Where’s Gir?

by Autobot-Tiff

After Zim accidentally hurts Gir’s feelings, he realizes the mistake he made when he notices that Gir is gone. Now, it’s a race against time for Zim to find and bring Gir home. And along the way, Zim relaizes just how important his little SIR is in his life. Requested by KatLovesTF.

2. Part 2

Part 2 conclusion! Tons of cute, silly fluff ahead!

Where's Gir? Part 2

"Please, Gir...I need my little SIR unit back where he belongs," Zim said as he knelt down, and held his arms out to Gir.

Gir didn't say anything at first, but then tears of happiness flooded in his optics. He ran up to Zim and glomped him in the biggest bear hug ever. Zim yelped a little as he was tackled to the ground, and was being squeezed tightly in a hug.

"I missed you too, Zimmy!" Gir said happily as he snuggled against his alien master's chest. "I wuv you, Zimmy! I wuv you sooo much!" Gir then planted a big smooch right where Zim's nose would be, making the Irken blush a little.

While this cute, emotional moment was taking place, Dib couldn't help but sneakily take his camera out and snap a few pictures. He just hoped Zim wouldn't notice.

But after a few more pictures, Zim finally noticed the camera in Dib's hands that was being pointed directly at him and Gir. He narrowed his eyes dangerously at Dib. "You better be taking a selfie of yourself with that camera."

"Of course I am!" Dib lied as he pretended to take a picture of himself.

Before Zim could say something else to Dib, he suddenly winced and began squirming uncomfortably as Gir squeezed him tighter in a hug. "O-Okay, Gir. I get it. You love me very much. Now...you're squeezing me too tight!"

Gir just giggled and squeezed Zim even tighter, just to see his reaction. Zim jolted with a loud wince. He felt like he was being hugged by an anaconda!

"Gir! I'm serious..! You're...squeezing...too tight! You're...You're crushing my squeedily smooch! Aaahh!"

Dib giggled and laughed watching Zim struggle to pry Gir off himself since he was complaining that his organs were getting crushed by Gir's super tight hug.

Finally, Zim managed to tug Gir off. "All right! Now that you've nearly crushed my skeleton, I actually have something to give you."

Gir's optics lit up. "Ooooh really? What is it? What is it?"

Zim smiled and placed Gir on the ground. "Wait here." He disappeared back into the hallway to retrieve the stuffed toy he bought for Gir.

Gir excitedly packed his things back into his head compartment while he waited for Zim to come back with his present.

Dib spotted Gir's feathery cat toy on the floor. "Here," he said, handing Gir the toy. "Maybe you can play with Zim later on using this."

"Ooooh yeah!" Gir beamed, grabbing his toy. "Oh! And look what your sister, Gazzy, gave me!" He held up a small nail polish kit that contained seven little bottles of neon colored, rainbow nail polish.

"Why did she give you that?"

"I found it!" Gir said proudly. "And then she let me have it 'cause she says she hates bright colors. Do you think I can use this on Zimmy?"

Dib chuckled, and shook his head with a smile. "Maybe. But that stuff's for girls. But...I guess that can also work for Zim."

"How come?" Gir asked innocently.

"Well...to tell you the truth...when Zim first came to skool, I was confused 'cause I didn't know if he was wearing a dress or a long shirt."

Gir giggled, and then stuffed the nail polish kit inside his head compartment. He perked up when he heard Zim grunting in the hallway.

"Gir, cover your eyes!" Zim called out.

"Okay!" Gir replied.

Zim had trouble pushing the giant plush piggy through the bedroom door. Dib's eyes widened when he saw the massive pig that Zim was trying to shove through.

When Zim finally managed to yank the piggy inside—with the help of his metal arms from his pak—he told Gir to uncover his eyes.

As soon as Gir saw the huge stuffed piggy, his optics lit up brighter than a Christmas tree and he squealed in happiness.

"I hope you love it, Gir," said Zim. "Take this giant, heavy piggy as an apology gift from—" Zim got cut off when Gir tackled him to the floor, and began smothering his face with happy kisses. Gir even tried to kiss Zim on the lips to show his great thanks, but Zim just pushed him away while saying he shouldn't do inappropriate stuff in front of Dib.

"So," Zim said, cradling Gir in his arms. "Are you ready to go home?"

Gir nodded and snuggled against Zim's chest. Then he suddenly gasped and wiggled out of Zim's arms. Gir ran up to Dib, and glomped him in a cuddly hug. "Thank you for letting me stay, Dibby. And for letting me take care of you! I wuv you too, Dibby!" He planted a little kiss on Dib's nose, making the boy giggle.

