Zim went back to his house deep in thought. As soon as he opened the front door, streamers hung down in the living room, and balloons bounced everywhere. Gir jumped in front of his master.
"Surprise!" Gir yelled, then started singing, "Happy happy birthday, happy birthday, to yoooouuuu..."
"Gir, how many times do I have to tell you, today is not my birthday!" Zim yelled angrily at the little sir unit in the green doggy suit. Gir's fake doggy eyes filled with tears. "But I suppose we can still have cake." Zim sighed.
"YAY! Cake!" Gir yelled. Zim sat down on the sofa, thinking.
"What could the Dib be so miserable about?" he asked himself. Gir came in carrying a big pink cake. "Surely it's something important, otherwise he wouldn't be so sad," Zim continued.
"Maybe it's his birthday," Gir just said for no reason. He jumped head first into the cake.
"Don't be rediculous, Gir," Zim answered, "But maybe I should go ask him."
That Night:
Zim knocked on the front door of Dib's house. Professor Membrane opened it.
"Hello, filthy human. Is Dib home?" Zim asked.
"Yes he is," Membrane answered. "Son, your friend is here to see you." He called upstairs.
"Tell him to go away!" Dib called back.
"He's a bit upset for some reason," Membrane said to Zim.
Zim went up to Dib's room and slowly opened the door. Dib was lying on his bed crying into a tear soaked pillow. He looked up and saw Zim.
"I told you to go away!" he yelled, throwing a chair at the door.
"Sheesh, calm down. I just want to talk," Zim said, never expecting himself to say that.
"Well I don't! No one cares about my feelings anymore," Dib sobbed.
"Anymore?" Zim asked.
"When I was 2 my mom passed away. Dad says it was a lab accident. Since then everyone has called me insane, and all because I try to live off my mother's dream. They don't even celebrate my birthday anymore," Dib cried into his pillow some more.
"So that's what it was all about," Zim said, surprised.
"So now what? Are you going to kill me for throwing that chair at you?" Dib said looking at Zim with tear stained eyes, "Or perhaps you're going to throw more insults at me?"
Zim smiled. "No. Meet me at my house tomorrow. I have something better in mind." He left.
I admit Zim was a little bit out of character here. Get ready for chapter 3.
