Invader Zim- Gir's Day Out

Angry Sisters and Cheesy Cobs

Disclaimer: I don't own Zim, Dib, Gir, or Gaz, but the Cheesy Cobs I do own. They are kind of like cheetoes, so feel free to use them in any of your fics! Mmmm, cheesy cobs.

Dib was having a hard time not gagging as he handed yet another cupcake back to the green puppy trailing after him. The sounds Gir made while eating was disgusting, but would really disgust Dib later would be when he saw all the cupcake crumbs splattered over the back of his trench coat. "But it's all worth it when I see Zim's guts all over that autopsy table." Dib said darkly, an evil grin spreading across his face. "What about master?" Gir chirped, not noticing the crumbs that spewed from his mouth. "Uh, nothing Gir. Oh look, we're almost home." Dib sighed with relief at the comforting sight of his home. Gir bounced up and down, "Yay, I can watch the Scary Monkey Show then!" Dib paused, frowning, "Yeah, sure, of course you can watch the Monkey show…or whatever you called it." He swung open the front door, and ushered the little robot in.
Gaz had the television on, even though she was in the kitchen collecting snack foods. "Finally! I was starting to hope that Zim or something zapped you. Where's my soda?" She yelled, her voice muffled by the pile of food she had cradled in her arms. She dumped it all on the couch, catching Gir's attention, and turned to her brother. "Well?" She folded her arms, raising an angry eyebrow. "Oh, right, your soda. You won't believe this, but I was going to get your soda when I passed Zim's robot thing. And then I was hit with this brilliant-"
"I don't care. Where. Is. My. Soda?"
"Still at the store. Cupcake?"
"WHAT? YOU WENT TO THE STORE, AND COME BACK HALF AN HOUR LATER WITH A BOX OF CUPCAKES?"
"Yeah, but I also brought home Gir."
Gaz stalked over to her brother, eyes narrowed to small slits. "I said I wanted a soda, and I meant it. Now go get me one."
"Gaz, come on. So I drank your last soda! You'll live."
"Yes, but you won't."
"Eek, ok, I'm going. Watch Gir for me Gaz. Make sure he doesn't do anything bad." With that, Dib ran out of the house, and back to the store.
Gir had situated himself on the couch, surrounded by junk food, with the Scary Monkey show shining on the television. "I'm so happy." He murmured, a tear of joy streaming down his face. Then he screamed and dove into a bag of Cheesy Cobs. "Hey, get your paws off my Cheesy Cobs!" Gaz yelled, dragging Gir out of the bag by his tail. His mouth was filled with the cheesy substance, as was the rest of his body. "Aww, but they are so good. Oooo, what's this?" Using his greased up paws, Gir grabbed Gaz's game slave.
A loud scream filled the air, followed by insane giggles from a dog.