"Bye-bye, Dibby!" Gir waved goodbye as he was being cradled by Zim again.

Zim leaned towards Dib. "Thank you for taking good care of him while I wasn't here," Zim said quietly.

"No problem," Dib replied.

"But," said Zim. "I have no idea why he came here; in your filthy dump of a human home." Dib just rolled his eyes.

"All right, Gir." Zim bounced the little robot in his arms a little. "Let's go home. We have the rest of this day to do whatever you want."

While Gir excitedly babbled about all the fun things he had planned for them, Zim sprouted two metal arms from his pak so he could drag the massive stuffed pig all the way back to base.

On the way downstairs, Gir waved goodbye to Gaz, who also made fun of Zim trying to drag the heavy toy and carry Gir at the same time. Zim even had trouble stuffing the fat piggy through the front door since it was so heavy and chubby.

It was a long journey just to walk a few blocks back to Zim's house. That was because the massive piggy was weighing him down with all of its plush weight.

Zim nearly collapsed against his front door when they finally arrived. His legs felt like there were going to give out, and he ended up face planting against the floor once he finally managed to open the door.

Walking the last block felt like torture to Zim because not only did the plush pig weigh him down, but Gir added to the weight by clinging to Zim's leg. Poor Zim had to drag what felt like 600 pounds all the way to his house on just one leg.

"Okay, Gir...we...we made it," Zim said, out of breath.

Gir scrambled off of Zim to hug the couch. "Couuuch!" he screeched happily. "I missed you so much!" Gir raced to his room, and happily hugged all his toys and stuffed animals. He was so happy to be back home.

He heard Zim grunting from behind. Zim was dragging the massive piggy into Gir's room. "Here," he said tiredly. "Now you can play with this thing in your room for as long as you want."

"Where are you going?" Gir asked when Zim started to leave.

"Oh just to relax. It's been quite a rough day."

"I wanna relax with you!" Gir exclaimed, and then raced to Zim's room. Zim was suprised when Gir handed him his pajamas. "Here you go, Zimmy! Now you can relax in your jammies!"

"Oh. Um...thanks, Gir." Zim stood there with his pajamas awkwardly since Gir didn't leave the room so he could change. Zim then motioned for Gir to leave. Gir just tilted his head in innocent confusion.

Zim sighed. "Gir, will you please get out? I can't change in front of you."

"Oh, it's okay," Gir said, covering his optics. "I won't look."

Zim sighed again. He quickly changed into his pajamas, which were a baggy grey T-shirt, and black pants that had the soft consistency of leggings.

"Are you done?" Gir asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"Great!" Gir beamed. "Now we can play!"

"Well...okay. What do you want to do?"

Gir pulled out the nail polish kit Gaz gave him from his head compartment. "I wanna paint your nails!"

Zim hesistated. "Why?"

"'Cause it's fun, and look at all the pretty colors!"

Zim still didn't seem convinced. "Isn't that stuff for girls?"

"No. Everyone paints their nails." Gir suddenly lowered his voice. "Even the kids from your school. They do it 'cause it's normal."

That ended up convincing Zim since he wanted to blend in with the humans as much as possible. And if the kids from his school painted their nails rainbow colors and deemed that as normal, then Zim wanted to be a part of it.

"Okay, fine."

Gir happily took Zim's hand, and led him back to the living room. Then Gir went back to fetch his giant stuffed piggy.

"Show off," Zim muttered when he saw how easy it was for Gir to lift the huge pig. He was suprised when Gir grabbed his ankles, and propped his feet on the pig's head. "What are you doing?"

"To paint your nails on your footsies later!" Gir answered as he began taking Zim's gloves off.

"And you're sure that the humans do this all the time as a normal thing?"

Gir nodded, and then started to open the nail polish kit. "Yeah."

"And...you're sure that this stuff isn't just for girls?"

Gir nodded again. "Yeah."

Zim squinted suspiciously. "Are you sure? A hundred percent?"

"A thousand percent!"

Zim reluctantly let Gir take his hand so he could paint his green claws. Zim twitched his hand when he felt the cold polish against his skin. After a few minutes, Gir finally painted all three claws on Zim's left hand.

After painting Zim's other set of claws, Gir went ahead and grabbed Zim's ankle so he could paint the claws on his foot. This was difficult because Zim was very ticklish on his feet, and kept kicking Gir whenever he felt the the nail polish brush stroke over the tips of his toes.

Gir giggled as he watched Zim's toes twitch and wiggle like crazy as he kept trying to paint them. "Zimmy, hold still!"

