"Am I not BRILLIANT?" Zim said after he finished explaining his latest plan to the SIR. He handed him the globe of Earth covered in peanut butter he had been using to demonstrate. "Put this somewhere. I will be needing it later."
"Yes, my master!" The SIR rushed off and quickly returned, empty-handed.
"Now, put this-" Zim thrust an odd purple rabbit figurine at him- "in front of the Dib human's house. Be sure it faces that telephone pole."
The SIR took the rabbit unquestioningly and started to hurry off.
"WAIT!" Zim shouted.
He stopped. "Yes?"
"You're not supposed to do that!" he thundered.
"Do you wish me to do something else? State your desires and I will obey."
"No, no, no! You're not supposed to do what I say!"
"I do not understand."
"You're supposed to either mess it up somehow, or just start playing around and talking about some disgusting Earth food! You're not doing it right!"
The SIR looked puzzled. He attempted a slow and rather emotionless dance and said unsurely, "Sandwich."
"What have you done with Gir?"
"No data found for 'Gir'. Did you perhaps mean 'girl', 'girdle', 'SIR', or 'Grrr', an informal angry sound?"
At that, Zim snapped. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT GIRLS OR GIRDLES OR SIRS OR ANGRY NOISES! I'M TALKING ABOUT GIR!"
"No data found for 'Gir.'"
"Gir! G-I-R! He's a little robot your size, he's teal, and crazy, and- I left him on that lollipop planet!"
"I sense you are dissatisfied with me. I sense you miss this 'Gir.'"
"Miss him? Why would I miss him? I never liked him in the first place! He was useless! Useless!"
"I sense you do not speak your true feelings."
"Do you call Zim a liar?"
"No, master, no," the SIR said, panicking.
"All right then. Go and do something else. I need to work on the plan alone."
"Hey! Hi! I'm out of lettuce!" Gir shouted. Roger came over to find Gir standing in front of the taco bar they had provided him with.
Roger sighed. "You know, I feel like I'm serving you instead of the other way around."
"Hmmm," Gir replied, not understanding. "Can I have more lettuce?"
"No."
"But I need lettuce for my taco!"
"You've had 36 tacos in the past hour! How are you still hungry? And you're so... little. How do all those tacos even fit in you?"
Gir shrugged. "Lettuce."
"Not now. Not until you do something useful. I've given you all this-" he gestured towards a big teal house surrounded by several pigs, a monkey, and a large moose- "in hopes that you'd do something in return, but I should be rewarding you afterwards. We didn't trade for you just so you could play."
Gir stared at him, still not understanding.
"Now, it's three-thirty. King Tharglosh always needs three shminky pies at four o'clock. For five years that has been my job. But now, it's yours. Go make three shminky pies and bring them to the king. Then, you can have more lettuce."
Gir ran off and soon returned with five kites of various colors.
"Those are kites."
"Uh-huh!" Gir smiled.
"We need three shminky pies."
"Oh yeeeah." Gir rushed off again, this time returning with three triangular magnets, all of which said 'Welcome to Angullor' on them.
"Okay, well, you got the number right this time, but those are magnets. And- oh, get them off your face!"
Gir pulled at a magnet. "It's stuck."
Annoyed, Roger picked Gir up and took the magnets off, tossing them away. "Do you know how to make a shminky pie?"
Gir shook his head. "But I make real good waffles!"
"Okay, fine. I'll make the first one, to show you. But you make the other two, and from then on, it's up to you. Got it?"
"Okaay!"
"To the kitchen, okay?"
Gir went inside the house. "Come on!"
They walked through a room filled entirely with various rubber animals, mainly pigs, then through another with biscuits up to the ceiling.
"Okay, Gir, you start with a crunchy trinvee-grain pie crust," said Roger, explaining as he made the pie. "Then you just fill it with shminkies- these berries here- and bake it at 350. Simple. You can bake this one with the others."
Roger left then, and Gir did a surprisingly good job making the pies. A few minutes later, Roger returned to check up on him. Gir was sitting on the floor, giggling, with a plastic zebra on top of his head. The three pies were sitting on the counter, unbaked.
"Why haven't you baked them yet?" Roger demanded.
"It's..." Gir closed his eyes for a moment- "Three- forty- six."
"Yes. It takes about ten minutes to get to the palace from here! Why aren't they baked?"
"You said to bake 'em at 3:50."
Roger almost screamed in frustration, but controlled himself. He grabbed the pies and stuck them in the oven.
"350 degrees!" he said. "We're going to be late. The king will not be pleased."
"Yay!" Gir exclaimed.
"That's bad."
"Aw."
