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Chapter 8: GIR's New Friend
"Ah, the weekend! No pointless skool! Nothing but relaxation…Right GIR?" Zim demanded, lying down on the couch. "Yes." GIR insisted, running at him and jumping on his stomach. "GIR!" Zim crowed, sitting up. "What?" GIR implied, as if he didn't do anything. "Never mind…You probably don't remember from two seconds ago anyway…" Zim sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, the duckie?" GIR asked, and Zim sat up. "What? What about my duckie?!" He shot, looking around. "Oh, the one in the toilet?" GIR asked, smiling and running around. "Wheeee!" GIR cried, running around and smashing into a table and falling over. GIR kicked his feet into the air and laughed. "That was fun." He insisted. "GIR! How could you put my duckie in the toilet!?" He crowed, running for the bathroom. Sure enough the duckie was in the toilet with its cage all around it. "Quack!" It called, seeing Zim. Zim pulled it out of the toilet causing a chain reaction. The duckie fell through the bottom and the toilet flushed. "NOOO!" Zim cried, but he was too late. He shoved his hands in the toilet to his disgust. He took them out. "Oh, no…GERMS!" He crowed, running to the sink and washing his hands with soap. "This soak has a strange texture…" He insisted, taking a better look at it. It was covered in honey… "Aaah, GIR! GET IN HERE NOW!" He crowed, and GIR came running in with a hotdog on his head. "Yes, master?" He asked, and GIR showed him his hands and the empty cage. "What were you doing?" He asked. "What do you mean? Duckie wanted to go for a swim! And the honey makes it better to eat soap. Go ahead, try!" GIR insisted.
Zim spent the day trying to peel off the sticky coat of honey on his hands while GIR still ran around with a hotdog on his head. "Look, I'm a hotdog head, master!" GIR cried, tripping from Zim who left his foot out. "Now you don't." Zim insisted, and GIR started to tear up. "My hotdog is….Dirty…" GIR sniffled, and then picked it up and ate it. "Oh, well, tastes like new!" He insisted, and Zim cringed. "You are filthy." He insisted, scrubbing his hands.
GIR opened the door to go outside. "Where are you going GIR?" Zim asked, and GIR smiled. "Outside." He responded. "I knew that!" Zim shot, and GIR shrugged. "Okay." He responded, and closed the door behind him. "Stupid robot." Zim sighed, finishing wiping his hands off. "Hey, Zim!" Dib called out from his window. Zim growled under his breath. "Stupid humans.." He sighed, walking towards the window. He opened the window and called out, "What do you want stupid human?!" He shot, and Dib smiled. He threw a rock at him and watched it as it hit Zim's head. "Ouch!" He crowed, rubbing his forehead. Three more rocks pelted him as Kic came to Dib's aid. "Hey, now! Stop it!" He demanded. "GIR, where are you?" Zim called, and he turned to see GIR picking up the rocks that had been thrown. "I'll call you Cindy, and you Mindy, ooh, and you'll be Joe." GIR said to himself as he picked up each rock. "What are you doing?" Zim asked, "Help me!" GIR looked up and smiled. "I am helping you. I'm giving these fine children names." GIR said, his tongue sticking out though the side of his mouth. "What? Those are rocks!" Zim called, and GIR got a sad look on his face. "Oh…Then, their not my friends?" He asked, and Zim shrugged. "Okay, fine, their your new friends…Stupid good for nothing robot…" Zim sighed, looking back at where Dib and Kic were throwing rocks at him. They were gone.
Just when Zim turned away about five giant rocks knocked him on the head and knocked him out. GIR just stood up and cheered, "Oh, goodie! The dad, the mom, the grandma, the grandpa, and the big brother! Whoohoo!" GIR smiled.