"WOW! What a thrilling and dangerous adventure that was!" Dib shouted, as he and Tak headed towards her ship to get Zim.

"Eh, it was more trouble than it was worth." She shrugged, "Although the explosion the power generator made was quite delightful."

"Aw, c'mon. You have to admit, those robot death monkeys they sent after us were amazing pieces of technology." He insisted, but Tak just shrugged again.

"Well, now that the Snacky Cabs will be out of order for a few days, we'll be able to get Zim off this hideous, though delicious, place." They reached the ship, and Tak said, "Now, do you have any business to do before we leave? Because we won't be stopping for any breaks on our way back to Earth."

"Nope, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hear you complaining that you have to go halfway out."

"No, really, I'm okay."

"Alright…but don't have anything to eat or drink until we get out of here."

"Okee-dokee." Dib grinned, and Tak and him flew towards Shloogorghs.

Meanwhile…

Zim kept looking around the building impatiently. When were Tak and the Dib-stink going to get here? This was torture!

Well, that was Sizz-Lorr's intent, but still.

CRASH!

A giant hole appeared in the wall, debris flying everywhere, dust making it impossible to see what had made it. Still, Zim was sure he knew what it was.

"Finally! What took you so long?" He shouted, jumping towards the shape that appeared as the dust settled.

"What took me so long to what?" A Plookesian asked, sitting in a little escape pod.

"Eh?" Zim stared.

"My ship was going down, and I really wanted some Sizzled Fritz." He said, as a means of explanation. Zim didn't move for a moment, and was paralyzed with shock. He didn't even hear the second crash. Suddenly, he was jerked back by his collar and thrown into a rather small and uncomfortable space.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF- oh, it's you Tak." Zim said, blinking as Tak frowned and pulled the ship out and up.

"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." She growled, attempting to pull out of the building without damaging her ship anymore. Dib, who was cramped underneath Zim, paid as close attention to her order as Zim did.

A very angry looking Sizz-Lorr ran out of the back room to see what was causing his customers to scream and panic. For a second, he was too stunned to do anything about the large ship in his restaurant's wall.

And that second was all Tak needed.

Maneuvering her way out and up, Tak, Zim, and Dib were on their way back to Earth.

Meanwhile…

Sizz-Lorr grimaced as he started to call the Tallest. He hated having to ask them for help, but this time he had no choice. All the Snacky Cabs were out of commission, and he had no other ship to use. The tourists certainly weren't going to let him borrow theirs.

So, all that was left was to ask his leaders for one.

As the transmission picked up, Sizz-Lorr took a deep breath. Why couldn't Tallest Miyuki still be leader? Now there was a good leader. The best he'd ever had the joy of serving under.

"Sizz-Lorr? Hey, it's been a while." Tallest Red said, sounding more dubious than pleased.

"Um, yes. I was just wondering if you had a ship I could use." He asked, mumbling sullenly.

"Huh? Why would you need one of those? Huh? Huh?" Tallest Purple asked, between mouthfuls of curly fries.

"Well, you see, I need it to apprehend an escaped employee." Sizz-Lorr said, really hoping that they wouldn't ask anymore questions.

"Escaped employee? You don't mean…Zim? Didn't he run away over a year ago? Geez, let it go!" Tallest Red groaned.

"But what about his punishment for all the wrong he's done?"

"Don't worry, he's out of our hair. We sent him to the farthest away planet we could for his exile."

Tallest Purple snickered. "He thinks he's on a mission."

The irritated fry-cook said, "I already knew that!"

"Then case closed. Now if you don't mind, we have some very important leader-type things to do." Red was about to click off, when Sizz-Lorr grasped the last straw he had.

"But what about the Irken who helped him escape? The purple-eyed female with the weird clothes?" He demanded, which stopped the two short.

"This Irken…did she have an implant in her head?" Red asked hesitantly.

"I think so, but I didn't get a clear view." Though he didn't show it, Sizz-Lorr was immensely glad to be taken seriously by these two.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of her. We'll send you an employee to replace Zim, maybe a Vortian prisoner. In the meantime, try not to worry about what happened." Red said seriously, and ended the transmission. Sizz-Lorr, though at first disappointed not to get the ship, brightened at the thought of a new employed prisoner. This conversation had gone better than he thought.

A/N: And so ends the Foodcourtia plotline. Ooooh, a cliffhanger! Betcha didn't think I could do a good one! Well, neither did I. Don't worry, there'll be a lot more explanations in the next chapter.

Also, I'm going to start a drabble series for GAPR in a few days.

First one to correctly guess what the 'P' stands for gets a cookie.

Two hints: The P is not an OC, and the G stands for Gaz.