get those tacos?" Sara's mind instantly switched tracks, now filling with visions of greasy tacos and enough fried, slimy meat to kill off every anorexic since the Neanderthals.
"Hey, Gir!" He cocked his head up, ears flopping down and tongue hanging out-a hundred kittens would have died of the absolute innocent cuteness.
"Yes, Sa?" She sighed.
"Sara. Not Sa, Sara. Anyways, what do you say to a contest?" She caught sight of Dib, frantically swiping his hand across his throat and mouthing No! Ignoring him, Sara turned back to Gir. "Whoever eats the most tacos…. um… wins!" She couldn't think of a reasonable prize, so the girl hissed out of the side of her mouth to Dib, "What does he like?" Dib rooted around in his cream colored backpack for a second, (Sara swore she could hear something that sounded like the slosh and squeak of a water balloon) eventually pulling out a rubber pig.
"I was going to use it as a bribe later, so be caref-" Sara snatched the swine out of the boy's pale hand, holding it high above Gir's head. The dog leapt for it, evidently forgetting he could fly.
"Gimme!" Sara smiled again, enjoying every second of it.
"Not unless you agree to a contest." Gir nodded vigorously, not 100% sure what a contest was-anything to get the piggy!
"Good. All right, the one with who eats the most tacos wins the pig, got it?" He nodded again, the little pink tongue slipping into his sewn mouth. His eyes flashed blood red for a split instant behind the fake eyeballs, before he flung himself toward the buffet, whooping and hollering. Sara smirked at Dib.
"I'll give it back to you later." Dib chuckled softly to himself.
"You think you can out-eat Gir? It's your funeral…"
A/N Annnd, the taco eating contest is next chapter! I already know who wins… I only got one review last time, can I at least get two? Even if you don't have an account, you can review! (That includes you, Sara!) And all of you who caught the JTHM reference… virtual cookie for you.