"And what may the purpose of this be?" Zim asked.
"To make sure the Dib-thing doesn't bother us while we're in Scotland." I stated.
"Oh." Zim just shrugged and helped me lift the deadweight log over Dib's window. If that big headed boy put one ear out of the room, he'd be knocked out for good.
Finally, wiping our hands on our pants, I said, "Alright, off we go. And let's be a little stealthy this time around, yes?"
Zim shrugged. "It's really none of my business, but don't things usually go wrong because of you?"
I glared. "No, it's because of GIR. Now stop puttering 'round and help me load our baggage."
We were suddenly interrupted by GIR running out of Zim's house screaming. We turned our heads and watched/followed him until he ran around the yard three times, ran into a tree and fell down, unconscious.
I walked over and picked up the lifeless robot in the green dog suit. "Let's go," I muttered.
When we finally got to the airport, the terminal passed uneventfully, except for the fact that GIR started courting the baggage inspection lady and then magnetized himself to the ticket machine.
Zim and I were trying to yank GIR off before our plane left. With each yank, we let out another syllable.
"Come-on-GIR-we-have-to-catch-the-plane-before-it-leaves!!!"
He suddenly let go and ran up to our gate. "At least THAT problem is solved." I let out a whoosh of air.
***
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" GIR was repeating over and over again while banging his head against the window.
"No, GIR we are not yet there." I was becoming exasperated. Three hours of this didn't exactly "tickle my fancy".
GIR sighed and then got up, heading for the bathrooms. I dismissed it quickly and set to work trying to go to sleep.
A voice then came over the intercom. "Will the owner of a small green dog please come and remove him from the co-pilot's head?"
I leapt up. Zim was back trying to get some more salted peanuts from the stewardess, se I ventured up. There was GIR, in all his glory, wiggling and hugging the screaming co-pilot's head.
"Come on, GIR. Down!" I yanked and pulled at the little annoyance, until he finally let go and sighed, "Aww, I liked him."
I lead GIR back to the seat and firmly strapped him in. "GIR, power down until I say otherwise. We can't have you sabotaging the whole flight."
"What's this about sabotage? It sounds fun!" Zim sat down next to me and grinned, his fingers tapping against one another.
"Nothing. And no, it's not good. Might blow your cover here on Earth." I grinned at him as his face fell.
"No, mustn't give the game away…must stay as disguised as possible…"
I laughed my head off until the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign came off and we landed in Scotland.
"To make sure the Dib-thing doesn't bother us while we're in Scotland." I stated.
"Oh." Zim just shrugged and helped me lift the deadweight log over Dib's window. If that big headed boy put one ear out of the room, he'd be knocked out for good.
Finally, wiping our hands on our pants, I said, "Alright, off we go. And let's be a little stealthy this time around, yes?"
Zim shrugged. "It's really none of my business, but don't things usually go wrong because of you?"
I glared. "No, it's because of GIR. Now stop puttering 'round and help me load our baggage."
We were suddenly interrupted by GIR running out of Zim's house screaming. We turned our heads and watched/followed him until he ran around the yard three times, ran into a tree and fell down, unconscious.
I walked over and picked up the lifeless robot in the green dog suit. "Let's go," I muttered.
When we finally got to the airport, the terminal passed uneventfully, except for the fact that GIR started courting the baggage inspection lady and then magnetized himself to the ticket machine.
Zim and I were trying to yank GIR off before our plane left. With each yank, we let out another syllable.
"Come-on-GIR-we-have-to-catch-the-plane-before-it-leaves!!!"
He suddenly let go and ran up to our gate. "At least THAT problem is solved." I let out a whoosh of air.
***
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" GIR was repeating over and over again while banging his head against the window.
"No, GIR we are not yet there." I was becoming exasperated. Three hours of this didn't exactly "tickle my fancy".
GIR sighed and then got up, heading for the bathrooms. I dismissed it quickly and set to work trying to go to sleep.
A voice then came over the intercom. "Will the owner of a small green dog please come and remove him from the co-pilot's head?"
I leapt up. Zim was back trying to get some more salted peanuts from the stewardess, se I ventured up. There was GIR, in all his glory, wiggling and hugging the screaming co-pilot's head.
"Come on, GIR. Down!" I yanked and pulled at the little annoyance, until he finally let go and sighed, "Aww, I liked him."
I lead GIR back to the seat and firmly strapped him in. "GIR, power down until I say otherwise. We can't have you sabotaging the whole flight."
"What's this about sabotage? It sounds fun!" Zim sat down next to me and grinned, his fingers tapping against one another.
"Nothing. And no, it's not good. Might blow your cover here on Earth." I grinned at him as his face fell.
"No, mustn't give the game away…must stay as disguised as possible…"
I laughed my head off until the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign came off and we landed in Scotland.