"I-I can't help i-hi-hi-hi-hit!!" Zim tried his absolute hardest to stay still and not laugh, but it felt impossible to do so. He just hoped this would be over soon.

Finally, Gir was finished panting the rest of his toes. "Yay! You're done!"

Zim examined his hands and feet. His claws were now painted neon rainbow colors. They looked strange, but also nice at the same time. "Okay, Gir. Now what?"

Gir stuffed the nail polish bottles back into the kit. Then he perked up with a happy noise. "I wanna play Hide-n-Seek!"

Zim hesistated for a moment. "Hide-n-Seek? Hmm...well I don't want to hide, so..."

"Ooooh! I'll hide!" Gir said excitedly. "Count to a hundred, and then find me!"

Zim smiled. "All right. One...two...three..."

Gir squealed, and took off running down the hallway.

"Wait, Gir!" Zim called out. "Make sure you stay up in the house area! Don't go down into my lab!"

Zim didn't even count to a hundred. He instead waited a minute and a half, and then got off the couch to seek Gir. Zim felt like he didn't need to put much effort to find Gir because he had a hunch on where the little robot was hiding.

He skimmed the other rooms until he opened the door to his own bedroom. He smirked when he heard shuffling sounds coming from his closet.

"Well...I guess Gir's not hiding in here," Zim said casually as he walked to the door. Then he closed the door, making it seem like he left. Zim stayed quiet for a few seconds, listening for any more sounds. He heard a light giggle coming from the closet.

Zim quietly tiptoed to his closet, then slowly slid the closet door open. He saw a small shifting lump under one of his Irken uniforms that was on the floor.

He sprouted two metal arms from his pak, and quickly snatched the little bundle up. "Gotcha!"

Gir shrieked and flared his little arms around. "Zimmy! How you find me so fast?"

"Oh, it was simple," Zim answered, still dangling Gir upside down. "As an Irken, my senses are heightened which makes it easier to find little prey like you. It's no wonder why we Irkens are clearly the superior race in the galaxy."

Gir just giggled sweetly, and playfully batted at Zim's face like a playful kitten. He squealed when Zim suddenly dropped him on the nearby bed. Before Gir could get up, Zim right away sat on his little legs and pinned Gir's little wrists above his head.

"And where do you think you're going?" Zim asked teasingly.

Gir giggled in anticipation while trying to tug his wrists free from Zim's metal arms. "Zimmy, let go!"

"Why should I?" Zim then gestured to his neon, rainbow painted claws. "You're just lucky I can't touch you because my nails are still drying. I have to admit, they do look stunning. But..." He leaned his face close to Gir, making the little bot squirm. "that doesn't mean you're going to get away that easily."

"Zimmy, what are you gonna do?" Gir asked, even though he knew what was about to happen.

"Isn't it obvious?" Zim asked with a playful smirk. "I'm going to make you explode with laughter!" Then Zim leaned down, and used the tips of his antennae to brush and wiggle over Gir's metal belly.

Instantly, Gir twitched and squealed with loud squeaky giggles. Zim's antennae felt like little feathers against his tummy. "EEEEEEEEHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! ZIMMYYYYYY! NO-HO-HO-HO-HO! NO TICKLES! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!"

"And why not?" Zim asked with a teasing smirk. He wiggled his antennae faster against Gir's little tummy, making the tiny robot squeal louder and shriek hysterics. "It's been such a long time since I've played with you, and had a chance to make you laugh. Let's see...how long has it been since I last saw you? 24 hours? That's how long I'm going to keep on tickling you!"

Gir frantically shook his head while still shrieking laughter. 24 hours sounded like 24 years. "NO ZIMMY! NO-HO-HO-HO! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! N-NO MORE TICKLES! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE!"

"Give me one good reason why I should stop," Zim said as he now stroked his antennae under Gir's little arms.

Gir jolted with a loud shriek, and began tugging on his trapped wrists with shrieky laughter. "AAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! ZIMMY-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NO PWEASE! N-NO MO-HO-HO-HORE! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

"Oh you want more?" Zim asked teasingly. He chuckled when he saw Gir frantically shake his head again. Zim checked the claws on his hands to make sure the nail polish was finally dry. "Well since my claws are finally dry, of course I can give you more tickles!"

Gir shrieked even louder when he suddenly felt Zim's clawed fingers rapidly scratch under his arms. "AAAAAHHH! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! BAD ZIMMY! BA-HA-HA-HA-HAD!"

