Tak watched the planets pass by. She and Dib had been flying around for the past eight hours. It was getting rather dull, except when they passed Explodran, a planet known for the way it randomly exploded in varying areas. Then finally…
"We're here!" Tak exclaimed, relieved to finally have come to Foodcourtia. She turned to Dib, only to find him fast asleep. Truthfully, she expected it, but he was also drooling all over the floor!
Slap!
"Ow! What was that for?" He shot up, rubbing the spot she had hit.
"We've reached Foodcourtia." She explained, preparing the landing gears. "Stay here and don't cause any trouble."
Dib blinked a few times, and said, "I'm coming with you, couldn't you guess?" As Tak looked at him in a confused and disbelieving manner, he continued. "I want to try some alien food! I may never get another chance!"
"What makes you think we're stopping for food?"
"Well, the owner of whatever restaurant Zim's in won't just let us sit around." He explained, and Tak had to admit that was a good point.
Giving in, she sighed. "Fine, but I'm not cleaning up after you if you can't stomach it."
Later…
After half a dozen restaurants, and several aspirins later, Dib and Tak finally arrived at Shloogorghs. Dib was insisting upon ordering again.
"You know, you don't have to eat every single kind of alien food that exists." Tak said, raising an eyebrow as he pointed out several things from the menu he wanted (several meaning 'all but anything with mooshminky in it').
"Yes I do! It's for…KNOWLEGDE!" He exclaimed, punching a fist into the air. Tak raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and headed towards the register.
"Welcome to Shloo-" The cashier trailed off, eyes narrowing behind his protective goggles. "Tak!" He hissed.
It took Tak a moment to recognize him. "Zim? Is that you?"
"Of course it is." He growled, "Why are you even here? Did you destroy the Earth and came here to rub it in?"
"No, I came to get you." She said calmly, which shut him up. This was the one thing he was not expecting, not after their last conversation. He opened his mouth, but when nothing came out, he closed it. "That's what I thought." Tak sighed.
"'Scuse me? Could I get a large bag of Friggle-briskets?" Dib asked, nudging Tak aside.
"DIB? Why in the name of Irk are you here?" Zim demanded, partly confused, but mostly enraged at the mere sight of Dib.
"Well, things were getting boring without you to hunt down. Besides, if you had to stay here for the rest of your life, I'd never be able to prove you're an alien." He said, shrugging. The truth was a bit more complicated, though. Simply put, he respected Zim, although he'd never like him. For him to be forced to work like a slave in a fast food restaurant, well…it was embarrassing to watch. The sooner he was back on Earth trying to destroy all mankind, the better.
Wow, there was something Dib never thought he'd think.
Zim narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but perhaps he understood Dib's motives, because he nodded and said, "Very well. Until I am out of this humiliating situation, I will allow you to help me. Now," He turned to Tak. "How are you planning on helping?"
"Well, I was kind of thinking something along the lines of driving the ship in to the building so you could climb on." She said, not really having given much thought to the matter.
"That sounds good! But what about Sizz-Lorr? He'll just chase us the entire way to Earth." Zim asked, though it appeared that the boss was no where to be seen.
Tak looked thoughtful, and said, "Dib and I'll figure something out. In the meantime, don't do anything stupid." She glared along with the last sentence, which for some reason made Zim gulp. There was something a little different about Tak…a little scarier…
Dib interrupted his thoughts, "Did ya get my Friggle-brisket yet?"
A/N: Yeah, I know that last line was somewhat GIR-like, but I couldn't help myself. Sorry for not posting for a while. I'm a counselor-in-training at a camp, which means that I have to get to sleep earlier. Which means I have no time for writing during the week.
Is sad, no?