Dib grumbled loudly about his little sister and dire need for soda. "Doesn't she know that I'm trying to save mankind, including her? But no, she'd rather have a soda then save all of earth!" His voiced had escalated to that of a loud yell, and Dib found himself being stared at- well, more or less, gaped at. "Um…heh, he he he." He stammered embarrassedly, before hurrying around the corner. "If only they knew what I was talking about, if only I could make them see." He growled, pushing off the wall and continuing to the store. He growled, grumbled, and growled some more about having a little sister.
He passed the bakery, eyeing all the food piled up in the window, and smiled at a little green dog that was rooted in front of the window. He rounded another corner, seeing the store he was headed for in sight, when it hit him. "That is Zim's dog, robot, strange little device thingy!" He twirled on his heel, racing back to the spot where he had seen the cute little green dog. It hadn't moved a centimeter, its eyes wide and transfixed on the delicious foods before it, only a thin piece of glass separating them. "Hey there…uh…Gir? Yeah, Gir, that's your name. Hi." Gir slowly tore his gaze off of the food and up at Dib. "I know youuu, you're Zim's friend."
"Right, right, Zim's friend. Yes, I'm his friend, not archrival, but friend." Dib said, nodding eagerly, an idea forming in his mind. "Oh, by the way, where is Zim?" He asked casually, his eyes darting about. Gir stuck one clothed black paw out, "Over there, no wait, over there, no wait, I don't know. He left me. All alone." Gir looked saddened, but then perked up, and returned to gawking at the bakery display window. Dib grinned, an evil grin, while rubbing his hands together. "So you like cupcakes, Gir?"
"Yes, I love cupcakes. I miss my old one…"
"What if you got a new one?"
Gir's eyes went wide with wonder and amazement; Dib's grin grew. "That's right, a whole bunch of new ones." Gir began to stutter, staring from the window display, then back at Dib. "Do you want a bunch of cupcakes, Gir?" Dib asked, leaning forward in his eagerness. Gir's voice was quiet, "Master said that I'm not suppose to talk to strangers…" Dib cringed. "…But, I know you." And with that, Gir began to nod madly.
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