YAY! Finally I've updated! Sorry 'bout taking so long... I feel so bad. It's hard working on more then one story, my head is going to explode from the stress! Anyways, here's Zim to recap you on what's going on.

*Zim takes out his voice-changer-thingy and makes his voice deep*

"Ahem! Dirty Earth hyoomans! Last time on this filthy humans story, me and all my superiority was telling Sam to come over to my AMAZING base. And in all its amazingness, I shall cause doom to the Sam! Hahahahahhaha!"

*Later that afternoon*

Skool was finally over... It had been boring sitting in class, watching Bitters go on for an hour about how our lives are doomed because not only are squirrels being skinned, but so are mooses! Yes, I said MOOSES! Though, it was still much more interesting then sitting at home learning about math or penguins or whatever. I had Zims cute little face to look at.

Sighing, I walked down the steps, hands in my only pair of jean-shorts.

Tonight, for homework, I needed to write an essay on Squirrel Doom. That was all. But, it didn't matter. I wasn't going to do it. I had no idea how long I even had here. For all I knew, I could be dreaming this whole thing, and the truth is is that I'm sitting on a bed with my dog Toto and my family watching me sleep like a bunch of perverts. Wait, that's Wizard of Oz...

I finally reached the street, narrowing my eyes as I saw Dib walk out of the Skool.

Not bothering to think much about it anymore, I walked in the direction I thought Zim's house would be. And hey! It was the correct way!

I stopped in the front of the weird house. It seriously stood out with its green and purple colors. Rolling my eyes, I stepped in without any warning, startling Zim who'd gotten there faster with his PAK legs.

"Remember what we are going to do?" He asked, unusually calm, and suddenly a nervous feeling came out of no where.

"Yeah, I guess." He nodded, taking off his contacts. Gir walked beside me, holding my hand like a comforting parent would at a doctors visit.

"So, do YOU like the little tacos?" Gir looked up at me, his blue eyes shimmering as the 3 of us stepped into the metal trashcan elevator.

"Yes Gir, of course I like them." I shivered, it was pretty cold in here,"I love them good."

When we reached the bottom at 50 feet, we stepped out. By then, Gir had gotten bored and I was carrying him on my back.

I rubbed my eyes from the light that shined from the computer, and butterflies came out even more as I stared at the many needles, chambers, and mutated animals that resided in the lab.

Leaning down, but also being careful not to drop Gir, I inspected one of the specimens: A chicken-headed frog.

"Hm. He's got style doesn't he?" I mumbled to Gir, who stuck his tongue out curiously.

I turned around, one arm reached to Gir who was wiggling my fingers around. Zim was turned away, staring intently at one of the many formulas he had in a needle.

I'll be truthful, needles scare the heck out of me. I hate them. They make me scream when I see one.

I gulped: This was a bad idea. But, there was no turning back now. I had some kind of respect for Zim, he wasn't going to hurt me... Right?

Gir hopped off to run over to his master, and I smiled.

"Hey, you got any ice cream in that magical head of yours Gir?" A huge grin spread across the little robots face as 2 ice cream cones(chocolate flavored) popped out of his head. I grabbed one, happily licking it.

It calmed down the nervous-shakes. A little.

Skool has started... It's gonna be a while for anything to get updated... IM SORRY!