Author's Note: Thanks to all my wonderful reviews and readers! I hope you're enjoying things so far! Just note that literary references abound in this chapter! That's right! Winnie and everything about her is based off of a beloved classic.

Forgive me Zim fans! It's so hard to write for him and that's why his chapters tend to be shorter. It really bugs the crap out of me because Zim is supposed to be the main character! (Dib! Winnie! Stop hogging the spot light!) I'll try to write better for our favorite little invader. Promise! On a brighter note you get to see GIR again! Yay! Well, Read, review and enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Information

5:25 PM Friday Zim's Base

The machines around the base hummed as they preformed their tasks for their master. Though most machines don't have a conscience they seemed to know that their little master was in a particularly foul mood. The main computer gave a sigh as it began running the information Zim wanted again for the third time. The Irken invader was not pleased with the results no matter what came up.

"It can't be right!" his fists slammed down on the control board.

"Ow! Please don't do that sir…"

Zim's red eyes, free from those awful contacts, scanned over the profile information next to a picture of Winnie. He rubbed his sore belly where he had been so brutally stomped on.

Winnie Woods

Age: 13

Birth date: October 14th

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Relations: Edward Woods (Twin Brother), Christopher Woods (Older Brother), Alan Woods (Father)

Current Residence: 1926 Sanders Drive

The rest of the information that was displayed showed Winnie's medical records, her grades since first grade, her official birth records, etc. Pretty much everything under her name and social security number. It unfathomable to Zim that she had so much information. He was so sure that she was an alien, but all the evidence was stacked against him.

"She is really good!" He said suddenly aloud. He wasn't going to admit that maybe he was wrong. After all when had he ever been wrong? Well, multiple times actually, but Zim never acknowledged any of it.

"Sir, are you sure she's an alien spy from the Resisty. I mean, why would she go through so much trouble make thirteen years worth of documents? In paper too. This Winnie girl seems to be a legitimate huma-" Despite the computer's careful phrasing, his master furiously cut him off.

"Nonsense! She's just knows that she's dealing with the best invader there is!"

"Of course…" If the computer had eyes he would have rolled them. Zim could be so vain… and paranoid. Let's not forget that.

"Computer! Where is the Winnie Creature now?"

Quietly running the scan, the computer located Winnie sitting on the couch of a very familiar person. For a nano second the computer debated on whether or not it should lie. If Zim was panicking over some little girl, he was going to flip when he knew she was with his main rival. On second thought that might be kind of funny! Computer decided to itself as it pulled up the coordinates and a visual stream from a secret camera in the Membrane family's living room. Dib wasn't the only one with spy bugs. Hardly a second later Zim was screaming at the top of his lungs in terror.

"S-She's with the Dib! How could she!?" Zim cried out. His face had paled to a lighter shade of its normal green. The computer stifled a giggle. For some reason he could make sounds that other machines couldn't. The little master was grinding his teeth while pulling his antennas. The computer was so glad he was recording this for later. Maybe he'd post it on the Irken Internet for laughs!

"Jealous?" jested the computer.

"This is no time for jelly! Those two are plotting my downfall as we speak!"

The computer once again would have rolled his eyes. It was no fun to tease the master when he was so oblivious… Quickly, Zim summoned GIR who was eating pizza up stairs in the main house. When the elevator arrived GIR was nowhere to be found inside.

CLANK!

CLANK!

THUD!

"Do it again!" Giggled the crazy robot. Both Zim and the Computer sighed. Zim shook his head as he pressed the button for the elevator to go down lower. GIR was sitting on top of the elevator grinning madly pointing to a huge dent over his left eye. "It was fun!"

"GIR! You're supposed to ride inside the elevator! Not jump on top of it!" Zim chastised. "Now quit playing around and come on! We've got work to do! Computer!"

"Yah?"

"Get the voot cruiser ready! I'm heading out!"

"Whatever."