Zim pretended to be offended. "Excuuuse me?! You're saying I'm bad?! I don't know if I should feel offended, or take that as a compliment. But now that I think about it...you were insulting me, weren't you?" Gir shook his head while still shrieking giggles. "Now you're trying to lie, Gir? Are you serious? You dare lie to my face?!"

The little robot couldn't stop laughing uncontrollably at how silly Zim was acting. That's why he was never really intimidated when Zim always raised his voice when he talking because to Gir, it sounded silly the way Zim said it. And no one could say insults sillier than his Irken master.

Gir was panting heavily and still giggling when Zim stopped his tickle torture for a moment. "Pwease, Zimmy...no more. No more tickles! It's too ticklish!"

"Well duh," Zim said, playfully rolling his eyes. "It's supposed to. That's the whole point, Gir. Now...where was I?" He smirked as he eyed Gir's little tummy.

Gir squealed a loud "No!" as Zim spidered his claws all over his belly. He knew Zim was going to target his very ticklish spot next. But surprisingly, Gir didn't mind. He missed playing with Zim like this, and was actually excited for his alien master to tickle him silly!

Zim leaned his head down to Gir's belly, and began playfully nipping against the metal surface. The little alien grinned with satisfaction when he heard Gir shriek squeaky giggles, and beg for his master to stop.

"There will be no stopping, Gir!" Zim spoke against the little bot's tummy. "Ever! And do you know why?" Gir was too busy giggling and squeaking to answer. "Because Irken invaders never show mercy when torturing their little SIRs! Besides, I still haven't punished you for running away!"

Before Gir could say something, he squirmed violently and screamed laughter as Zim began blowing repeatedly against his belly. "PFFFFFFF! PFFFFFFF! PFFFFFFFF!"

"AAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! ZIMMYYYYYYY! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! AAAAAHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA! PLEASE, ZIMMY! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! I'M SOWWY! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!"

Zim kept tickling the little robot, and blowing more raspberries until he suddenly felt Gir start to heat up from laughing so much. Only then did Zim stop and finally release him to prevent Gir from accidentally going offline from too much laughter.

Gir laid like a limp noodle against Zim's bed as he struggled to catch his breath. Then he slowly sat up, and nearly fell back since he was so tired.

"Are you okay?" Zim asked, gently rubbing Gir's back.

Gir nodded tiredly. But then his tiredness quickly went away, and he perked up now wanting to play again. He didn't admit it out loud, but he wanted to get Zim back for nearly ticking him offline. And he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He tugged on the end of Zim's pajama shirt. "Master? I wanna play another game with you!"

"All right then. What do you wanna do now?"

Gir pretended to think it over, and then exclaimed, "I wanna play Tickle Tag!"

Zim sighed with a frown. "How'd I know you were going to say that?"

"Can we play? Please? Please? Pweeeease?"

Zim hesistated. Gir always wanted to play that game with him, and Zim was lucky enough to avoid playing by coming with the excuse that he had too much work to do in his lab.

Zim had actually played Tickle Tag with Gir once before, and he deeply regretted it. After that, he never wanted to play again. But now, Gir wanted to play and excuses couldn't save Zim this time.

"Mmmm...do I have to play?"

"Pwease, Zimmy?" Gir asked sweetly, flashing sad puppy optics. "I wanna play with you. Pweeeeease?"

Zim wanted to say no, but Gir's cute little face and optics made it impossible to do so. Plus, he did promise Gir he would play whatever he wanted when they got back to the house. "Oh...fine. Yeah, I'll play."

"Yaaaay!" Gir cheered, hugging Zim around his stomach.

Zim brushed him off. "So...who's going to be—"

"I wanna be It!" Gir loudly interrupted.

"Okay, fine."

"Wait, Zimmy! You gotta make me be It first!"

Zim rolled his eyes and then poked Gir's little belly, making him squeak and giggle. "There. You're It."

Gir hopped down from the bed and giggled, "Now run, Zimmy! I gonna chase you now!"

Zim smiled, and got down from his bed. Now that his claws were dry, he slipped his gloves back on. Zim then pretended to be scared as Gir chased him all around the room. But then he really started panicking when he saw Gir pull out the feathery cat toy from his head compartment. "W-Wait, Gir. No!"

Gir giggled at Zim's reaction, and soon began chasing Zim all over the house. From experience, Zim knew how bad that evil feathery toy felt. He didn't want to be tickled by those evil feathers again.

But it didn't matter where Zim hid, or how many times he managed to barely avoid being caught by Gir because Gir was very determined to catch Zim.

Zim kept running until he managed to lose Gir when he turned around a corner. Then he dashed to his room, and slammed the door shut. Zim didn't even have a chance to catch his breath when Gir suddenly kicked his door open.

