Invader Zim-Gir's Day Out

Don't Shake Your Soda

Dib was still grumbling as he walked down the street, his arms full of soda cans. His grumbling was paused, though, when he heard screams. He blinked, lowering his arms so he could see over the cans. "Hm, that sounds like Gaz." He mumbled, but then shook the thought away. He was still three blocks from home. But the screams became louder as the blocks became shorter. As he neared his house, he could tell that it was Gaz screaming from inside his house. Crashes followed the screams, and another mixture of noises. "Oh no! ZIM!" Dib yelped, racing the last few feet home. He crashed through the front door to see.

Gaz chasing Gir around the couch as the robot clutched her Game Slave. "I'll rip you to shreds when I catch you!" Gaz yelled, once again diving for the green puppy. Gir giggled eagerly, jumping up so Gaz missed. "I love this game!" He squealed, thinking that it was all a big game of tag. He waved the Game Slave in the air as he hopped on the couch, jumping up and down.

Dib grimaced; he couldn't let his sister touch the robot. If she did, well, Dib didn't have the time to put all its circuits back together. "Um, I'm back with your soda Gaz." He announced attentively. He watched as his sister pushed herself off the ground, her purple hair a mess and hanging in front of her narrowed eyes. "That dog has my Game Slave. Return it to me, now, or I'll rip its tail off and use it to hang that thing!" She yelled, glaring up at the bouncing Gir. He now had two cupcakes in his mouth while studying the game consul in his paws. Dib dropped the sodas on the ground, walking slowly toward Gir. "Hey Gir, why don't you give me that Game Slave?" He suggested, stretching his hands out.

A cupcake was placed in each hand.

"No, Gir, the Game Slave. Yes, that thing in your hands. Give it to me, and I'll give you a soda. Ok?"

"Sodaaaa!" Gir screeched, tossing the Game Slave over his shoulder to dive at the cans piled on the floor. Gaz reached forward with lightning speed, catching her precious game, only to shutter with disgust. Greasy finger marks and cupcake crumbs caked the whole machine. She walked over to her brother, grabbing the edge of his trench coat and using it as a rag to wipe off her Game Slave. She calmly picked up a can by her feet and proceeded to the kitchen without another word.

Dib looked at his trench coat in disgust at the spot where Gaz had used it to clean off her game. "Now I have to get this dry cleaned." He whined, turning to look at his charge. Gir was rolling the cans along the floor, screaming with joy when they hit the wall. His dog eyes grew wide as an idea entered his simple mind. He laid down in the mass of cans and began to roll with them, repeatedly bumping into the wall. "Are you sure you are alien technology?" Dib asked, his face showing his obvious doubt.

"I think so. I don't know. I like soda." Gir replied, hitting the wall in- between each sentence. Dib opened his mouth to reply but was cut off as his sister's screams once again filled the house. He crept forward to peer in the kitchen, and stifled a laugh at the sight before him.

Gaz had taken her soda into the kitchen, but upon opening it, became drenched in the sticky brown liquid. Gir had shaken her can one to many times. "Dib, I'm going to destroy you and your dog friend!" She vowed, grabbing a towel to dry herself off with. "Come on, let's go to my room." Dib said, grabbing Girl's arm and racing to his room, shutting and locking the door securely. He leaned against the door as Gaz pounded on the other side. He sighed with relief as the doorbell rang, forcing his sister to leave them alone. "I'll be back." She swore before heading down the steps to see who had interrupted her soon-to-be massacre.

Dib pushed himself off the door, only to stumble back against it. In a short period of time, Gir had already managed to trash his room! Clothes lay scattered across his bed, desk, and floor. Important papers on alien research were strewn everywhere. Dib could feel his jaw drop as anger boiled in his body. "There's no way that robot is worth all this trouble." He thought aloud, but quickly corrected himself, "Calm down Dib, you know he is. Seeing Zim's alien guts all over an autopsy is worth this and much more."

Upon hearing his master's name, Gir's head popped out from under the bed. His green suit was wet with a brown substance. Dib walked over, kneeling down to Gir's eye level. "Gir, what are you covered in?"

"Sodaaaa! And dust ball.things. Your dust balls got all wet when I opened my soda, though." Gir said, disappearing under the bed again. Dib lay on his stomach, crawling forward to peer under his bed. Everything under his bed, the carpet, mattress, and whatever else he had under there was covered in soda. "Zim's guts on an autopsy table, Zim's guts on an autopsy table." He mumbled over and over as Gir rolled out from under the bed to cause more destruction to the bedroom.