Hello again dear friend(s)! How are you today? ...Good! Me too! Except for the fact that my life is in ruins! Oh joyous! (grumbles something) Anyways! READY FOR SOME STORY COZ I SURE AS HELL AM! WOO HOO!! I've had some of this in my head all day so it is finally free...

DISCLAIMER: (insert witticism here that says--in a nutshell--that I don't own anything except Polaris and Tory)

Grim faces greeted the group as the smoke cleared from the room. Zim hopped down from the fridge and proceeded once more to get his toilet elevator working. Dib climbed back up on top of the fridge and sat with his back against the wall, admitting defeat. Polaris dangled her legs and stared at the floor intently while Tory and GIR entertained themselves. Gaz just stood by the window and looked out.

"Is this it?" Polaris finally asked. "Is this how it's going to end?"

Silence.

"So we're just going to roll over and accept defeat? Just let this situation get the best of us?" Polaris questioned the group.

Zim's stomping from the kitchen faltered.

"Well? Is that the case?" Polaris grew angry. "Is it? Just sit here and die?"

Dib looked over at her. "I don't know. I mean, what else is there to do?"

"There has to be some other way out of here..." Polaris said quietly. She glanced at the door hopefully. Gaz saw this and shook her head.

"I already tried that..."

Polaris sighed. "So this is it."

"Well aren't we a cheery group?" Tory commented.

"Cherry?" GIR questioned. "Cherry?" GIR stood up and started to sing, "I'm a cherry, you're a cherry, we're all cherries, CHERRY! CHERRY! CHERRY!" GIR began to break-dance.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at GIR. Tory started laughing and danced along with him.

"This is stupid," Gaz said and crossed her arms. "We're trapped in Zim's dumb house with all of the 'alien' technology and the only way to get to Zim's underground lair is through a toilet. Stupid."

"I agree with you there," Polaris sighed and swished her legs violently.

Dib nodded. Banging noises came from the kitchen, signifying that Zim was once more trying to get the toilet elevator to work.

"You're wrong," GIR said in a singsong voice. Polaris, Tory, Dib, and Gaz's heads all shot up and stared at the crazy robot.

"What do you mean by that, GIR?" Dib questioned him slowly.

GIR screamed. "CRAZY BIG-HEAD BOY! TOAST IS FOR MIDGETS!"

"MY HEAD'S NOT BIG!"

"Yes it is..."

"Mm hmm."

"What does toast have to do with anything?"

"Dammit, now I'm hungry. Thanks a lot!"

Tory sat down beside the robot and pushed her hair from her shoulders. "Now, GIR, can you please explain why you said Gaz was wrong?"

GIR giggled insanely.

Gaz flew across the room and picked up the robot. She shook GIR ferociously. "You will tell us what you mean and you will tell us NOW."

GIR was unfazed. "Scary girl! Scary girl! Purple isn't your color!"

Polaris laughed. Gaz shot daggers at her and growled, "I'd shut up if I were you... It's your fault we're here."

Polaris's laughter stopped abruptly and she looked down, letting her long black hair turn into a silky curtain, hiding her face from view.

Gaz's attention returned to the insane robot she was holding by the neck. "TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN NOW!"

GIR sighed in mock sadness. "Oh okay." He stopped and looked around. "My tacos! Where are my tacos? TACOS!"

Gaz's face mutated to a look of pure anger, a look Dib had never seen fully.

"GIR, if you value being alive any, you'll tell Gaz. Please don't give her an excuse to amputate you," Dib pleaded.

Gaz shook the robot. "Tell me now or I'll make you wish you'd never had a taco in your life!"

"TACO!" cried GIR. "WHERE ARE MY TACOS? TACO, COME BACK TO ME! TACO!!!"

Zim had been following the whole conversation with GIR while he was trying to 'unclog' the toilet elevator. "Your tacos? Those smelly things? I threw them away," Zim said with a flick of the wrist that indicated the trashcan.

Polaris's head shot up. Tory and Polaris both looked at each other.

"The trash can," they said in unison.

"What?" Dib asked. "What is it?"

Polaris shoved Dib off her and jumped off the refrigerator. Tory got up from the couch and they met at the trashcan. Tory looked at Polaris and she nodded. Tory pressed the foot pedal and the lid lifted.

Oooohhhh! The suspense! Will the trashcan thingy open or not (dramatic music with a kazoo)? Oh and be thankful for this chapter. I almost lost it when my computer decided to be a stupid beaver and "not respond". CURSE YOU COMPUTER, CURSE YOU!

THANK YOU KIND REVIEWER! I forgot to say thanks in my opening note... Tee he! (I'm such a loser) I give you a virtual uh...brownie! (hands reviewer a brownie) Do you wanna brownie? THEN REVIEW! NO BROWNIE FOR YOU UNLESS YOU REVIEW! MWA HAHA! And reading this would be nice too...

Hehe, I got out of going to church school saying I had too much homework... Which I haven't done yet! Mwa haha! Maybe I should start on it... Hmm... Yeah, I should I suppose...(scuffs shoe on the floor sadly)

Bye! Sorry for the cliff-hanger!

--Polaris Eleven...9.02PM