The 31 Days of October
October 4th; Saturday
12:00 a.m.
"GIR!"
Zim began to pant heavily, continuing his walk up the steep hill. GIR was already down the other side, running and hopping in joy. Zim sighted the large McMeaties sign down below, a long line of cars trailing down the street from the side of the building.
"What a filthy, filthy...sidewalk!" Zim glared at the wad of gum stuck to the bottom of his boot. GIR screamed, and pointed at a large sign on the front window.
"HUURR!" Zim hobbled down the hill and glared at the sign. "Fresh...Squirrel treats?
"YES!!" GIR ran inside of the building, and scared a couple out of their booth. Zim finally got the gum off of his shoe, and took a place besides GIR.
"Remember GIR! We're only here to get a few ingredi--OOH WHAT'S THAT?" Zim held up the menu up into the air, marveling at a colorful picture on the front. GIR began to pound on the table.
"Okay. Yes, can I take your order?" A tall, pimply boy hovered above the two, breathing loudly. Zim raised an eye, and lowered the menu.
"Eh? Oh, YES! Well, I want the WHAT IS THAT!?" The waiter looked around, before Zim snatched a small vial of salt from his pocket. He turned back around.
"Huh?"
"I WANT...SQUIRREL TREATS." GIR was becoming cynical. Zim glanced at GIR.
"Yes! Twelve ounces of Squirrel treats and nitroglycerine!"
"Sir, we don't have any nitroglycerine."
"Well! I believe three pounds of slaughtered cow meat will supply enough! And, uh, the Squirrel treats!"
The waiter stumbled off. GIR fumbled with a bottle of mustard, until squirting it into Zim's left eye.
"AURRG!" Zim rolled around on the filthy floor, before the waiter stepped over him and set the food on the table.
"That will be--" Zim shoved the waiter, and stepped back into the booth.
"Yes! Well GIR, we ought to be go--"
"I. NEED. MUSTARD. AURGGG!!!" GIR squeezed onto the ketchup bottle, with exploded, and landed onto the nearby customers. Zim only scoffed, and reached for a nearby bottle. The hamburger quickly exploded, and small squirrels scurried off into several directions.
"NOO! My plan! Oh, well!" Zim smiled a creep smile, scooped up the remains, and headed out.
Professor Membrane hummed happily...Because...He was happy! He rolled the green trash can down the drive way.
"Hohoho...HEAVY!" He shoved the heavy can on the edge of the sidewalk. Dib ran out of no where, sweating disturbingly large beads of sweat.
"DAD!" He grabbed onto the end of his father's coat. "Have you seen--Wait, why is that trash can so disturbingly heavy?!"
Membrane's eyes began to dart. "How did you know it was heavy?"
"I...don't...KNOW!" The two stood still for a few seconds. Membrane began to go back inside.
"Ahh--no--WAIT!" Dib cried. "Have you seen my ridiculously large amount of alien research anywhere?!"
Membrane got shifty-eyed again. "Son! It's about time you got interested in real science! I threw it all out...Because it was good for you!"
A look of horror was on Dib's face.
"NO! But--"
"YES!" Membrane pat his son's head innocently. "Well, I'm going to go inside and do important sciencey-stuff, as you should be doing! Good-bye, son!" He flew into the air, and headed towards the back of the house. A fire hydrant exploded.
"Oh, son! Before you begin your work--don't look in the trash can for you stuff, okay?! It's FILTHY!"