With a squeak of fear, Zim leaped onto his bed and disappeared under his blanket. Gir climbed up on the bed, and wormed his way under the covers so he could grab Zim.

The little Irken yelped when he saw Gir's bright, electric-blue optics illuminating under the covers. He tried to make a run for it, but Gir threw himself onto Zim.

"Gotchu!" Gir cheered happily as he pressed Zim against the bed.

"Congrats, Gir. Now let me up."

"Not yet," Gir said with a smirk as he slipped his hands under Zim's arms, making Zim squeak and slam his arms down to his sides. "'Member, Zimmy? 'Member what happens when I tag you?"

"D-Don't...remind me!" Zim squeaked out as he tried to fight those tingling surges that were trying to make him laugh. He did end up laughing uncontrollably loudly when Gir's little fingers began rapidly moving under his arms. "AAAAAHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! OKAY, GIR! STOP IT! STOP I-HI-HI-HI-HIT!"

Gir just giggled, and continued to tickle his alien master. "Silly Zimmy. You know the rules: when someone catches you, they get to tickle you so you can be It. That's why it's called Tickle Tag!"

Zim began squirming in his bed, and kicking his legs wildly. "HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! W-WHO CA-HA-HA-HA-HARES?! HA-HA-HA-HA! C'MON GIR, STO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOP!"

Gir ignored Zim's response, and then switched to slipping his little metal hands under Zim's pajama shirt to tickle his green belly. Zim jolted with a silly high-pitched shriek, and laughed even harder. "WAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! GIR, NO-HO-HO-HO-HO! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE GIR!"

"Oh, you want more tickles, Zimmy?" Gir asked teasingly.

Zim knew he was mocking him. He frantically shook his head, and ended up kicking his blanket off his body. "NO GIR! NO-HO-HO-HO!"

Zim then sighed in relief when those torturous tingles stopped. But his relief didn't last long when Gir sneakily scooted to his feet. Zim yelped a little when he felt Gir snatch his right ankle.

But before he could say anything, Zim exploded with hysterical laughs and giggles when Gir mercilessly tickled the bottom of his foot. Gir went from soft strokes to hard scratches, each time make Zim laugh harder and harder. And since he wasn't wearing any socks, it felt even worse to know that Gir could mess with his sensitive skin. Gir was even sneaky enough to tickle under and in between the alien's little green toes.

"NONONONO, GIR! DON'T—AAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! GI-HI-HI-HI-HIR! GIR, NO! STA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!"

Poor Zim was kicking his legs like crazy, but Gir would not quit tickling the bottoms of his feet. No matter what Zim did—pull his knees up to his chest or try to cover his feet with the blanket—Gir's little wiggling fingers would just follow.

Just when Zim thought things couldn't get any worse, it did. He laid there, panting heavily, when Gir finally decided to give him a break. "Please, Gir...just...stop this...this ridiculous game!"

"But I'm not done yet!" Gir whined. "I haven't done the best part yet!"

"W-What's...What's the best part?" Zim tiredly asked.

Gir replied in a sing-song voice, "It's a surprise!"

"Oh gosh...Gir, you know I hate surprises."

"It's okay, master," Gir said while patting Zim's head. "I let you relax first. You can take a nap if you want."

Zim thought about that suggestion. A nap did sound good. Maybe he could avoid another tickle attack from Gir by going to sleep. But what he didn't know was that he was going to be rendered completely vulnerable in a few seconds.

Wanting to rest more comfortably, Zim disconnected his Irken pak from his back so it wouldn't bother him. But once he was about to make himself comfy under his blanket, Gir began poking his sides and belly.

"Gir, no-ho-ho-ho!!" Zim giggled as he scooted away from the little playful bot. "Y-You said no mo-ho-ho-ho-hore tickling!!"

Gir didn't answer, and continued poking at Zim until he managed to get Zim to scoot all the way to the edge of the bed. Zim was so distracted by his giggling that he didn't know he was reaching the edge until he fell backwards, and instinctively braced his hands against the floor to prevent from falling.

"Aaah! Gir, help me up!" Zim said as he was now upside down.

Gir giggled at pointed at his alien master that was upside down. This was exactly what he wanted.

"Gir, I'm serious!" Zim said. He tried pulling himself up on his own bed, but his feet couldn't quite reach the mattress. "C'mon, Gir! I hate being upside down!" He yelped a little when he felt Gir grab his left ankle. "G-Gir?! What are you doing?"

"'Member? I said I was gonna do the best part! We haven't finished playing Tickle Tag, Zimmy!" Gir cheerfully answered as he grabbed his nearby feathery cat toy.

