ZIM and GIR reached Bakersville, the place where the farmer had sighted the
spacecraft. ZIM looked around, saw a cornfield, and lighted up immediately.
"Come, GIR," he said, walking in the direction of the field.
They entered through the stalks of corn... When they made their way through the field some ways, they found that the field stopped abruptly. They walked through, and ZIM looked down, noticing that the corn had been bent down. "This must be the crop circle."
"Old McDonald had a farm... Ee-Ai-Ee-Ai-Oh! And on this farm he had a cow... Ee- Ai-Ee-Ai-Oh! With a—"
"Oh, shut up, GIR!"
"Sorry."
Zim took a magnet from his backpack and held it out above the corn. He saw a tiny particle fly towards the magnet and a smile played out on his face. He then took out some fancy gadget and stuck the piece of metal within it and pressed a few buttons.
"This piece of metal came off of an object made of the same material as our hovercraft, GIR!"
"Neat-O! What does that mean?"
"That means, GIR, that we actually have another real life Irken, and with this piece of metal we should be able to track any other objects made out of the same substances on this planet, which means.. there's his hovercraft and there's mine."
ZIM pressed two more buttons and two lights popped up on the screen, flashing. "See, this light right here is ours, at home, and this light right here, is his, at St. Augenstine."
"Does that mean you love me?"
"Um. No, GIR."
"Aw..." GIR looked up at ZIM with large, watery eyes. He sniffled once, sniffled twice.
"Yes, yes, I love you, GIR."
"Yay!" GIR clung to ZIM, hugging him tightly.
"No... No! Get off of me!" Once more, ZIM struggled for freedom. Finally, GIR let go.
"I love you too, ZIMMY."
"Err, that's wonderful, GIR." ZIM scooted away. "Let's just, um, go find the other Irken now."
"Okay!"
"Come, GIR," he said, walking in the direction of the field.
They entered through the stalks of corn... When they made their way through the field some ways, they found that the field stopped abruptly. They walked through, and ZIM looked down, noticing that the corn had been bent down. "This must be the crop circle."
"Old McDonald had a farm... Ee-Ai-Ee-Ai-Oh! And on this farm he had a cow... Ee- Ai-Ee-Ai-Oh! With a—"
"Oh, shut up, GIR!"
"Sorry."
Zim took a magnet from his backpack and held it out above the corn. He saw a tiny particle fly towards the magnet and a smile played out on his face. He then took out some fancy gadget and stuck the piece of metal within it and pressed a few buttons.
"This piece of metal came off of an object made of the same material as our hovercraft, GIR!"
"Neat-O! What does that mean?"
"That means, GIR, that we actually have another real life Irken, and with this piece of metal we should be able to track any other objects made out of the same substances on this planet, which means.. there's his hovercraft and there's mine."
ZIM pressed two more buttons and two lights popped up on the screen, flashing. "See, this light right here is ours, at home, and this light right here, is his, at St. Augenstine."
"Does that mean you love me?"
"Um. No, GIR."
"Aw..." GIR looked up at ZIM with large, watery eyes. He sniffled once, sniffled twice.
"Yes, yes, I love you, GIR."
"Yay!" GIR clung to ZIM, hugging him tightly.
"No... No! Get off of me!" Once more, ZIM struggled for freedom. Finally, GIR let go.
"I love you too, ZIMMY."
"Err, that's wonderful, GIR." ZIM scooted away. "Let's just, um, go find the other Irken now."
"Okay!"