Fade in on Zim's control room; Zim is acting as pilot, while Gir is the navigator.
Zim: Okay, Gir. Where does your navigation chip say we should go next? Gir? Are you listening to me? What are you doing?!
Stop Singin' That Refrain (http://www.broadwaymidi.com/down/SinginInTheRain-SinginInTheRain.mid)
Gir: Doomy, doom, doom, doomy...
Doomy, doom, doomy doomy...
Doomy, doom, doom, doomy...
Doomy, doom, doomy doomy...
Gir continues singing throughout the song.
Zim: Stop singin' that refrain.
You're driving me insane!
Please listen to your master;
You're being a pain.
I'm sick of your song
And need my quiet;
Gir, that's my order,
And you can't defy it!
Your song's one I abhor,
And so hard to ignore;
I hate that refrain
And can't stand it much more!
I'd like to complain
So from songs you'll abstain.
Stop singin',
Stop singin' that refrain.
Gir starts dancing around the ship, and Zim chases him in an unsuccessful effort to get him to settle down. Gir swings around poles, splashes in puddles of oil, and generally makes a mess of things.
Zim: That song is so inane!
Let me try to explain:
Your song is so mind-numbing,
It causes me pain.
I want you to quit,
Now you must do it!
Gir, listen to Zim;
To my order submit!
And I'm willing to chase
You all over the place
Just so you will stop;
Your song is a disgrace!
I'd like to complain
So from songs you'll abstain.
Stop singin',
Stop singin' that refrain.
Dib's ship flies past; Dib and the other passengers are not visible.
Gir: Hi ship!
Zim: Now that you've stopped your song, I want you to navigate this ship. To Broadwaynia!
Gir: Whee!
Gir points in the direction Dib's ship is going, and Zim pilots his ship behind Dib's. Fade out.