Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:04 A.M.

Nny's entry: Die-ary,

You'll never believe this, but… I got a speeding ticket. A speeding ticket. I got a speeding ticket. Fuck you, Illinois! But that patrolman won't be giving out anymore tickets. Heh. Not with that knife in his chest. But anyway, yeah. We're in Illinois. And after that ticket, my driving privileges have been revoked. Fook. Like Blair and Kris have never gotten tickets. Anyway, that green kid, Zim, has been acting a little weirder than usual lately. He's been going up to the roof almost every night. But who cares.

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:16 A.M.

Squee's entry: Dear Journal,

It sure is good to be back. I do kinda miss Shmee though… But I suppose it's better he's gone. That way he can't talk me into doing anymore things I don't wanna do. It's just kinda weird not having him here, though. He's always been here… And now it's kinda like there's some sort of.. void or something. I denno. I'm gonna go drink Tang with Gir.

Love,

Todd

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:23 A.M.

Kris's entry:

Argh… Why am I awake again? Oh yeah… Driving. 'Cause Nny got a fucking ticket. Hooray for him. I'm surprised the entire police department isn't on our tail since he killed that cop. Then again, Nny has a funny way of getting away with things. Speaking of funny (and I don't mean "ha ha" either), Zim's been actin' strange lately. Well.. y'know… more strange than he normally does. He makes frequent trips to the RV's roof (God knows how he manages to stay up there when we're driving), but refuses to answer any questions asked about it. It's kinda like how Dib spends all that time in the bathroom. Eh, oh well. He's probably just trying to come up with another insane plan to get rid of Dib. Tch. Like it'll work.

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:31 A.M.

Zim's entry: Computer,

I've done it! The Invaders on Hobo 13 and I have arranged a time for me to come and "save" them. Tomorrow evening, I shall summon the Voot Cruiser to the roof, where I'll be waiting with Gir, and then we'll travel to Hobo 13, pick up the rogues, and come back. The Cruiser is loaded with a variety of weaponry, enough to start a full-blown.. um.. little war... thing. BWAHAHAHAA! Dib will soon meet his horrible.. meaty… cornfed.. meal… What was I saying? Cornfed fate!! CORNFED FATE!!! AHAHAA! *Giggle* Gir, be quiet! You'll get us noticed! Now, off for some last minute planning!

Invader Zim, signing off.

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:34 A.M.

Gir's entry: Aww maaaan Diary,

Master's not very good at makin' scary words. When I told him about Dib's cornfed fate, he told me to go write in you. So I did! YAY! Me an' Master are gonna go get his friends tomorrow! Le'see, there's Naz (KISSY-KISSY!), Tak (I like her, she's funny!), and Jek (he's my friend too!)!! We gonna have SOO much fun! WHEE! Ooh, Mister Squealy wants to drink Tang with me. BYE!!!

LOOOOVE,

GIR!!!!

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:38 A.M.

Blair's entry:

Good GOD. Does Nny have to screw everything up?! Why can't he just drive the right speed limit?! It's not like we're in a hurry or anything… And he just had to kill the cop. Jeebus… So, now, me and Krissy have to drive. That means less sleep for both of us. Which means cranky women. And nothing is worse than a pissed off me. Except boy bands. And pink… thingies. Sigh… This little road trip is becoming worse than I thought it would be. I think I'll go take over for Kris now. Nny's staring at me, too. It's scary.

Tuesday, December 16th, 2001. 8:45 A.M.

Dib's entry: Dear Swollen Eye-Balls,

The Johnny person has once again gotten us into trouble. First, he went far above the speed limit and a police person came after us. After we were pulled over, Johnny hopped out of the RV and killed the cop. I think he did, anyway. When he came back, he had blood splattered on his face and such. Zim has been going up on the roof a lot lately. I don't think he's just up there to enjoy the wind and get bugs crushed onto his weird green face, either. I think he's up to something. Every time he's up there, we all hear loud, maniacal laughter. His robot was saying something about a "cornfed fate." I'm going to go investigate.