Oh, wait, I forgot. I have created an image of the human Gir, and it is currently sitting in my room, unable to be scanned and placed on the internet. But he's uber cute, in a sexy kind of way. Oh, and before anyone asks, this is not a romance novel, so there will be no ZimxGir DibxGir ZimxDib ZimxGaz GazxGir fluff anywhere. Though, I think the idea of Gaz and Gir would be cute... Eh, mebbe in a sequal or somethin'. Oh, and all the characters are now young teenagers. I'm guessing about... 14-15. They're all freshmen. A couple years went by, as I said in the first chappie. yeah, so just sayin' before anyone ish confizzled. Oh, for anyone's info, Gir is now in a 16-17-year-old's body.)
"But I don't wanna..."
"Gir, get on the suit, or you won't be able to go out with me."
"But I wanna go to school!"
"Dogs and robots don't go to school, Gir."
"But I wanna!"
Gir was standing in front of Zim, pale arms wrapped around his chest as his human body acknowledged the fact he was only in boxers. Gir had never actually been cold before, so at first the sensation had been quite incredible. He had sat on the floor, chattering his teeth and laughing every time a convulsive chill racked down his spine. But eventually the chill has gotten old, and Gir longed for something else. He wanted it to stop. But how do you stop the cold? He had talked at it awhile, but the chattering of his teeth made it hard. Zim told him he had to put on the dog suit, and he would be... "warm". But, Gir didn't want the dog suit. He got what he wanted. He was a human, and humans didn't wear dog suits. Except the old man on the corner of the street. But he didn't count.
"Just put it on, Gir. Maybe I'll take you to school... if you put the suit on."
Gir looked down at his skinny legs, which were shaking with the cold, and then back at the suit. He was twice as tall as Zim, and so was the suit. It's bogging eyes were staring up at him, and Gir stuck his tongue out at it. But he was cold...
"Okay..." he moaned, holding out his hands for the suit. He looked at his fingered, and wiggled each one individually, giggling as he did so. Zim groaned and shoved the suit into Gir's hands.
"Just get it on, Gir. If someone sees you, they may suspect something." Zim was furious he had lost his SIR robot, to be replaced with a disgusting, smelly human. What now? Every human knew he owned a dog, not a human. If they saw the new Gir then he could be revealed as an Irken.
Gir slipped the dog suit on, zipping it up his chest and lifting the hood up. He was still a dog, just taller and skinnier. Zim looked him up and down before sighing and rubbing his head.
"It'll have to do. Come one, Gir, we have to go the store."
"Store!" came Gir's muffled voice from inside the thick cotton. He pranced to the door, the black leash Zim held tugging at his neck. Zim opened the door, and they were outside. Gir breathed in deeply, having figured out breathing only hours ago. They are was pungently fresh compared to the house, and he found himself humming happily.
"Gir! Come on, let's go!" Gir trotted up to Zim, having mastered walking on his two human feet. Unfortunately, walking upright made him twice the size of Zim.
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Dib was hiding in a bush across the street from where Zim and Gir stood, watching as Zim tugged the leash and made Gir turn a corner.
"Blast," Dib muttered under his breath as he brought his binoculars down from his eyes . He stood, his new lanky teenage body much taller than it was before, and his voice cracked as he muttered to himself.
"His dog is different than before... What has Zim done now?"
His heavy boots clunked against the sidewalk as he raced after Zim, staying a good way behind, so not to be seen. He followed them all the way downtown, to the grocery store, where Zim had picked a fight with a girl advertising the Crazy Taco.
"I don't want a taco!" screamed Zim to the skinny girl holding out tacos.
"Take a taco!"
"I don't want a taco, earth monkey!"
"Tmmhhph a tacomph!" she screamed through mouthfuls of a taco.
"I DON'T WANT A TACO!" Zim yanked at Gir's leash, tugging him into the store and away from the frightening taco seller. Dib ran in after, skirting the Taco Girl as much as he could.
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"We need doughnuts!" whispered Gir from inside the suit as they walked down the aisles.
"We don't," whispered Zim back as he shoved multiple boxes of sugary cereal into the cart. If there was thing on this filthy planet he liked, it was the cereal.
"Let's get out of here, Gir. We have what we need. And this time we'll take another door."
Gir nodded, and started to follow, when he fell flat on his face, Dib's boot having slipped in front of his leg.
"Hold still, robot, so I can show the world what you really are!" he screamed as he yanked at the hood back.
"NO!" screamed Zim
"HUH!" gasped Dib.
"I wanna doughnut!" cried Gir.
"How cute!" cooed the rest of the store's clients.
Gir sat up, grinning broadly and shaking his white hair out of his face.
"I'm doomed," whispered Zim despairingly.
(A/N: Woot! Long chappie. Oh, and Fiona...
There! Taco Girl! Behold! Oh, and the rest of you: Inside joke, really. Taco Girl may pop up every once ina while, but nothin' serious. Reviews are nice.)