Zim was still wondering how Gir had managed to get them both outside. Gir was bouncing along in his little green dog suit, keeping the leash that Zim held taunt. Zim was disguised an old man with a white beard, floppy brown hat with a flower jutting from it, and a long brown coat. His large eyes glanced around at the filthy humans passing by. A small girl being pulled along by her mother, stopped to reach out and pet Gir. "Don't touch Gir, disgusting human worm child!" Zim yelled, jerking Gir back. The girl began to cry, as did Gir, while the mother tried to calm down her daughter. Zim rushed forward, dragging Gir behind.
Gir was crying, though it didn't know why, but the building that it was dragged by quickly averted its short attention span. "Lookie." It whispered, resisting the pull of the leash to press itself against the window. "What now, Gir?" Zim snapped, turning to see what was wrong with the robot now. Gir had its face practically plastered against a bakery window, its eyes even wider with glee. There was a large display in the window, ranging from cupcakes to cookies, all of which, Gir wanted. Zim hissed, tugging firmly on the leash. "Gir, you aren't getting any of that, so keep moving!"
"Awww, master, I want a cupcake! And a cookie! And a cake! And a pie..."
Ten minutes later...
"...And a donut! And a muffin! And a cream-"
"Gir!"
"-Puff."
Zim took a deep breath, "Gir, I command you to follow me!" But Gir had replaced its face back to the window and didn't hear Zim. "Now Gir, obey your master! That's me, Zim, your master!" His voice had accelerated to a booming voice. It didn't affect Gir in the least, so Zim decided plan B. Pull the leash until Gir moved. Zim dug his heels into the concrete, leaning as far back as he could on the leash, clutching the leash in both hands, and pulling. "Gir...move...now...or...else...I...wil-ah!" Zim sailed backward through the air as the leash snapped. Humans that had been walking by stopped to stare at Zim. The alien, suddenly feeling under pressure, jumped up, grasping the leash, began to run. He was surprised to find no resistance, and figuring that Gir had finally decided to obey, raced off with a frayed end of leash dragging behind.
