A/N: i, sadly, do not own invader zim, gir, dib, or the mini-moose. they belong to whoever thought of them... or whatever.

The Messed-Up Messiness of Gir's Wonderful Choice in Clothing

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Zim marched into his house-base after a long day of spending time in the wretched place of Skool. The little green alien removed his human-like costume and headed straight for the entrance to his underground base.

Zim stepped into the toilet and pulled on the flushing device. He spun around and ended up in his Main Computer Room of Doom. Zim went and sat down at his computer and started to plot the Doom of the pitiful Human race and the Dib-monkey.

After hours of pondering the wonderful Doom he could cause, Zim started to wonder. He wondered and wondered. He wondered so much he thought he'd bread his squeedley-splooch. He wondered about Gir.

"Gir?" Zim asked.

"GIR! WHERE ARE YOU! STOP FOOLING AROUND THIS INSTANT!" Zim shouted, afraid that Gir was causing unwanted damage to his house-base.

Just then Gir skipped in, and Zim screamed. He didn't screame because he was scared. No, that was far from why he screamed. First, to properly understand why Zim screamed, you must be told a few things, mainly:

A: Gir is a defunctional robot-helper

B: Gir likes to do very very strange things

C: Gir makes friends with very very very strange things

So, you see, Gir came skipping in, wearing something very very very very strange. Gir came skipping in wearing... a tutu. A pink, orange, and purple tutu to be exact. A pink, orange, and purple tutu covered in sparkles. And he was carrying Mini-Moose.

"GIR! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE TALLEST ARE YOU WEARING! ...and why are you carrying a moose?" Zim shouted.

Gir ran over to Zim and looked up with a big, ginormous grin. "Mini-Moose told me it was the best stuff to wear while eating TACOS!"

Zim stared at Gir for a moment. Then he turned around, and turned back. He stared again. Then turned around again. And turned back. Zim did this for many many moments until he stopped.

"Gir." Zim said. "Would you please stop wearing strange human clothing. This is the third time this week. I swear, if I see another tutu, clown suit, or thong im going to send you back to the manufacturing building back on Planet Irk."

And so, Gir took off the tutu and Zim went back to planning the Doom-y end of the pitiful Human race and the Dib-monkey.

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The idea for this little story just came out of nowhere, literally. I was sitting at my computer doing school work when it hit me. 'Wouldn't it be funny if Gir was wearing a tutu!' the end result of that thought is this ... strange story... yea.