Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 3:17 P.M.

Nny's entry: Die-ary,

No one's letting me drive, damnit! It's starting to piss me off! Oh well. I guess it gives me time to concentrate on more important things, like thinking up bedtime stories for Squee. Blair told me not to tell him any, but she can't stop me if she's asleep. Or if she's duct-taped to the roof. That reminds me, I did tell Squee a story last night! It was a story about a little boy who walked past a stinking, jock-infested café one day. All the jocks made fun of him, called him a loser, joked about the way he dressed. So the little boy went home and got a shitload of toys and knives and guns and tuna and dealt with the evil twinkies known as jocks! Of course, since I was telling it to Squee, I went into more detail. It was a rather happy story, I think. I'm pretty sure he liked it. We didn't stop much today, just long enough to go through the Taco Smell drive-through for Gir. The more I think about it, I wonder if I'm actually starting to like the little bucket. You wouldn't believe how he scarfs down those rat-ridden tacos. Zim didn't eat. Neither did I. I'm not sure about Dib, since I wasn't paying much attention to him. But I was watching Zim, who was staring at Dib like the bigheaded kid had just survived a stampede of wild boarhounds. I think they're gonna get in a fight. Oh well. Today was really boring.

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 3:30 P.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

Johnny is being really scary. I thought maybe he was over that whole.. scary… thing, but I was wrong, 'cause he told me a bedtime story last night. It gave me LOOOTS of icky nightmares… But luckily, I had Shmee. He made everything aaall better! We stopped at Taco Smell for lunch, 'cause Gir was bouncing all around the RV, makin' splooshy noises. Today was kinda boring… I'm afraid that Dib and Zim are gonna get into a biiig fight. I don't want them to fight. That'd be bad. I can't really think of anything else to write…

Love,

Todd

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 3:42 P.M.

Kris's entry:

Wow. Today was sooo mundane. Nny didn't kill anyone, Squee had his normal nightmares, and Dib and Zim were giving each other death glares from across the "living room." I knew that whole "I won't fight with Zim" thing was a big fat lie. I KNEW! I heard Dib laughing like a maniac from behind the bathroom door. He's in there a lot nowadays, but I don't think he's going to the bathroom. Or throwing up. I'm pretty sure he put something in the mail today, but I denno what. I have no idea where we are. I haven't driven in a little while, and I really don't care what state we're in. I think I'll just go unconscious for a while.

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 3:59 P.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

I must keep this brief. Between Dib, Gir, and Nny, I am fearing for my safety. I must devise something to keep Dib away.. And maybe some sort of tranquilizer for Gir. Although I don't know how it would work in an android… And Nny.. I really don't know what to do about him. I am now convinced he is insane. I could almost swear he never sleeps. And he never eats. This is strange behavior for a human.. But perhaps… Perhaps he's not human! I must go investigate!

Invader Zim, signing off.

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 4:07 P.M.

Gir's entry: DIARY!

Today I was bored. Nothin' happened. I found some dustbunnies under the table and showed 'em to that squeeky kid, Squee. He started screamin' and stuff, so I did too. Then somebody threw a taco at me, so I ate it. I don't remember what happened after that.

Looooove,

GIR!!!

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 4:10 P.M

Blair's entry:

Zim and Dib keep glaring at each other. I think I'm gonna tell them to stop or I'll decapitate 'em both. I think we're in New Hampshire or something. I haven't been watching the road signs. Gir was bouncing around the RV talking about tacos so we stopped at a Taco Smell for lunch. Nny and Zim didn't eat. Nny never does, though… And I think Zim's allergic to it. Not hard to believe. All that processed food and junk. It's sooooo good though! Sometimes… Squee's been having nightmares… I think Nny told him a bedtime story. I'll beat him up later. I think I'll wake up Kris and make her drive. I need'ta sleep.

Friday, November 23rd, 2001. 4:12 P.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls,

I'm plotting against Zim once again. This time it won't fail. I'm writing from the bathroom so my sinister laughs are muffled. Everyone looks at me weird when I come out, though. There's nothing wrong with staying in the bathroom almost all day, is there? We stopped at a Taco Smell because Gir was literally jumping off the walls wanting a taco. The insane "Nny" character didn't eat. Neither did Zim. Must be one of those alien thingys. I could make a taco trap! I denno. Todd's been screaming a lot and clutching onto his teddy bear. Nightmares, I'm guessing. Someone's knocking on the door. Gotta go.