After so many tries, Dib had developed a rather consistent way of sneaking into Zim's house. This involved wearing a paper bag over his head- which was unusually snug for some reason- that had "Not Dib" written on it. This made the lawn security, as defective as the rest of anything involving Zim, completely ignore him. Then, all he had to do was mention something like pizza or fine leather jackets, and GIR would open the door for him.

"Egocentric idiots three and four have entered the base." Was the snarky reaction as the two entered, GIR running off with what he was informed to be invisible Ninja Star Cookies. "Because ninjas can do that." Mur would have run after the overactive robot, with or without tackling, if not for the house's computer making itself known with that comment back at the top of the paragraph. Dib recalled the computer being referred to as a Mister S-something at one point, so maybe 'his self' was more accurate. Mur began looking for the speaker– and managing to defy gravity to do so- as Dib mentally debated if he should deny the egocentric bit or the idiot bit.

"Oh my, this is fascinating." "Oooh he even has a slushy machine!" "What does this button do?" "Wheeeee!" Mur played with random electronics on the first floor, which seemed less and less humanoid the more one noticed about it. "Wow, these things are cool! Is there anything you can't do?"

"I don't do windows." The computer replied before letting out a monotone "Ha ha. Ha." at the rather painful joke.

Mur was confused, probably because irken operating systems were not at all related to local ones. She quickly bounced back, however, in a literal sort of way that made Dib decide she was not allowed to have any sort of sugar. "So, AI, which way to HQ?"

"Over the river and through the woods…"

"You stand in the toilet, don't question it." Dib traded apathy for impatience, he was eager for the part where Zim's life was made miserable. Mur did so, and they managed to both get down to the underground base soon enough.

"The Tallest shall make me their right-hand irken for this!" Zim cackled, swatting GIR's hand away from the potato battery in front of them. GIR was pretending to eat the cookies, complete with faked chewing sounds, faithful to his obliviousness to the end. Mur was not as distracted as before, and managed to 'glomp' GIR to the ground. "What the-?! Computer, intruders!"

"Ch'yeah. I said that."

"Well, deestroooy them!"

"Maybe later." There was a sound clip of someone drinking a soda. Zim stomped his foot in a childish manner as GIR dug through Mur's purse out of curiosity and lack of personal space.

"Oooh a mini-me! Can we keep 'im?" GIR pulled out a small robot vaguely resembling himself, with a miniature collar and dual antennas. Zim seemed to recognize it, and snatched up the little irken machine.

"YOU!" He pointed accusingly at Mur, who was still clinging to GIR as if there was magnetism involved. "Do you KNOW what this IS?!" He went off on a rant about how irken technology is superior and that stealing is wrong unless the irkens are stealing in which case it is awesome.

"Yep! His name's LIT. It means the 'Little Intelligence Translator' according to Kay."

Zim was cut short as his tangent had gone on to recycling and the benefits of electric lighting. "Bah, what would a pig smelly know of irken machinery names?!"

Mur fumbled with her necklace, and her holographic disguise vanished. Her skin was a bit bluer than Zim's, and lilac eyes instead of his magenta. Her eyelashes and curled down antenna were dark pink, and she was wearing a blue costume resembling futuristic overalls. The bandage was still there, though surprisingly she lacked a PAK. This last fact made Zim freak out and scramble back even more than the randomly appearing irken would, as he managed not to anticipate this at all despite that no legitimate human had been a new classmate for quite some time and she owned an irken robot. Granted, it was obviously custom-built, but it could only be built at all by an irken or slave species ordered by an irken to make it irken-ish.

"Zombie! Computer! Kill!" Zim shouted this and similar random words, as Dib watched bemused and Mur and GIR occupied themselves with a fight over her purse.

"I-Invader Zim, please! Calm down!" The girl stammered, both their antennas somehow twitching in shock. GIR had managed to win their struggle, and was shredding one of the fashion magazines with his nonexistent teeth and, although muffled by the thing in his mouth, was muttering something about 'pretty-flavored' tacos. "I'm not a zombie, or defective, I'm just testing this!" She pointed to that iconic bandage. No one had any clue what she was talking about, so she explained.

"Well, you see, the Tallest started noticing that easily-removable PAKs mean that's it's rather easy to kill invaders just by pulling them off…" Dib made a mental note of that. "So, they got a few of the scientists to make alternatives that weren't quite so easy to remove and stuff! It's an iPAK, that my friend Kay made, and it's all inside so nothing to blow up!" No one had any clue what she was talking about, still, but she tried.