Zim goes to Scotland! Take two
Ch. 2: Welcome to Scotland!
Three weeks later . . .
"GIR that is the LAST time I let you drive!" Shouted Zim as he landed the Voot Cruiser. The cruiser was covered in weeds, swamp water, and mud.
"But I wanted to play with the alligators!" Shouted GIR, looking sad that he had to leave his new friends in the swamp.
"That doesn't give you permission to crash us into that swamp!" Screamed Zim as he put on his disguise, which was a simple wig and two contacts. "We were lucky to get out of there alive!"
Eventually, with GIR disguised as a small, green dog, they traveled through the forest to the small village near the Loch. Small, brown, log cabins ran around the edge of the lake. A few yards away, there were bigger cabins, which were possibly stores.
"It's so filthy." Said Zim, stretching out the word 'filthy'.
"I like it!" Said GIR.
"Ok, GIR," Said Zim, "We don't know much about this filthy stink-town, so we'll both search around, asking people about the Monster. Whatever you do, don't let them know you're a robot, ok!"
"Okey-Dokey!" Shouted Gir, even though he hadn't been listening.
"Alright, we'll meet at the Voot in 1 hour."
With that, the two of them split up, and started interviewing everyone.
Author's Note: In this chapter, it will be split up into two sections for a while. The section's will show what Zim and GIR did in the hour. The two section's will both happen at the same time. We now return to the story.
Zim's story . . .
Zim wandered through the village, knocking on everyone's door. When he asked them, everyone told Zim a different story, and Zim took each one into consideration. Occasionally, the person wouldn't understand Zim, and beat him with a broom, thinking he's a thief.
When Zim's hour was half up, he walked into a local restaurant, and searched around for anyone willing to help him.
"I shall order this strange food you humans call hag-isss!" Shouted Zim at the waiter.
"Aye, one haggis, comin' rit up!" Said the waiter, taking the order to the chef.
Zim looked around the restaurant, eavesdropping to see if anyone who was talking about the Loch Ness Monster. He heard no one.
"Here's your haggis, sir." Said the waiter as he was putting a plate on the table. A pale, bean-shaped balloon was on the plate.
Zim picked up the balloon and reluctantly took a bite out of it. To his astonishment and delight, the balloon didn't burn his mouth. To add to his surprise, he actually enjoyed the haggis!
"This is DELICIOUS! What is it!" Shouted Zim with delight.
"Sheep innards cooked in a sheep's stomach." Said the waiter.
"I don't know what this 'sheep' that you are talking about is, but I love this!"
After Zim finished the haggis, he realized his hour was almost up, and headed back to the Voot.
Gir's Story . . .
Gir ran rampantly through the villager, banging on doors and running, shouted out a speech
about how he was going to have a monster as a pet. The villagers were angry at the small, green dog and started chasing him with brooms, rakes, and garden hoes.
Meanwhile, in a small bar, a group of Scottish men are enjoying a drink of whiskey, having a casual talk about fishing.
Suddenly, GIR burst through the wall of the bar, smashing everything on the wall (which was every bottle of alcohol in the bar). The wine, beer, and whiskey, along with pieces of glass, splashed on every person in the bar. GIR stood there, watching the people scream in pain. When they eventually calmed down, and started walking towards GIR to pound him into a pulp, GIR screamed at the top of his robotic lungs, "I'M LOOKING FOR THE MONSTER!"
Before anyone could respond