((A/N: Ahh, the longness of time that I have not put up a chapter. I have a really short attention span. Bleh. XP Enjoy!))
"How cute is that!" exclaimed a middle aged woman from behind a loaded shopping cart. "Is it Halloween already?" The little toddler sitting amongst loaves of bread and hamburger meat stood up in his seat and tugged at Gir's hair.
"Lookit the puppy, Mommy! Lookit the puppy!"
Gir looked up innocently at Zim from his spot on the floor, and grinned widely, his pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Dib growled at Zim and shook the dog hood that he grasped in his thin hands.
"What happened, to your robot, Zim? Is this some new kind of disguise?"
Zim lifted a hand to accuse Dib of such a ridiculous theory, that he didn't want his SIR to be human at all, when he saw that quite a very large crowd had collected. Clearing his throat and putting one of the fake eyes back into place, he smiled a toothy grin and shook his head.
"Why, Dib, I'm hurt. All these years you've said I was an alien, and that's just silly. Does my foreign friend… Uh, Gir…spok, Girspok, look like an alien to you?"
People in the crowd nodded and mumbled agreement to what Zim had said. But Dib wasn't done yet.
"Alright, Zim. Where's your friend from, and why is her wearing a dog suit?"
Zim opened his mouth to say something, but found he had no words waiting. He was stuck.
"Ah'm from Walmart!" cried Gir, breaking the silence. Dib started to laugh.
"That's right," interrupted Zim, sweat beading down his green skin,
"He's from… WalMartia. The company is so big, they have their own little country in Europe."
"Oh," whispered a few from the crowd, and they went about their shopping business. One cashier shouted out, "What about the suit?"
Zim now had an answer prepared.
"That's what they wear in WalMartia. They want everyone to look like… dogs. Heh." He grinned.
"That's so stupid!" cried Dib, "Everyone knows there's no such country as WalMartia!"
"Actually, I think I heard about that place on the news a few nights ago," said the middle-aged woman with the toddler. A few more people agreed with her, and nodded their heads. Dib threw his hands up into the air, and glared daggers at Zim.
"You win the battle, but not the war, Zim," he whispered to the Irken once the crowd was gone, "Guys "Girspok's" age have to go to skool, and if he's not there Monday, people will start suspecting something."
Dib started to walk to the door out, but turned around while walking to say something more.
"They will start suspecting something, and I'll be the first one there to reveal who you're really are. I'd started sweating Zim, because there's nothing that -- oof!" He rubbed shoulder tenderly after having run into the door.
"See you at Skool, Zim." He left.
Zim looked down at Gir, growling under his breath.
"Looks like you're going to Skool, Girspok."
"Yay!"
((There ya go!))