Wednesday, December 10th, 2001.

Nny's entry:

No entry for Nny.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2001.

Squee's entry:

No entry for Squee.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2001. 7:28 A.M.

Kris's entry:

Something strange is going on… Nny wouldn't tell me what was wrong yesterday morning when I asked, and now he's gone as well as Squee. I don't know what to do! Should we keep driving and hope they find us, or should we wait here for them? I think I'mma say "stay here" for now… I know Nny will come back, eventually… But it's Squee I'm worried about. I mean, how old is that kid anyway? Six, seven? Eeeeek. Anyway, what I wanna know is how the hell we sped down that old country road with NO GASOLINE. Much confusion plagues my head. I'm gonna go eat some tuna.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2001. 7:36 A.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

The vehicle seems strangely empty today. No skinny insane man, no small screaming child. We seem to've stopped as well, yet I have no idea how we were going, since we were out of fuel. Peculiar. Gir's been running around and acting more insane than usual… I'm beginning to wonder whether the Tallest really meant it when they said he was advanced.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2001. 7:42 A.M.

Gir's entry: AAAAH! DIARY!

My friend with the squealy voice is GONE! I miss him! AND HE TOOK MY CHEESE! My CHEESE!!! *Sniffle* I'll just hafta eat this pickleloaf instead. Ooh, mold! I wonder if there's any Poop Cola on this thing?! I NEED POOP! Wheeere's the Poop?! *'Nother sniffle* I'm hungry.

I love you! YES! I DO!

Gir

Wednesday, December 10th, 2001. 7:45 A.M.

Blair's entry:

Wow… I didn't know I had super mind-control thingies that worked on engines! That was cooooool… Once we got to a gas station, though, it kinda… died. Nny and Squee are missing. I think Squee got thrown off the RV when I floored it with my mind. Nny might've gone to look for him. Lovely… Squee probably landed on a bunch of pointy rocks. Gir's been insanely hyper today… and that's pretty hyper. I think Dib's in the bathroom again. I don't know why. He's not sick anymore. Probably sending messages out to his little group thing. I'm gonna go get gas. It's suffocating in here. And Gir's whining about Poop. I might go get him a can or something.

Wednesday, December 10th, 7:47 A.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls,

I have been in the bathroom stall for a little over an hour running tests on the RV. Yesterday when Blair took the wheel and drove like the wind, we weren't running on gas. I have my suspicions that Zim some how took control of the RV, trying to run us into a barn. Fortunately for us, Blair has better control over the RV than that supposed alien genius. I think I heard Kris saying something about Nny and Todd being gone. I hope Todd makes it back. Nny can disappear… He's getting in the way of my super secret plans! What those are, I don't know, but I know I have them!