Friday, December 12th, 2001. 5:26 P.M.

Nny's entry:

Oookay, SO much shit has happened since I last wrote in you, die-ary… After we were free from the hickabillies, I noticed something was amiss: Squee was nowhere to be found. So, naturally, I had to go look for him. I mean, I couldn't just leave little Squeegee all… gone and not here. So anyway, I grabbed my favorite knife (I like to call him the Crusty Avenger) and slipped out whilst everyone was sleeping. I stood outside for awhile and thought, "If I was a small child, where would I go?" But then I remembered I had no idea what it was like to be a small child and just marched off in some random direction. I mean, how far could he've gotten? Well, after wandering around for several hours, going in numerous circles, and finding what I believe was an abysmal hole to Hell, I heard a familiar whimpering sound. Needless to say that, after I followed it into a forest, I found little Squeegee, all huddled up under a tree and clutching that damn bear to his chest. He looked up at me with those big, tear-filled eyes and actually seemed happy to see me. Heh. Anyway, I helped him up and asked him how he got out here. He just sorta started whimpering again, clutching that bear tighter, and that's when I knew: that fucking bear. I always KNEW he was shit! Somehow, he did this. So I looked down at Squee and I said, "I think I need to talk to Shmee in private." He reluctantly handed me the stuffed toy and I walked farther into the woods after instructing Squee to stay put. Interrogating the bear didn't really help; I don't think he talks much. So I just took out the lighter I always carry in my boot, set that fucking bear on fire, and tossed him over the edge of conveniently close cliff. Of course, the first words out of Squee's mouth when I got back were, "Where's Shmee?" "He needed a little vacation," I told him. He frowned a little, gave a quiet "Okay…" and then we walked back to the RV. All is right with the world once more!

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 5:43 P.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

I'll never run away again. I knew that was a bad idea. The other day, Shmee and I were talkin'… He told me that I should run away, 'cause all the people I was with were bad. I didn't think so, but he just kept telling me that, so I finally said all right. I packed my bag and snuck out when nobody was paying attention, then I just ran and ran for a long time… I finally ended up in a forest, and that's when I really realized what a bad idea this all was. I cried for a while… I was really scared, and I missed everyone. Even Johnny. I hated being alone. Even Shmee was silent. After a while, I thought I heard something, and when I looked up, Nny was there. I almost hugged him, but then I decided that prob'ly wasn't the best idea. He asked me how I got here, but I didn't tell him Shmee told me to run away, 'cause I knew he'd hurt him… I don't think Shmee really wanted me to be sad and lost and stuff. But Johnny said he wanted to talk to Shmee alone, so I let him. He came back by himself and told me that Shmee needed a vacation, then we walked back to the RV, and Kris and Blair hugged me and gave me stuff. I don't ever wanna run away again. Ever.

Love,

Todd

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 5:52 P.M.

Kris's entry:

Squee's back! Yaaay! I really missed the kid and his screams of terror. So cute. When him an' Nny got back, lil' Squee was showered with affection! … 'Least from me and Blair. So cute, he is! So cute!!! Anyway though, when we asked him where he'd been and why he left and stuff, he just kind of looked down at the floor while Nny told us to leave him alone. Sooo… I denno. But who cares? I mean, he's back, right? And he's safe now, right? Right??

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 6:11 P.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

Well, the two missing humans are back. Er… hooray. But that's not important. I think I may've finally found a way to get rid of Dib! I've actually made contact with some of my fellow Invaders! There is a group of rogue Invaders on Hobo 13 who have agreed to assist me if I come and rescue them from that miserable "training" planet. Victory! Victory for Zim! This shall certainly be Dib's downfall. Now then, I must go somewhere more... private to release my insidious laughter! TO THE ROOF!

Invader Zim, signing off.

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 6:13 P.M.

Gir's entry: YAY!

Master called some friends on.. uhh… a planet! And they're comin' to visit! Yaaaay! One of them is my friiiiend Naz! I think she liiiikes Master. *Giggle* The squealy kid is back. I'm gonna go put chicken in his ear. BYE!

Looooooooooooooove,

GIR!!!!!

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 6:17 P.M.

Blair's entry:

I don't think I've ever been so happy to see Nny. I could've given him a huuuuuuge hug type thing, but he might've killed me. He found Squee! Yay! Oh, the joy and happiness of it all! Me and Kris gave him biiiiig hugs. I think he might've lost Shmee, though… Damn evil bear. I hope he burns in Holy Heck! Bwahahahahaha.. ha.. ha.. Uhm.. yeah. Zim just went up to the roof. I hear mad laughter. I hope it rains on him. Dib's been sitting in his bunk the whole time fiddling with something. I'm gonna go see what he's doin'. Better not be making something to catch Zim.

Friday, December 12th, 2001. 6:23 P.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls,

Why must Blair be so nosy?! She's always questioning me about what I'm doing. It's like she thinks I'm doing something to catch a certain green alien. And she's right. But I won't let her know this! I've just completed my greatest invention. The Wet-Muffin Tosser 3000¼! It'll stop Zim right in his tracks! Now he'll see who the superior race is! This device will change the world of paranormal studies as we know it! I'm gonna go show Todd. Maybe he'll want to help me cover the alien scum-bag with muffin wetness!