Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 7:41 A.M.

Nny's entry: Die-ary,

Whoo! It's a brand new day. I'm drivin' again. I'm a little surprised Kris let me, but they were all really tired. I promised not to fall asleep this time, but that Zim kid didn't look real comfortable. We're movin' along pretty quick. We're almost outta Pennsylvania, I guess. I'm wiiide awake. We actually found a place with Freezies, so I'm fairly happy. The Dib guy's been throwing up like you wouldn't believe. Must've been that stuff Zim put in his burger. The RV was reeking really bad, but the little dog Gir brought some air-freshener. Smells kinda like toothpaste. I'm starting to wonder why Dib's so sick. I think it was just sugar that was slipped onto his plate. Oh well. I'm getting better at this driving-and-writing-at-the-same-time thing. I had this really great bedtime story planned for Squee tonight, but Blair wouldn't let me tell it to him. Some nerve she's got! It was the perfect story! Oh well. I'm watchin' Squee sleep through the rearview mirror. He looks so cute and peaceful. Wonder what he's dreaming about? We're comin' up to a bridge now. Hey, there's a bum under it! I'm gonna go talk to him.

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:14 A.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

I actually had a wonderful sleep! No nightmares or anything! I had this nice dream about me and Shmee drinkin' Tang. But I woke up when I heard a bunch of yelling. Kris was chewing Nny out for pulling over in the middle of a one-way bridge to talk to a homeless person. I think he did something else too, but no one would tell me anything about it. All I know is that Dib rushed into the bathroom, Zim looked like he was gonna be sick, the little robot was dancing, and there was some red stuff on the floor. Blair took the wheel for a while and Kris cleaned up the mess. Dib was glaring a bunch at Zim when he got out of the bathroom, but Zim just whistled innocently. I kinda wanna go home.

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:17 A.M.

Kris's entry:

Ugh.. Yet another Nny-related accident. Fuck. Nny pulled over this morning on a bridge to talk to the bum living underneath it. It's too early for this kind of shit. Oh well. I woke up when I heard a high-pitched squeal and rushed out of the safety and comfort of the RV. Nny had pulled out his .45 when the bum had asked him for money. There were brains splattered all over the rocks down there, and I saw some float away in the stream. I thought I was gonna hurl. How can Nny stand that kinda stuff? Maybe he has nothing to throw up. I mean, the kid never eats. We're not even to the third state yet and he's killed two people and got us kicked out of a restaurant. Maybe I shouldn't've invited him. But I can't help lovin' him to death. I guess I'll get over it.

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:21 A.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

I don't understand why that Dib-human isn't dead yet! All he ever does is go into the bathroom and make these wet, retching sounds, but he never dies! Why?! WHY?!?! *Sigh* At least Gir's been out of my way. He's got five other people to annoy. Every time Dib walks out of the bathroom, this rank, bitter smell follows him. It's really quite disgusting. But luckily Gir brought some more-pleasant-than-that-but-less-pleasant-than-I-would-like spray.. stuff. It's really helping. I need to devise a more sinister plan of action to eliminate him. I'll have to think about it. I was rudely awakened not long ago by much heated discussion. Nny had done something wrong, again. I almost vomited! The sight of that Earth monkey all hacked and mangled.. Blgh… Dib ran into that bathroom and made some more noises. The youngest child, Todd, was kept away from the gruesome sight. I almost like him.

Invader Zim, signing off.

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:30 A.M.

Gir's entry: HEY AGAIN, DIIIIIARY!!!!

It's me! GIIIR! I woke up this morning! That scary Johnny man did somethin' bad to some other human that was under a bridge. I wanna live under a bridge. I'll ask Master about it later. I SAW A MONGOOSE TODAY!!!! While everyone else was lookin' squishy and sick, I was lookin' out the window. And there was a MONGOOSE! I asked Master again if I could be a mongoose/dog, but he still said no. Everyone was complaining about the RV being stanky, so I pulled out my Stink-Be-Gone! I didn't even know I brought it! Just like.. that other thing I brought! It was Mintastic flavored! Mmm.. Now the whooole place smells pretty! I'm gonna go ask Blair for tacos. BYE! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:35 A.M.

Blair's entry:

Dib's feelin' a little better today. He's only puking once every 5 hours so… The RV smells of rotten burgers and shit. I think I'll tell Dib to get better in a bit. I told Nny to not tell Squee any bedtime stories. I think he wanted to blow my head off. Oh well. He was driving again. Nny stopped at a one-way bridge to talk to a bum that lives under the bridge. He blew his brains out after the bum asked for a quarter. Squee stayed in the RV. None of us feel very good after seeing the brains float down the stream and splatter all over the ground. I drove for a while because we don't really trust Nny anymore. Gir's asking me for tacos. I should probably start telling Dib to stop throwing up.

Thursday, November 22nd, 2001. 8:40 A.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls.

I'm feeling a bit better today. Not so much after Johnny pulled over and started talking to a bum, then blew his brains out. I think everyone except Todd is feeling quite queasy. Blair just told me to stop throwing up. I think I'll throw up on her next time. We're all going insane. Zim keeps staring at me weird… like I should've died or something. Good thing I ordered another pair of alien handcuffs. And THIS time, Zim doesn't have his little lawn gnomes to zap them away. I hope he can't hear me laughing… His android Gir brought this minty fresh stuff in the RV so it'll stop smelling. I think I'm gonna puke again. The fresh minty-ness is hurting my nose.