Chapter three! Look-y me go! Hehe... Yes, I'm hyper... On Pop-Tarts (They were the Sundae kind...) and Hawaiian dinner rolls! I love GIR muchly... This was painful to write... Yes, this is really how I think of Dom' as a human. Moga
So it was kinda getting' late, an' it was gonna rain kinda soon. Y'know, rain is so obvious. It just... is, y'know? So anyways, it was getting' kinda late an' ma people hadn't come back to our pad yet. That's 'kay, though. S'not like I was bored or anything. I was jus' chillin', hangin' out on the bed. Yeah, it's comfy...
An' than I hear 'em come in. They were sayin' some stuff, an' Mom answered. An' than I heard the word 'puppy'. That's not good. I like bein' the youngest 'round here. An' a puppy? The lil' guys gonna want my bed. It's my bed, man, I ain't given' it up to no one.
So I get off the bed an' stretch and stuff. Then, I go up the stairs an' I smell my way to 'em. Moga and K are all standin' there, an' Moga's holdin' this freaky little dog. It's so not cute. Well... Mayb' a lil' bit cute, in a weird way.
Moga: ... SO that's how we found him.
Moga's Mom: Hmm... Well, I don't like the idea of this. A talking dog, let alone a GREEN dog isn't normal. However... I'd want somebody to take care of our pets if they ran off. /sigh/ He can stay...
Domino: [Aw, no...]
Kiachi: Whoo! Roomin' with a green dog, this ought to be fun!
Domino: [Wha? Green? Man, why do I have to only be able to see in shades of black and white?]
Moga's Mom: He's not staying in the house! We don't know where he's been!
Moga: It's going to rain tonight, though... Can we at least keep him in the garage?
Domino: [Hey, as long as he doesn't stay in my bed.]
Moga's Mom: I suppose... I doubt his owner would be very happy if his dog got sick from staying outside...
Domino: [Alright! Take that, Greeny!]
A few minutes later...
GIR /in the now car-less garage/: Ninety-four tacos on the wall, ninety-four taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, ninety-three tacos left on the wall! Ninety-three tacos on the wall, ninety-three taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, ninety-two tacos left on the wall! Ninety-two tacos on the wall, ninety-two taco-y...
Kiachi /in the living room/: Is that thing EVER going to shut up?!?
Moga: Hey, don't be mean. He's kinda cute.
Kiachi: It has worse di(1)-
Moga: Don't even say it. -.- At least he's better than those kids.
Kiachi: At least they're not singing about tacos!
Moga: It's better than the alternative.
GIR: Eighty-seven tacos on the wall, eighty-seven taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, eighty-six tacos left on the wall! Eighty-six tacos on the wall, eighty-six taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, eighty-five tacos left on the wall!
Kiachi: Grr...
About three hours later...
GIR /still in the garage/: Forty-five tacos on the wall, forty-five taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, forty-four tacos left on the wall! Forty-four tacos on the wall, forty-four taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, forty-three tacos left on the wall!
Kiachi: WILL IT EVER STOP?!?
Moga: He'll finish eventually...
Kiachi: That's what you said that last time! And the time before that! And the time before THAT! And-
Moga: I get it, I get it...
Kiachi: It just keeps starting over!!!
Moga: Maybe if we ask him to stop?
Kiachi /sarcastically/: Oh, yeah, that'll work.
Moga gets up from the floor, ignoring her brother's tone. She makes her way to the garage (Look'it me forget thing about the house! Oh, and the house has an attic, too. Imagine the garage and attic wherever you want.) She opens the garage door, a bit hesitantly. There, GIR is sitting on the floor, amazingly, still in disguise.
Moga: 'Cuse me, GIR?
GIR's head turns around to look at her.
GIR: Yeees, Kitty?
Moga: Um, do you think you could sing something else?
GIR: ... I dooooooo.
Moga: Great! Thanks, GIR!
GIR: Welcome, Kitty!
With that Moga leaves, a bit confused as to why GIR keeps calling her 'Kitty'.
Over in a different part of town, specifically Zim's base, a certain Invader is getting even more annoyed than he already is. Apparently, Zim has discovered that GIR has disabled and/or removed all of his tracing and contact equipment. Hence, GIR's whereabouts are a complete mystery. Not to such an AMAZING invader, of course! He knows exactly where his robotic minion is, m'yep. He just has... doom to work on! Yes, doom...
Deep in the bowels of Zim's lab, he is engaged in a very important conversation about the well being of his robot and the Earths impending doom.
Zim: So... Should I defeat the Dib-pig with a laser cannon, or a moose?
Computer: Wh-
Zim: Hmm... A mutant gerbil...
Yep, GIR will be safe with his master in no time, no doubt about that. /Sigh/ Looks like GIR's going to be sleeping over at Moga's house. Who knows when he'll be rescued! Zim wouldn't leave such an 'advanced' piece of Irken machinery to wander enemy territory, would he?
Ori: Seventy-three tacos on the wall, seventy-three taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, seventy-two tacos left on the wall! Seventy-two tacos on the wall, seventy-two taco-y tacos! Take one down, eat it all, seventy-one tacos left on the wall!
Kiachi: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
(1)- Based on an actual saying from one of my old teachers on people who talk to much.
Another chapter... completed. Yeah, I know it's rather short, but at least I'm being good with the updated, right? Yes, there will be more Zim in this than there currently is. After all, he can be considered my favorite character, much to Dib's disgust. I'm not sure if Gaz will really be in this, but she hasn't been forgotten. The next chapter may take a bit longer to get up, depending on my computer, so sorry if the next chapter takes longer. Moga