Friday, December 5th, 2001. 3:21 P.M.

Nny's entry: Die-ary,

I officially hate Kentucky. There's so much CORN! Fuck! I hate corn! What makes things even worse is the fact that we're out of gas. This translates into being STUCK on a deserted country road with nothing but CORN for miles! Fuck again! Hey, a cow… I'm staying inside so I don't have to look at it. Kris and Blair are outside with Squee. At least he's happy… I think he likes this "fresh country air." I suppose it's better for him than what he's got over in the city. DAMN CORN! GOD! I'm gonna go kill that cow.

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 3:34 P.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

I'm kinda scared for Nny… I think he might be going crazy..er. I don't think he likes the countryside at all. I do, though! It's really relaxing. Shmee says it'll be good for me. I'm hoping it'll make some of my nightmares go away. I really don't like sporks… Maybe this little accident will be good for everyone… I just hope the fresh air helps Nny like it did me… 'Cause, even though he's scary sometimes.. a lot… he's nice some other times. And even though his bedtime stories give me bad dreams… it's the thought that counts.

Love,

Todd

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 3:51 P.M.

Kris's entry:

Wow.. um… Nny is really not in a good mood. Seriously. He's been sulking around in the RV all day, and he just left with a large meat cleaver. I didn't think there was any living thing in this part of the state but us, but… I pity whatever Nny finds. Anyway, we're outta gas. In the middle of nowhere. I'm starting to dislike Kentucky. I have no idea what we're gonna do now… Sigh. This road trip has turned into a complete disaster. Whyyy did I listen to Gir?! Why?!

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 4:03 P.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

This is awful! We are completely lost, not to mention STRANDED, because of some ignorant short-cut Gir came up with! I cannot BELIEVE Kris actually LISTENED to him! Apparently this "short-cut" leads into the center of a very, very large field of… something. Something green and.. really tall. I think it may even exceed my Almighty Tallest in height…! Even though this is no where near the ideal spot in my mind, the air here does seem a little more sanitary. Why didn't one of those worm-babies bring an extra fuel cell?! ARGH!

Invader Zim, signing off.

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 4:42 P.M.

Gir's entry: DIIIIARY!

I LOVE YOU! AHAHAA! We got to drive into a big bunch of CORN! I love corn! And my short-cut! But the car ran outta gas. … OH WELL! Mr. Skinny Man isn't happy with my short-cut. He went somewhere. When he gets back, I'm gonna give him a BIIIIG hug! *Gasp!* My Spam! Where's my Spam?! I gotta go find my Spam 'fore the MOOSE gets it!

I luuuuv you!

GIR!

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 4:51 P.M.

Blair's entry:

Great. Just fecking great. No gas, no people, lots of corn. Ooooh, the corny-ness. Nny left to go kill something a bit ago. I wonder what… I didn't think there was anything 'cept us and the corn. Squee seems to be a lot happier. Maybe we should move him out in the country or something. We better find gas or some person or dinosaur bones soon. I hate being stuck out in the country like this. It makes my allergies go crazy and attack meeee… Why couldn't we have just took a little trip to the 24/7 instead of going on a road trip?! Madness, I tell you. Madness! I think the corn's staring at me…I just noticed something… It's December, and there's no snow… The hell..?

Friday, December 5th, 2001. 4:56 P.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls

This is insane! Zim's little robot thing told Kris to take a short cut, and we just happened to run out of gas. Now, we're stuck in the middle of a cornfield, totally cut off from humanity. The Johnny person left a while ago with a large knife. He's probably killing the last person left in this area. Or he went to kill Zim. That would be horrible, though! I have to get him on the autopsy table! Hey… Maybe there're some crop circles here! I'm gonna go find my alien handcuffs and other paranormal gear. Maybe Todd wants to come. He seems open enough to be interested in becoming my assistant investigator. Watch out, Zim! You've got two people after you now!