"Shmee?" Todd "Squee" Casil whispered to his little stuffed bear. Squee was supposed to be asleep right now, for it was the middle of that starless night. But how could he possibly sleep with these noises he kept hearing? How could he sleep when he feared that something was in his home that shouldn't be?

"Shmee? Did you hear something?" He repeated in a panic. "Shmee?"

'Look behind you,' the teddy finally replied. Squee quickly turned his head and screamed. He sat face to face with a grinning, alien monster. It had pale blue-colored skin and small yellow eyes, but more noticeable were the two large, curled horns protruding from its head. It was very scary.

"DADEEEEE! HELP!" Squee screamed, scrambling out of bed.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" His father shouted from the master bedroom. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE! NOW GO TO BED!"

Squee whimpered and backed away as the alien moved towards him.

"Be quiet," The alien hissed. He had a very odd, almost British sounding voice. "We're not going to hurt you. This is simply an abduction."

Unaffected by the alien's persuasion, Squee grabbed his pillow and held it up to his head. "Go away, go away…" He pleaded softly. This wasn't the first time and alien had wanted him as a specimen.

MEANWHILE

"Which one do you prefer?" Johnny asked, holding up two large knives. "I can't decide, so I'll give you the decision." He was speaking to a man down in his basement. The man happened to be strapped to the wall with chains that Johnny had tied probably tighter than he should have.

"You bastard! You sick faggot bastard! All I did was make a joke! You should be used to it! Just look at you!"

Johnny gave the man a cold glare, which quickly changed into a smirk. "Yes, I have gotten rather used to it all. The insults, the harassment, and especially the slaughter." He held the knives up again. "Now pick which tool you'd like me to slice you open with, or I'll simply use them both."

A muffled scream could be heard from outside the building. This was very possible, since the chamber Johnny had set this victim up in wasn't too far down. Johnny turned his head towards the sound, trying to figure out what it was. It sounded like a high-pitched scream.

"Hold on a minute," He told the gasping man. He ran up the stairs towards the main level of the house, unknowingly taking the knives with him. That scream sounded very familiar. He poked his head out of the window and peered at the house next to him.

"Squee!" He called, squinting his eyes, trying to see what was going on at Squee's house. "You okay?"

Johnny listened carefully for a reply, but heard nothing but more screaming. "Squee?" He called one last time. No answer. Johnny sighed, held his knives tightly in his hands, and ran out the door to help his neighbor.

MEANWHILE

"Which way he go? Which way he go?" The little robot shrieked, gazing down at the world through the Voot Cruiser's windshield.

"Quiet!" Zim snarled, squinting his magenta eyes, trying to remember which way the Vortian ship had gone. "I know I saw it…I know I saw a Vrot ship fly by here…"He mumbled to himself.

"Whatchyoo say?" Gir squeaked. He kept fogging up the window with his robot-breath. He used his metal finger to draw a little happy face in the fog. "Heehee!"

"THERE!" Zim made a sharper turn than was wise, sending both him and his robot crashing into the wall. Zim quickly picked himself back up. "It went there! I DO know where I'm going!"