Before Zim could answer, he jolted with a squeaky shriek when he felt something soft and thin stroke up and down the bottom of his foot. "Gi-hi-hi-hi-hir!! No!" Zim whined through his giggles as he twitched his foot. "Y-You know I ha-ha-ha-hate that thing!!"

"You do?" Gir asked innocently. "I thought you said you hate this!" Gir then dropped his feathery toy, wrapped a arm around both of Zim's ankles, and began slowly dragging his fingers up and down the bottoms of Zim's ticklish feet.

Zim shrieked and began kicking his trapped legs like crazy. "AAAAAHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NO GIR! NO-HO-HO-HO-HO! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! T-THAT'S EVEN WORSE!"

Gir giggled and then switched to rapidly scratching the bottoms of Zim's feet. He giggled again when he heard Zim emit a silly, high-pitched shriek and saw his green feet and toes twitch like crazy.

"WAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA! GI-HI-HI-HI-HI-HIR! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NO PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE! GIR, Y-YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME-HEE-HEE-HEE FA-HA-HA-HA-HALL!"

Zim could feel his arms trembling beneath him. All his laughter was weakening him, and it felt like his arms were going to give out soon.

"That's what I want!" Gir said happily, releasing Zim's ankles. "I wanna make you fall on your face, Master!"

"W-What?!" Zim gasped out. "Is that what you want? Well now I'm not doing it! You can't make me fall, Gir! No way!"

Gir laughed and peered over the edge of the bed. His optics lit up when he saw a patch of green skin where Zim's pajama shirt slid down. With a fast flick of his finger, Gir pushed Zim's pajama shirt down to his chest.

Zim began panicking because now his entire belly was exposed, and he couldn't do a thing to protect it. And worse, he couldn't lift himself up with the help of his pak because he took it off.

"Gir, I'm serious!" Zim growled, squirming uncomfortably. "You better help me up right now, or else you're sleeping outside!"

Gir wasn't intimidated by Zim's threats. He just wrapped his arm around Zim's ankles again, and then used the cat toy's feathers to brush all over the Irken's tummy.

"G-Gir! You better s-stop!" Zim stammered as he struggled not to giggle. He tried moving his belly away from the feathers, but they just followed whichever way he turned. "I-I'm serious! I-If you don't stop, t-then...then I-I'm going to take a-away your stuffed piggy!"

Zim thought that if he threatened to take away the stuffed pig, it would make Gir listen and finally stop. But it did the complete opposite. Gir thought Zim really meant that, and now he wanted to make Zim regret those words.

So he dropped the cat toy, and instead used his fingers to rapidly tickle Zim's very ticklish tummy. Zim lost it, and screamed with hysterics.

"AAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NO PLEASE! STAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP! GIR, PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE!"

"C'mon, Zimmy! Fall! Fall already!"

"N-NO WA-HA-HA-HA-HAY!" Zim stubbornly refused. "I-I WO-HO-HO-HO-HON'T LET YOU!"

Gir released Zim's ankles, and got down from the bed. He knew how stubborn his Irken master was to admit something or even do certain things. Besides, Gir wanted to make Zim regret saying that threat about taking his beloved stuffed piggy away from him.

When Gir hopped off the bed, he sat in front of Zim and slowly inched his wiggling fingers close to Zim's exposed underarms.

"N-No Gir!" Zim exclaimed, as he tried to twist away. "Don't even think about it!"

But that didn't stop Gir. The second his fingers touched the shirt covered skin of Zim's underarms, Zim twitched with a loud squeak and nearly lost his balance. He ended up finally falling over by having his exposed underarms being tickled hard and fast.

"AAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA! S-STOP I-HI-HI-HI-HIT! AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

Once Zim fell over, Gir still kept tickling him while saying Zim better apologize for threatening to take his piggy away.

But Zim didn't want to say or apologize for anything. He just wanted the tickling to stop. He managed to push Gir away, and climb on the bed again.

"L-Leave me alone, Gir!" Zim nervously panted out. He yelped when Gir jumped on top of him. "Aaah! No, Gir!"

Gir wanted to pin Zim down so he could tickle his master again, but Zim was struggling too much. So he decided to ask Zim's base computer. "Hello? Zimmy's mean computer?"

Groaning a little, Zim's unenthusiastic computer responded, "Yes? What is it?"

"My master's being mean and I wanna tickle him, but he won't let me. Can you hold him down for me? Pretty pwease?"

"No!" Zim exclaimed. "Stay away from me! Both of you!"

