Ok, this is it! I'm going to eat my finger! Vanilla Finger that is... it's a
type of cookie. On with the story!
****** Zim: Does this make me look fat? (Standing in front of a mirror in a penguin costume.)
Gir: Why yes, yes it does. (Rummaging through a trunk full of clearance items.)
Zim: (sighs) I've tried on 52 costumes and either they don't fit right or make me look like a pansy.
Gir: (Sticks head out of trunk.) Why are we doing this again?
Zim: It's logic Gir. You see we and a thousand other morons are going to be making muffins. And we don't know a freaking thing about making muffins! We'll do our best and make the coolest muffins ever or... they'll turn out rotten.
Gir: (Puts sock over head.) And your point is?
Zim: If we wear costumes it may help to impress the judges. You know jazz it up a bit.
Gir: Kick it up a notch!
Zim: SHH! You want to get sued my Emeril?
Gir: AHHH HA! Here you go master the perfect thing! (Hands him a pile of clothing.)
Zim: Uh... I'll try them on I guess.
Zim went in to the dressing room for the 53rd time that day. It was small, but had a full-length mirror and a hook to hang things on. The room strangely smelt like day old pudding pie. (HA! Don't know what that smells like do you? It's delicious.) After trying on the out fit Zim realized it was a cowboy out fit. He wore a blue button up shirt open revealing his white under shirt with tan cowhide pants. Complete with spurs on his boots and a white ten-gallon hat on his alien head. He thought himself pretty spiffy. Gir burst into the dressing room with a "Hi there!" He wasn't wearing his doggy costume but a flaming red cancan girls dress. On his robotic little feet he wore red, 3-inch high-heeled shoes and a red head wig with a feather hairpiece atop his robot head.
Gir: Looking for a date hot stuff? (Putting on lipstick.)
Zim: GIR WHAT ON IRK ARE YOU WEARING?
Gir: Oh, do you like it? The fabric is amazing! It goes SWISH! (Does a ballet twirl.)
Zim: GIR YOU TAKE THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!
Suddenly some guy's head peeked out from under the wall looking up at Zim. He looked to be in his 30's and had a scar over his eyebrow.
Zim: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Some Guy: What's the problem? You're upset because your daughter chooses to dress like a slut?
Zim: THAT'S NOT MY DAUGHTER!
Some Guy: In that case can I borrow Miss Sweet Cheeks for a minute?
Gir: I charge 3 tacos an hour.
Zim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET YOUR PIG-CHICKEN HEAD OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM!
Some Guy: Fine you don't have to yell.
Zim: (Turns to Gir.) What were you thinking! If we weren't going to take over the world we would pack up and go home right now!
Gir: AWW I'm sorry but I was just trying to go with our theme.
Zim: Well, I really do like this costume more than the other ones. As for yours... it's a nice color... get rid of it!
Gir: But!
Zim: Come Gir lets see if we can find you another costume and you can be my cow or something. Time is wasting.
Some Guy: Hey can I get some help here?
Zim: AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DON'T DO THAT!
Some Guy: Sorry, but do you have any toilet paper?
Zim: Let's get out of here.
After checking out they left the tiny shop and headed back to the motorcycle. They had found a horse costume so Gir could be Zim's "noble" steed. The costumes were surprisingly cheap. Gir tossed them into the duffel bag and pulled out a lollypop and started sucking on it. They hopped on the bike and pulled out into traffic.
Gir: CHERRY!
Zim: Where'd you get that?
Gir: ...I don't know. (Pulls out a gumball from his doggy suit pocket.)
Zim: EEESH! This human filth looks disgusting! I can't see how you don't burst into flames when you touch it.
Gir: I found it on the floor.
Zim: It's 11:00! We got to get going if we want to make it there today!
Up ahead there was some sort of commotion. The traffic started to slow and then stopped. There were about 20 cop cars and a bunch of traffic cones. Zim being the daring Irken he is drove up on the side to see what was the hold up.
Zim: You there pig-cop!
Po-lice: (That's how we say it in D.C.) I'm gonna have ta ask you ta turn around sir this road is closed.
Zim: Do not speak to the almighty ZIM in that tone! You will obey the fist!
Po-lice: Right. You'll have to dun turn 'round there be a spill so the road is CLOSED.
Gir: You herd him obey the foot! (Takes his foot and pokes the cop in the belly. The cop's belly starts to jiggle.)
Po-lice: Are you questioning my authority?
Gir: CHERRY! (Throws lollypop in cop's face.)
Zim floors it before the fat cops can waddle to their cars and chase after him.
****** Who was that guy in the store? What was the spill? Where did Gir really get that lollypop? Will Gir take up a secret life of prostitution? Find out next time! I'm going to go sucker punch my cousin!
