A/N: Ruler of All Sporks, thanks for being my first reviewer! I was so excited to hear someone was wanting more of my story! HyperSpooches58: Aww, thanks! I'm glad you like it! Sorry about the chapters being short, though. I think this one may be a little shorter, actually, but oh well, more is coming soon. Anyway, here comes… *DUN DA DA DAAAAAA!* Chapter 4!

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Zim wasn't doing too well himself. The SIR tried hard to fulfill Zim's needs, but was distraught to find he could not make his master happy. The truth was, however Zim refused to admit it, Zim missed Gir. Even at skool, people could tell something was off with him.

"I'm telling you, Gaz, Zim's been way too quiet!" Dib said at lunch.

"Whatever," his sister replied, not taking her eyes off her Game Slave.

"He's probably planning something. Something… awful." Dib climbed onto the lunch table and took a heroic pose. "He must be stopped!"

Gaz ignored him.

Dib got off the table and snatched the game from Gaz's hands. "Don't you care that Zim's trying to destroy humanity?"

Gaz turned to her brother, her eyes filled with rage. "I was about to beat the last level. The LAST LEVEL, Dib."

"There are more important things than that game, Gaz! Won't you help me figure out what's going on?"

"I can't. I have to replay the level you made me lose."

"After skool, then."

"Then I'll be busy making you experience pain like you've never known before."

"Fine then. I guess it's all up to me… again." Dib adjusted his glasses. "Dib, sole savior of the human race… I will stop him!" On that note, he set Gaz's Game Slave down and ran off to question Zim.

Gaz sighed at her older brother's usual hero act, picked up her Game Slave, and restarted the level.

"Zim!" The voice of that giant-headed Dib human interrupted Zim's pretending to eat.

"Hello, fellow filthy meat sack. As you can see, I am a normal Earth child, eating my normal, disgusting Earth lunch."

"I know you're planning something, Zim," Dib said.

"Ah, yes, I am planning… a surprise party!" Zim replied, thinking quickly.

"Oh yeah? For who?" Dib asked knowingly.

"For my, uh… dog, of course! Yes, my dog!"

Zim thought of the green dog suit that Gir often wore. "Ah, Gir… with your little disguise and your random shouts of nonsense…" He quickly shook his head. "I mean, your… fur and random… barking! Because my dog, like any human dog, does not speak, and is most certainly not on another planet!"

Dib looked confused for a moment. "Wait, Gir's on another planet? Is he back on your home planet? Is he fetching your leaders? Tell me, Zim! And if you don't, I have ways of finding out!"

Zim stood up on the table. "I AM NORMAL!" he shouted.

"YOU'RE AN ALIEN!" Dib shouted in frustration.

"No he's not! His dog doesn't speak!" Zita said in an exasperated tone from another table.

Dib sighed. "This isn't over, Zim. I will find out what you're up to. I will!"

"Crazy," someone muttered. A murmur of agreement passed through the cafeteria.

Dib began to walk back to his table. "I have to figure out what he's planning," he said out loud to himself. "I could sneak into his base… but he'd be there… unless… I do it while he's gone! But when do I know he'll be gone? Well, there's always when he's at skool, but… That's it!" He smiled at his plan, then slid into his seat next to his sister. He'd put his plan into action after lunch.