Chapter 2 : Poopy what?!?
Gir: (Talking to the toilet) Will you pleeeeeeease some to my party Mr. Poopy Chair?
Toilet: ::Flushes::
Gir: Yeah!!!!Weeeheeeheeehooo!
Zim: Gir, who are you talking to in there?
Gir: Myself!
Zim: ...robots...
Girs suits up in doggie suit and walks over to Gaz and Dib's house
Gir knocks on their door
Gaz: Who is it?
Gir: It's me, Gir!!!
Gaz: Do I know you?
Gir: Yeah, i think so.
Gaz: What do you want?
Gir: Can you come to my party tomorrow and Dib can come and we'll be having fun fun fun!!
Gaz: Look, if this is about me blowing up the skool, it never happened.
Gir: blinks cluelessly
Gaz: Hold on...(Dib wanna go to Zim and Gir's party tomorrow?...ok. fine.)
Gir: Sooooooooo?
Gaz: We'll come. You'd better have chips though...
Gir: We will!!!
Gir goes home to find yet again another very aggravated Zim.
Zim: GIR!!!You LEFT the house while you had a POTATO in the microwave?!?
Gir: ...oopsie.
Zim: You BLEW UP the microwave!!!
Gir: Wait...that wasn't me! That was you!!!Heeheeheeheehee!
Zim: ...
Zim blushes at his own ignorance and stupidity
Zim: Er...I'm going to the lab.
Zim runs quickly to his lab. Gir follows him.
Zim: Why did you follow me? Shouldn't you be out doing something for your gathering or something? Did you invite all the guests?
Gir: Yes sir, yes I have!
Zim: Good. Now we must get "decorations" up. You do that while I go and buy us a new microwave.
Zim leaves and Gir is left...alone... to decorate the house. I smell disaster brewing.
Gir: (Talking to the toilet) Will you pleeeeeeease some to my party Mr. Poopy Chair?
Toilet: ::Flushes::
Gir: Yeah!!!!Weeeheeeheeehooo!
Zim: Gir, who are you talking to in there?
Gir: Myself!
Zim: ...robots...
Girs suits up in doggie suit and walks over to Gaz and Dib's house
Gir knocks on their door
Gaz: Who is it?
Gir: It's me, Gir!!!
Gaz: Do I know you?
Gir: Yeah, i think so.
Gaz: What do you want?
Gir: Can you come to my party tomorrow and Dib can come and we'll be having fun fun fun!!
Gaz: Look, if this is about me blowing up the skool, it never happened.
Gir: blinks cluelessly
Gaz: Hold on...(Dib wanna go to Zim and Gir's party tomorrow?...ok. fine.)
Gir: Sooooooooo?
Gaz: We'll come. You'd better have chips though...
Gir: We will!!!
Gir goes home to find yet again another very aggravated Zim.
Zim: GIR!!!You LEFT the house while you had a POTATO in the microwave?!?
Gir: ...oopsie.
Zim: You BLEW UP the microwave!!!
Gir: Wait...that wasn't me! That was you!!!Heeheeheeheehee!
Zim: ...
Zim blushes at his own ignorance and stupidity
Zim: Er...I'm going to the lab.
Zim runs quickly to his lab. Gir follows him.
Zim: Why did you follow me? Shouldn't you be out doing something for your gathering or something? Did you invite all the guests?
Gir: Yes sir, yes I have!
Zim: Good. Now we must get "decorations" up. You do that while I go and buy us a new microwave.
Zim leaves and Gir is left...alone... to decorate the house. I smell disaster brewing.
