A/N: Warning: This chapter is full of randomness. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Invader Zim. Jhonen Vasquez and/or Viacom own them. I don't know who. Someone does. Not me.

Chapter 4: Shoplifting and Some Other Stuff

"Hey GIR," I asked the android, who was in his doggy costume, as we walked down the street. "What does shoplifting mean?"

"I dunno!" GIR squealed. I giggled. GIR could make the worst situation turn into a good day, just by being himself.

"I hope it doesn't mean we have to lift shops. I'm not..." I began. The robot's green covered head bobbed up and down to the tune he began to beatbox. "That's so cool! I wanna try!" I blurted. My hands cupped around my lips and I started making bubbling noises. GIR was the one laughing this time. After a few more failed attempts, I joined in the giggles before seeing our destination.

The mall.

I had never been in a mall, mainly because my mom would think I would do the exact same stunt I was about to attempt. When I was little, I took little things like stickers and slinkies from the local newsagents. That was before my mom knew I had ADHD. After she found out I had this condition, she basically never let me go anywhere without here. Those rules didn't really matter right now. I was going to die soon, all because of rainbows. If I manage to live, I will never like rainbows ever again. I thought. My thoughts soon went back to the task at hand. GIR and I pushed on the door and gaped in awe at this giant place.

"IT'S SO BIG!" GIR and I screamed in unison. After that I proceeded in licking the floor. GIR followed. We must have looked very strange, because a few Japanese tourists began to take pictures next to us. I was used to it, seeing as I did stuff like this all the time. Once we had got our fill of the floor, we browsed through a couple of stores and drew on windows with a marker GIR just happened to have. I wondered where he got all this random stuff, but then decided not to question it, in case I angered the Random Stuff Spirit. Once we had drawn on seven store windows, a large man stood in front of us.

"Hi mister!" I screamed. The dog next to me smiled.

"Are you…"

"I'm a cow." I whispered.

"That's very nice little girl. Now tell…"

"MOO!" I yelled before running in circles.

"People these days." The man grumbled. "Little girl!" He shouted. I was now making airplane noises and was hopping towards the exit. My robot friend was on my back screeching with laughter. The doors opened and we rushed towards the Deelishus Weenie across the street. I lowered GIR onto the floor and we stared at the stand.

"Yay! Corn!" GIR announced. My legs rushed towards the front of the line. I stiffened up and put on a very serious face.

"You!" I shouted, pointing to the employee working the stand. He jumped up with a start. "You ate the corn." I growled.

"No! I swear! I…I was just working here!" He pleaded. I narrowed my eyes and then pounced on him.

"You have really orange hair!" I announced before throwing him out of the door behind him. I dusted my hands off and sighed. "Well GIR, I think we did a good job. Let's go home." I concluded. GIR clapped his hands and smiled. I held out my hand and he grabbed onto it. We skipped home the rest of the way, unaware of the police sirens behind us.

It was a few hours later, and I was sitting in the police station. A mall security guard, a hot dog stand worker and the Chief of Police where all standing over me. Oh, and my mom was there too. I think I would get the worst punishment out of her. The Chief was reading out a long list of crimes I had preformed, but I was too busy staring at the window, thinking of my horrible fate. No, not the one I would receive from my mother, but it was pretty close. Death sounded pretty cool, but there will be no one else there to keep me company. I don't believe in Heaven, but I'll think we all go somewhere when we leave this world. Maybe a place made entirely out of food. Or a room with a moose. I don't know. Whatever happens when you die, I was going to find out sooner or later.

"And that Elpis Carson is why you are placed under federal arrest for two hours." The Chief concluded. I lowered my head and stood up. A couple of people led me to a padded white room and locked the door. I didn't even know if I was going to be alive in two hours. At least I'll die in a comfy room. I thought before flinging myself at a wall and sliding down again. My eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

A/N: Wow. That was rushed. But it was somewhat important. Tell me what you thought of it!