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»Disclaimer«

I don't own Invader Zim. Although I own Invader Courtney. o_O

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Author's Note::

Er, I know the last couple of chapters have been kinda, on the short side. But I'm hoping this is a big longer considering I won't update again till July 6th. I hope you like it.

Theme Song For This Chapter:: Everywhere, Michelle Branch

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"Gir! Gir? Can you hear me? GIR!? HELLO?" He banged the transimitter against the cement. "Curse this transmitter!" Zim yelled. An image of Gir surrounded Zim in the alleyway in which he was hidden.

"Master! I got tacos! I got tacos!" Gir was bouncing up and down with a bag of tacos in his hand.

"That's nice Gi -- wait...Did you leave the base?" Zim demanded.

"I don't know." Gir said sweetly.

Zim scowled. "Gir. Start the voot runner. We've got to get out of here. There is t-too many problems right now. We will be going to Earth's moon, because I-I need to sort out some problems."

If Gir noticed Zim faltering and blushing, he didn't pay attention to it. But then again, Gir does has the attention span of a rodent.

Gir turned bright red and salluted. "Yes my lord." And the screen blinked out.

'No. No. No one is going to pelt me with luncheon meats. Not even...Gaz. Or Tak. Or Courtney.' Zim thought. His squeedly-spooch lurched with the sickening thought. He hid behind a trashcan and waited. Gaz and Dib passed by, with Zim unnoticed. Gaz had threw herself into her Gameslave when Zim ran, but only after she made Dib pay. She seemed somewhat pleased, while Dib was wincing with every stepped. Zim merely smirked and remained in hiding.

A few minutes after Gaz and Dib, Courtney came stomping along, her hologram wavering slightly so you could see her twisted antennae. Her natural amber eyes were glowing with anger at the moment. Whom Zim could probably guess was anger directed at Tak.

After Courtney had fixed her antennae and her hologram, and continued on her way. Tak walked past the alleyway, oblivious to the fact that Zim was still hiding behind the trashcan. Tak's hollogram and antennae seemed fine. She was looking around for something. She was walking towards the trashcan. Zim backed up slowly and tripped over a piece of wood and fell with a satisfying THUD!

"You need to get better hiding places Zim." Tak said. She kicked the trashcan out of her way and reached out and took his hand. "Your mind works in very obvious ways."

"Zim is nothing but obvious." Zim said indignantly. "I just tripped over that FILTHY piece of wood. You would have never seen Zim in his ingenius hiding location."

"Sure Zim." Tak looked at Zim. "C'mon, we've got to get to the skool. Ms. Bitters will reign doom upon us if we don't."

"You go. I'm cutting skool today. I have....plans." Zim said, hesitantly.

"But Zim -" Tak started.

But Zim had already started running towards the base. 'Gir must have the Voot Cruiser running by now. I've got to get out of here.' He heard footsteps behind him, so he chanced a glance back. Tak was following him. Zim picked up the pace. He ran into the cul-de-sac, out of breath. In his yard, beside the "I love Earth" flag, was Gir dancing with a .... mongoose?

"GIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT ABOUT THE," he lowered his voice, "Voot Cruiser?!" Zim asked.

"It's ready. But I got bored. So...I got a mongoose!" Gir cried, now swing the mongoose around by its arms. "Goosey, Goosey, Goosey!" Gir sung happily.

"Put the mongoose down Gir. We've gotta go. Grab some Poop cola, some tacos and cupcakes, and lets go. We've gotta go to the moon. It's...critical for the mission." Zim said.

"Riiiight." Gir said slowly. "Do I get to sing the doom song?"

"Yes, yes fine." Zim snapped. He grabbed Gir's arm and pulled him inside the base, and into the lower levels of the basement. "Computer! Is the Voot Runner ready?"

"No 'Hey how are you feeling today?' Master?" The Computer replied.

"SHUT UP and lemme know is the Voot Runner ready!"

"I can't do both." The Computer retorted.

Zim's fist clenched. He was angry, he had problems that he needed to sort out, away from Earth, and his computer was giving him smart ansawers.

"Look!" He wasn't yelling, but his voice was shaking with anger, "Is the Voot Runner ready? Answer me, or I'll be unplugging you." Zim said acidly.

The Computer (if it has emotions) was stunned. "Yes Zim. The Voot Cruiser is ready."

"Good. Gir get your stuff, and come on. We're preparing for ignitial take off." Zim said.

"YAY! I GOTS STUFF!" Gir sung happily.

The hatch to the Voot Cruiser opened slowly, steam seeping out the opening. Zim put a foot inside and hoisted a box inside. Gir followed, snuggling with the mongoose.

"Destination?" The Computer asked.

"Earth's moon." Zim said hastily and closed the hatch to the voot cruiser.

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