"I must sit here and watch this television until I find out more news about
this spacecraft... GIR, go make me a large bowl of popcorn!"
"Ooh! Popcorn!" GIR said excitedly, running off to create the buttery goodness.
ZIM stood in the same spot, transfixed by the television. He stared, eyes wide, motionless.
Moments later, GIR came back, a gigantic bowl of popcorn in his arms. He placed it in the middle of the couch and sat beside it.
"Popcorn, yay!" he shouted, grabbing some and popping it into his mouth happily.
ZIM grabbed some and ate the substance slowly, still seemingly hypnotized by the TV.
This went on for a matter of days, but bags grew beneath ZIM's eyes and his face now drooped. He was tired and was beginning to grow a beard. They'd been sitting in the same spot for forever it seemed.
ZIM and GIR both reached for popcorn at the same time. They felt one another's hands. Looking down, they saw that the bowl was nearly empty.
"The last kernel!" screamed ZIM, leaping for the small, brown seed.
"Mine!" said GIR, possessively, leaping in too.
Now they both were in the bowl, wrestling. No one had the kernel. The bowl toppled over and they both fell onto the ground, the bowl covering them both.
"No..! Where did it go!?" shouted ZIM dramatically, pushing the bowl off of him. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Aww, somebody needs a huuug!" said GIR, reaching out in attempt to comfort the distressed ZIM.
"Get off of me, you baffoon!" ZIM said, attempting to struggle free from the grasp of the robot, but it was no use.
"This just in, the spacecraft spotted days ago was reportedly found crashed." ZIM heard from the TV.
"Get off of me and shut up," he said, finally breaking away from GIR.
"Here are pictures of the mysterious object. Scientists have checked it out and it seems that it is currently not functional and incapable of flight. Many strange items were found within this aircraft, but no one is quite sure of what they are."
"Yes! I have an idea! Come on GIR, we have to find out where the Irken went. He may be able to help us in our conquest to conquer Earth!"
ZIM grabbed a few items, stuffed them in his backpack, put on his and GIR's disguises, and was off.
"Ooh! Popcorn!" GIR said excitedly, running off to create the buttery goodness.
ZIM stood in the same spot, transfixed by the television. He stared, eyes wide, motionless.
Moments later, GIR came back, a gigantic bowl of popcorn in his arms. He placed it in the middle of the couch and sat beside it.
"Popcorn, yay!" he shouted, grabbing some and popping it into his mouth happily.
ZIM grabbed some and ate the substance slowly, still seemingly hypnotized by the TV.
This went on for a matter of days, but bags grew beneath ZIM's eyes and his face now drooped. He was tired and was beginning to grow a beard. They'd been sitting in the same spot for forever it seemed.
ZIM and GIR both reached for popcorn at the same time. They felt one another's hands. Looking down, they saw that the bowl was nearly empty.
"The last kernel!" screamed ZIM, leaping for the small, brown seed.
"Mine!" said GIR, possessively, leaping in too.
Now they both were in the bowl, wrestling. No one had the kernel. The bowl toppled over and they both fell onto the ground, the bowl covering them both.
"No..! Where did it go!?" shouted ZIM dramatically, pushing the bowl off of him. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Aww, somebody needs a huuug!" said GIR, reaching out in attempt to comfort the distressed ZIM.
"Get off of me, you baffoon!" ZIM said, attempting to struggle free from the grasp of the robot, but it was no use.
"This just in, the spacecraft spotted days ago was reportedly found crashed." ZIM heard from the TV.
"Get off of me and shut up," he said, finally breaking away from GIR.
"Here are pictures of the mysterious object. Scientists have checked it out and it seems that it is currently not functional and incapable of flight. Many strange items were found within this aircraft, but no one is quite sure of what they are."
"Yes! I have an idea! Come on GIR, we have to find out where the Irken went. He may be able to help us in our conquest to conquer Earth!"
ZIM grabbed a few items, stuffed them in his backpack, put on his and GIR's disguises, and was off.