Seeing Zim's panicked reaction made the Computer want to join in. "All right. Sure."

Zim panicked when robotic arms emerged from the ceiling, headed towards him. He squeaked when he felt the robotic arms grab ahold of his wrists and ankles, and restrain him.

"You infernal contraption!" Zim shrieked angrily at his Computer as he yanked on his trapped wrists that were pinned above his head. "I'm gonna ship you back to the scrapyard if you don't release me this second!"

"Zimmy, that wasn't very nice," Gir said as he sat on Zim's waist. Zim squeaked and wriggled in fear when Gir rolled his shirt up to his chest, exposing his entire sensitive belly.

"C-C'mon, Gir!" Zim nervously blurted out. "You don't have to do this!"

"You said you were gonna take my piggy away!" Gir said, pointing an accusing finger.

"Well I didn't mean it tha—"

"And," Gir interrupted. "you were mean to your talking ceiling computer."

"So?"

"You have to say sorry for being such a big meanie."

Zim scoffed. "I'm not apologizing to a box of circuits and wires. It's an Irken computer, Gir. It doesn't have feelings."

Gir covered his mouth with a loud gasp. "Master... how could you say that?!"

"What?" Zim said with a shrug. "It's just a dumb computer that I programmed."

"Excuse me?!" the computer asked in an offended tone.

Zim rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up, you bucket of bolts. Since when did you ever care about whatever I say to you?"

"Since now!"

Zim suddenly shrieked with laughter as the robotic hands holding down his ankles were now mercilessly tickling his underarms. "AAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NONONONONO STA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP! AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!"

Gir giggled at the sight of his Irken master being tickled by his own supercomputer. But then he was starting to feel left out so Gir joined in, rapidly wiggling his fingers all over Zim's upper and lower belly.

He giggled again when he heard Zim squeal adorably, and laugh even harder. "EEEEEEEEHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! G-GIR PLEASE! STAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!"

"First, you gotta say sorry to your ceiling computer!" said Gir. "And to me 'cause you said you were gonna take my piggy away!"

"OKA-HA-HA-HA-HAY! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! I-I'M SORRY, GI-HI-HI-HI-HIR! I WON'T TAKE Y-YOUR PIGGY-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE AWA-HA-HA-HAY!"

"And?"

"A-AND THAT'S I-HI-HI-HI-HIT!"

"What about your talking computer?"

Zim frantically shook his head. "NO WA-HA-HA-HA-HAY! I-I'M NOT APOLOGIZING TO THA-HA-HA-HAT THING!"

Zim shrieked again when he suddenly felt the robotic fingers slip under his pajama shirt, and rapidly wiggle against the sensitive skin of his underarms. What made it even worse for Zim was the fact that he couldn't pull his arms down no matter how much he yanked and pulled.

He kept shrieking laughter until he was suddenly coughing in between wheezing laughs. It was at that moment that Gir asked the computer to stop since he didn't want to accidentally hurt his alien master.

Zim was a heavily panting, limp mess when those torturous tickles finally stopped. Even his cheeks felt hot as he tried to get his breath back.

Once he finally calmed down, Gir asked once again if Zim would apologize for being so mean to his computer. Again, Zim refused to say sorry to his own computer.

"C'mon, Zimmy," said Gir. "Stop being being such a meanie!"

"You stop being mean to me!" Zim shot back. He was suddenly silenced when the feather tips of Gir's cat toy brushed rapidly all over his tummy.

The feathers stroking all over his belly felt bad enough to Zim. But things got worse when Gir switched to brushing the feathers along the bottoms of his feet, and then back to his belly, then back to his feet, over and over.

"GIR, PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE! T-THIS IS RIDICULOUS! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! JUST STO-HO-HO-HO-HOP ALREADY!"

Gir didn't want to stop tickling Zim. His master's shrieky laughter sounded very silly, and Gir wanted to keep on hearing it. But more importantly, Gir wanted to find Zim's most ticklish spot just like he found Dib's.

The first place that seemed obvious was Zim's belly. But then Gir remembered something from his previous playtime with Dib. He checked all over Zim's tummy, but the little robot was surprised to see that Zim didn't have a belly button.

"Gir! W-What are you doing?!" Zim nervously squeaked out when he felt Gir poke around his lower belly.

"I'm tryna see if you have a happy button just like Mary," Gir innocently replied. He didn't find no hole or indent in the green skin, but Gir perked up when his fingers brushed over a soft spot. The second Gir's fingers brushed over that spot, Zim emitted a squeaky shriek that made him sound like a baby Irken.

"Awwww!" Gir cooed. "You do have a happy button, Zimmy!"

