The Voot Cruiser raced through the stars, dodging enemy fire from left to right. It was an galactic chase of epic proportions. Soon the Voot was cornered from every direction. All seemed hopeless. The four enemy ships charged for their prey. The Voot was as good as destroyed, but what they didn't expect was for it to rise directly upwards. The villains all crashed into each other in an enormous, fiery explosion. Skoodge was more than relieved to be rid of them.

"I thought we'd never get away from those space pirates," the Irken noted to the human beside him.

"It was easier than escaping those insect monsters," Gaz remarked. Both nodded in agreement before continuing onwards. It did not take them long to get to their desired planet. Gaz looked at the glowing sign with skepticism. "This is Foodcourtia?" she asked in disbelief; "What's so special about this place?"

"Zim has bad history on this planet," Skoodge answered. "Let's just say they don't exactly like him here."

Nothing more needed to be said. They continued on, looking as inconspicuous as possible. After finally landing on the planet's surface, the two exited the ship and looked around. The area was surprisingly empty. It was quiet. The perfect level of quiet.

"Where is everyone?" Gaz asked.

"Something's wrong," Skoodge decided. "It's never quiet on Foodcourtia. Like, ever."

They continued forward on foot. Reaching the epicenter of town, they still found nothing but empty buildings and broken dreams. The broken dreams was nothing new, but why was the planet so quiet? It just didn't make any sense. Of course, the two weary travelers had no time to ponder such things. They just needed to find what was theirs and get out as quickly as possible. Easier said than done.

The two wandered aimlessly until they heard the faintest of noises. It was a light, squeaky sort of noise going on and on in a droning manner. It would stop every now and then , only to be followed by an even lighter sound in the form of a "nyeh." It was coming from the restaurant across the street.

Skoodge and Gaz hurried inside. The establishment was empty to the core, not a single living organism to be seen. That is, except for the two robots standing at the counter. The bigger, silver one was standing on where a human's toes would be, while the purple one merely floated in the air.

"And I want a taco, and I want a burrito…"

"Nyeh!"

"And I want a bowling ball filled with rhinos! And some ice skis, and some Salty Lemonade…"

"Nyeh!"

"And I want a taco, and-"

Before GIR could continue his order, Gaz tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey!" she greeted in a manner only Gaz could. GIR turned around and simply shushed the human before adding more food stuffs to his ever-growing nonexistent meal. Gaz's right eyebrow began twitching. This time she forced GIR to turn completely around. He stared at her with wide eyes, never showing any sign of fear or regret for his previous action.

"There's no one there! You're talking to no one!" Gaz pointed in frustration. GIR stayed silent for a moment before finally responding.

"I know that, but they don't."

And with that, he continued ordering. Gaz slapped her face. She was surrounded by idiots. Before the girl could have a complete meltdown, Skoodge stepped in to ease the tension. "GIR, we're looking for Zim. Have you seen him?" he asked.

The robot looked at the Irken and nodded. "He's over there," was the response. GIR pointed at a poster on the wall. Gaz and Skoodge examined the large sheet of paper, both seemingly intrigued.

"Nyeh-nyeh, nyeh," Minimoose added.

"What? The entire planet's after him?!" Skoodge asked. Both robots nodded to answer. As if on cue, the four heard a scream in the distance growing closer and closer. In an instant, Zim, Dib, and a gigantic mob ran right past the door. The mob seemed to go one for forever. "We gotta go help them!" Skoodge declared. Gaz merely shrugged her shoulders.

"Then let's make it quick," she said. "I just want to go back home and pummel Dib before nighttime."

"Oh, you aren't going anywhere."

Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. An Irken female in purple clothing and her robotic assistant rose from behind the counter.

"No one's going anywhere."