Zim: I feel so dirty... like a carrot!
Zim and Gir pulled in the campground of the Muffin Contest covered in a slimy white substance. What was this substance? Ranch dressing! (Didn't see that coming did you?) Zim dismounted his bike and approached the check-in cabin. In the lobby were a few chairs, plants, and strangely some plastic flamingos. He went up to the desk and rang the bell once. Twice. Thrice. He peered into the back room and saw a short, pudgy man with blonde hair in a sweat-stained t-shirt and tattered jean cut-offs, watching T.V. Zim tapped on door and waved to the man with a generous smile. The man looked and paused for a moment with a confused look. Then turned back to his T.V. show. Zim knocked on the door and said he wanted a camp space. The man croaked, "In a minute." So Zim went out to the lobby and sat in one of the chairs and stared cautiously at the flamingos. Then slipped off the chair and inched toward it. Zim poked it and it wobbled. Startled he jumped back and knocked over a basket. He seized a pink umbrella that fell out of it and held it up to the flamingo's chin. Meanwhile the man came out of the back room and stared wide-eyed at Zim.
Zim: Not so smart now pink, plastic fiend...
Man: Ah-hem...
Zim: Oh... yes, well I'd like a site. (Dropping umbrella.)
Man: Well, you can have space E-17.
Zim: Thanks buddy.
Man: That's 37. (Punching keys on cash register.)
Zim: Huh?
Man: 37 dollars.
Zim: Look the wall!
Man: (Turns) What?
Zim: (Snatches hand full of money out of the cash register.) HERE!
Man: Uh... I'll just take this.
Zim: Keep the change my man.
Zim trotted back out to his motorcycle. Seeing that Gir was still strapped down he mounted and drove off toward the campsites. He drove past rows A through D and turned down row E. Once he came upon the campsite he noticed there was a tent already set up. He dismounted and went in it to find someone was asleep inside it.
Zim: Hey! You there out of my tent!
Eric: (The Muffin Lord) Whosawha? Who a you?
Zim: I'm the great ZIM and you are in MY space!
Eric: Oh yea well I'm THE MUFFIN LORD and you are in my space!
Zim grabbed Eric by the collar and threw him out of the tent. Eric shook his fist at Zim and then hopped on his yellow and pink scooter and fled. Zim went over to the motorcycle and pulled out a sleeping bag, a rope, and something yellow.
Gir: I want a fruit cup.
Zim: What is this fruit cup you speak of?
Gir: You know those cans with little pieces of cherries and peaches and pineapples and flamingos...
Zim: Sounds delectable... anyway we must prepare for the bake-off tomorrow! Now I've looked at this cookbook and I think these blueberry muffins are quite nice.
Gir: I want to make taco puffs!
Zim: Hmm we don't have all the ingredients for this RECIPE. Especially since you ate all of the flour.
Gir: I can't help it I'm addicted...
Zim: We must go to THE STORE!
Gir: I have a problem...
Zim jumped back on the motorcycle and sped off to the open road. Almost running the author's best friend, Erin over. Meanwhile, Dib and his family checked in to a nearby hotel.
Gaz: Sweetness! We have cable!
Dib: And shower curtains!
Prof. Membrane: And a toaster! Finally I can enjoy my pop-tarts!
Dib: I'm going to check out the buffet! And... prepare for Zim's downfall... MUHAHAHA!
Zim and Gir, in their disguises, entered a local supermarket. Zim grabbed a shopping cart and stuck Gir in the baby seat. He strolled down the aisles picking up items on his list. Then stopped when he came to the sugar aisle. There were many bags of all sizes and brands. He picked up a 4 lb bag of sugar and another 4 lb bag and started muttering to himself. Gir on the other hand was fidgeting in his baby seat. He then looked to the end of the aisle and saw a huge platypus. It was really some teenager trying to earn some cash by being the degrading mascot of the store. Gir then escaped his restraints and ran towards the platypus. Zim didn't notice because he was to busy with his sugar problem.
Gir: DUCK BEAVER!
Platypus: Oh joy...
Gir tackled the platypus and continued to run around the store causing chaos. About 15 minutes later a part of the store was on fire, the manager was going nuts, the customers running out of the store and Zim was completely unaware of this.
Zim: Well I guess if I'm to take over the world I should get two bags. Yes now I'm done. GIR!
Gir: (Rolls down the aisle in an ice cream carton.) Yes master?
Zim: It's time to go. We need our rest for tomorrow.
Gir: YAY!
Zim: Hey, how'd you get out of your baby seat anyway?
As they left the store Zim noticed an ambulance loading in a huge platypus. Who seemed to be muttering about doom and green puppy dogs.
Zim: What a freak.
Gir: I want some burritos!
Zim: Maybe next time.
When they reached their tent Zim once again found Eric asleep in their tent and kicked him out. Then Zim rolled out his sleeping bag and started inflating the yellow ducky inner tube he had gotten out earlier. Once it was inflated he tied the rope to it and stuck it onto Gir.
Gir: What's up with this? Are we going swimming at the water hole?
Zim: No that's your restraint so you don't wander around in the middle of the night.
Gir: OK!
I know I took a long time in writing this chapter. These things take time. I was on a quest to find the remote for the T.V. and got side tracked and some how ended up in the land of milk and honey.