"W-WHA-HA-HA-HAT ARE YOU TALKI-HI-HI-HING ABOUT?!"

"This!" Gir wiggled his finger against the soft spot of green skin on Zim's mid-lower tummy.

Zim let out that same squeaky shriek before emitting a silly noise that sounded like a snort. Gir giggled at the silly sound Zim just emitted. "You sound like a baby piggy!" Zim blushed at that comment. He had no idea that he was capable of emitting such silly involuntary sounds.

Things got even worse when Gir piped up and said, "Oooh! I wanna hear your tummy make that funny sound!"

Before Zim could ask, he screamed with hysterical laughter when Gir decided to blow a huge raspberry against the center of his belly. "AAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA! NO GIR! STAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP! PLEASE NO-HO-HO-HO-HO!"

"Say you're sorry to your talking ceiling computer!"

"NO-HO-HO-HO!" Zim stubbornly refused. "A-AND YOU CA-HA-HA-HAN'T MAKE ME-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!"

"Say it!" his computer said, now using the two robotic hands to lightly tickle Zim's feet.

"S-SHUT UP, YOU-HOO-HOO-HOO STUPID COMPUTER!" Zim shouted through his laughter. "HOW DARE YOU D-DISOBEY ME-HEE-HEE-HEE?! Y-YOU'RE NO-HO-HO-HOT HELPFUL F-FOR ANYTHI-HI-HI-HI-HING!"

The next second, Zim was lost in a fit of screaming, hysterical laughter as his underarms, belly, and feet were now being mercilessly tickled at the same time. Gir got Zim to shriek and giggle like a baby Irken by wiggling his finger rapidly against the soft spot of skin on Zim's tummy, where a human belly button would be.

"AAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! GI-HI-HI-HI-HIR! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! B-BOTH OF YOU! STAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP! C'MON! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! STOP I-HI-HI-HI-HIT!"

"Say you're sorry, Zimmy!" Gir said over his master's loud crazy laughter. "Or else I'll make your tummy explode!"

Zim let out a high-pitched scream, and laughed his hardest when Gir began blowing endless raspberries all over his belly. But Gir quickly got Zim to let out high-pitched chirps and little snorting sounds, just like a baby Irken, by blowing repeatedly against the little soft spot where Zim's belly button would be. "PFFFFFFFF! PFFFFFFFFFF!"

"AAAAAAAHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA! GIR, PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE! S-STOP DOI-HI-HI-HING THA-HA-HA-HA-HAT!"

Zim had never experienced raspberries to his tummy before. But now, he couldn't believe that having someone blowing against his belly could tickle so badly.

And worse, his own base computer wouldn't stop tickling his underarms or his feet. Having all three spots tickled at the same time was an unbearable combination.

Zim had never laughed so hard and carefree before. He was laughing so much, that his own laughter went silent and his sides and stomach were beginning to cramp up.

In a desperate attempt to make the torturous tickling stop, he finally blurted out an apology. "ALRIGHT! ALRI-HI-HI-HI-HIGHT..! I-I'M SORRY-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! COMPUTER, I'M—HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! I'M SORRY, COMPUTER! AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NOW STO-HO-HO-HOP ALREADY! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! Y-YOU'RE BOTH GONNA MA-HA-HA-HA-HAKE ME DIE!"

Hearing Zim's desperate cry, Gir finally decided to stop and asked the computer to do the same. Zim was so tired after his limbs were released, that he laid limp on his bed like a rag doll.

"Are you okay, Master?" Gir asked, poking Zim's shoulder.

Zim tiredly nodded as he pulled his shirt down. "Yeah...just...just really tired."

Gir hopped off the bed, and returned a few minutes later with his massive stuffed piggy, a few storybooks, and his smaller plush pig that had a squeaker inside. "Here, take this," he said, handing Zim his smaller fuzzy pig.

"Why?" Zim asked, reluctantly accepting the stuffed toy.

"So you can have something to cuddle when I read you a story!"

"Huh?"

Zim felt a little embarrassed when Gir tucked him in, and began reading him a bedtime story to help him fall asleep. But that ended up working like a charm because Zim ended up falling asleep, while cuddling the plush pig close.

Gir felt like he was going to melt at the cute sight of his sleeping alien master. Zim was sleeping like a peaceful, little baby smeet.

The little robot pulled his huge piggy plush close, and wormed his way under the blanket so he could cuddle next to Zim. Gir snuggled against Zim's warm chest, and gave him a tiny kiss where Zim's nose would be.

"Good night, Zimmy. I still wuv you no matter how evil you are."

THE END