"What do you mean you don't know how to get home?!" Dib shrieked. He and Gir had wandered into the city and gotten themselves lost, and he'd just learned that Gir possessed no sense of direction.
Gir pointed to a taxi, "if you take one of those things you'll end up in Mexico."
Dib smacked his palm to his forehead. "That doesn't help us at all! I didn't want to bring you home but I never would have come this far if I knew you didn't have a guidance system!"
"Oh, I do… or I did… but I lost it."
Dib groaned. If Zim wasn't so annoying (or lacking in common sense) himself, the boy would wonder how the alien put up with this thing. "Can't you call your Master?"
Gir thought about this, then replied, "he's sick."
Dib sighed. That was true… sort of… and he doubted Zim would be able to navigate them home anyway. He might have some technology to lock in on their location, but then he'd have to bring the guidance chip to them and Dib doubted he'd be willing to do that either.
His stomach rumbled and he sighed. "Well, as long as we're here, why don't we get something to eat, huh?"
"I WANT PIZZA!" Gir waved his arms frantically. "With anchovies!"
Dib grimaced and checked his wallet. "You can have anchovies…"
"And pineapple?" Gir tugged on the boy's trench coat. "And sausage, and mushrooms, and lots of cheese…"
Five toppings? Dib sighed. That was going to burn a hole in his allowance. "Sure… and maybe someone can point us in the direction home."
He didn't really believe that. Nobody in their city seemed to know the back of their own hand, never mind how to get back to the tiny part of town he and Zim lived in.
Come to think of it, he didn't even know where there was a pizza place around here.
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Zim suddenly realized that the Tallest never told him where the vessels come from. Not wanting to bother them again so soon, he did a search in his Pak and discovered something that made him grin. For whatever reason, he wanted to tell Dib. He retrieved the transmitter from his Pak and demanded, "Gir! Gir, where are you?"
Silence. Zim growled and retracted the transmitter. He was probably at the Dib's house… that place was so full of sciencey stuff that it must be interfering with the signal. Zim decided to do more research and hope Gir would call back.
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"I'm sorry sir, could you repeat the first part of your order?"
Dib sighed, "a large extra cheese pizza with anchovies, sausage, mushroom, and… will you quit tugging on my trench coat!"
Gir's doggy ears fell flat to his head and he held up a small slip of paper sheepishly. Dib sighed and took it, then realized why the robot had been bugging him. The human had warned him not to talk in front of other humans, since real dogs couldn't do that (but couldn't they?), so he could only whine and pester to get the boy's attention.
"I didn't know you had a coupon," he said to Gir, handing it to the cashier. Gir just smiled.
"Sir, this is good for five toppings," the teen said disinterestedly, "you only specified four."
"I did?" Dib looked to Gir, "what was that fifth thing?"
Gir motioned his paws in the outline of what he wanted. It took a minute, but the boy remembered.
"Pineapple."
The teen shuddered, "one large extra cheese, anchovies, sausage, mushroom, and pineapple?"
"Right… and a small pepperoni."
"You have to pay for that one… but your coupon includes a drink."
Gir squealed and ran to the cooler to fetch his drink. Dib didn't get it. A free large five topping and a drink? Where did the robot come up with this stuff?
Robot. He probably printed it himself. Which means Dib was in big trouble if they found out. He sighed and paid for his pizza, then went to sit down at a booth while they waited.
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Zim jumped and retrieved his transmitter. He hadn't actually expected the robot to contact him.
"You called, Master?"
"Gir! Why didn't you answer."
"Me and the big-head boy's getting' pizza! He told me not to talk in front of people."
"Since when do you do what you're told?'
"He said if I talked then we'd have to leave without getting the pizza."
Blackmail. The Dib knew how to work the minion better than he did! "Where are you now?"
"Outside the pizza place, the big-head boy's inside waitin' for the food."
Since when did he speak in such coherent sentences? "Does he know where you are?"
A pause, then meekly, "no…"
"Well go back inside and get him, then call back AFTER you eat your pizza."
"Yes, sir!"
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"Gir! Where did you go?"
The robot opened his mouth to answer, then slammed it shut and pointed to the door. He then proceeded to drink his can of Classic Poop. Dib sighed, then went to the counter to retrieve their order.