****** Zim: Does this make me look fat? (Standing in front of a mirror in a penguin costume.)
Gir: Why yes, yes it does. (Rummaging through a trunk full of clearance items.)
Zim: (sighs) I've tried on 52 costumes and either they don't fit right or make me look like a pansy.
Gir: (Sticks head out of trunk.) Why are we doing this again?
Zim: It's logic Gir. You see we and a thousand other morons are going to be making muffins. And we don't know a freaking thing about making muffins! We'll do our best and make the coolest muffins ever or... they'll turn out rotten.
Gir: (Puts sock over head.) And your point is?
Zim: If we wear costumes it may help to impress the judges. You know jazz it up a bit.
Gir: Kick it up a notch!
Zim: SHH! You want to get sued my Emeril?
Gir: AHHH HA! Here you go master the perfect thing! (Hands him a pile of clothing.)
Zim: Uh... I'll try them on I guess.
Zim went in to the dressing room for the 53rd time that day. It was small, but had a full-length mirror and a hook to hang things on. The room strangely smelt like day old pudding pie. (HA! Don't know what that smells like do you? It's delicious.) After trying on the out fit Zim realized it was a cowboy out fit. He wore a blue button up shirt open revealing his white under shirt with tan cowhide pants. Complete with spurs on his boots and a white ten-gallon hat on his alien head. He thought himself pretty spiffy. Gir burst into the dressing room with a "Hi there!" He wasn't wearing his doggy costume but a flaming red cancan girls dress. On his robotic little feet he wore red, 3-inch high-heeled shoes and a red head wig with a feather hairpiece atop his robot head.
Gir: Looking for a date hot stuff? (Putting on lipstick.)
Zim: GIR WHAT ON IRK ARE YOU WEARING?
Gir: Oh, do you like it? The fabric is amazing! It goes SWISH! (Does a ballet twirl.)
Zim: GIR YOU TAKE THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!
Suddenly some guy's head peeked out from under the wall looking up at Zim. He looked to be in his 30's and had a scar over his eyebrow.
Zim: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Some Guy: What's the problem? You're upset because your daughter chooses to dress like a slut?
Zim: THAT'S NOT MY DAUGHTER!
Some Guy: In that case can I borrow Miss Sweet Cheeks for a minute?
Gir: I charge 3 tacos an hour.
Zim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET YOUR PIG-CHICKEN HEAD OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM!
Some Guy: Fine you don't have to yell.
Zim: (Turns to Gir.) What were you thinking! If we weren't going to take over the world we would pack up and go home right now!
Gir: AWW I'm sorry but I was just trying to go with our theme.
Zim: Well, I really do like this costume more than the other ones. As for yours... it's a nice color... get rid of it!
Gir: But!
Zim: Come Gir lets see if we can find you another costume and you can be my cow or something. Time is wasting.
Some Guy: Hey can I get some help here?
Zim: AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DON'T DO THAT!
Some Guy: Sorry, but do you have any toilet paper?
Zim: Let's get out of here.
After checking out they left the tiny shop and headed back to the motorcycle. They had found a horse costume so Gir could be Zim's "noble" steed. The costumes were surprisingly cheap. Gir tossed them into the duffel bag and pulled out a lollypop and started sucking on it. They hopped on the bike and pulled out into traffic.
Gir: CHERRY!
Zim: Where'd you get that?
Gir: ...I don't know. (Pulls out a gumball from his doggy suit pocket.)
Zim: EEESH! This human filth looks disgusting! I can't see how you don't burst into flames when you touch it.
Gir: I found it on the floor.
Zim: It's 11:00! We got to get going if we want to make it there today!
Up ahead there was some sort of commotion. The traffic started to slow and then stopped. There were about 20 cop cars and a bunch of traffic cones. Zim being the daring Irken he is drove up on the side to see what was the hold up.
Zim: You there pig-cop!
Po-lice: (That's how we say it in D.C.) I'm gonna have ta ask you ta turn around sir this road is closed.
Zim: Do not speak to the almighty ZIM in that tone! You will obey the fist!
Po-lice: Right. You'll have to dun turn 'round there be a spill so the road is CLOSED.
Gir: You herd him obey the foot! (Takes his foot and pokes the cop in the belly. The cop's belly starts to jiggle.)
Po-lice: Are you questioning my authority?
Gir: CHERRY! (Throws lollypop in cop's face.)
Zim floors it before the fat cops can waddle to their cars and chase after him.
****** Who was that guy in the store? What was the spill? Where did Gir really get that lollypop? Will Gir take up a secret life of prostitution? Find out next time! I'm going to go sucker punch my cousin!