A/N: I have been banned from the computer by the local law enforcement (parents), so this chapter is being uploaded in a sneaky manner. Oh, thanks again for the reviews Bloodshed Gal and Gazmrules!

Chapter 3 – Drama and a plot! BONUS!

(Authoress' note – yes, this random story does have a plot, and it is VERY DRAMATIC! There will also be no MibxZim pairing AT ALL, (Mib is just random and sort of flirty) even with that God-awful last chapter.)

"So you think that this planet is even worthy for us to take over?" "Yes, perhaps Zim hit a gold mine after all." The two Irken leaders stood before a wide screen, upon which was a satellite image of Earth. On a nearby table were countless papers that had all Earth's natural resources written on them, as well as the strengths and weaknesses of all the countries. An invader came into the room. "My Tallest" he said respectfully, "When shall we invade?" Red smirked. "Soon" he said. "Very soon."

"Let's go see Zim" suggested Mib meekly. "We can try to bust his evil plans?" "Mmph" Dib grunted, his eyes glued to his computer screen. Mib sighed, "Dib, whatever you think, I'm not in love with Zim." Dib wheeled around to face her. "Oh really? After all that 'Oh, Zimmy, you're still the most adorable thing in the universe! Don't let mean old Dibby-wibby hurt you!" Mib snorted. "Dib, I didn't say anything like that." She gestured outwards. "And they think that he's cute." Dib's brow creased. "They? They who?"

WE NOW INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO REMIND MIB NOT TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL AND TO ERASE THIS MOMENT FROM DIB'S MIND.

The sun peeked through the clouds and shed a little light on a green dog that was busy feeding tacos to the squirrels outside his master's house. "Happy Mongoose!" said the dog blissfully, petting a squirrel. Suddenly, a burlap sack was throw over the dog's head, and two children in trench coats rushed in and tied up the sack with a piece of bakery string. The older of the two (Mib) slung the bag over her shoulder and trudged off, struggling with the squirming bag. Dib trailed gleefully behind, a spring in his step.

Once inside the Membrane household, Mib emptied the contents of the bag on the kitchen table. GIR tumbled out, his dog head loose, but the rest of his poorly-made disguise were still intact. "Hi GIR!" said Mib, smiling. "Dib and I are going to ask you a couple questions. If you give us the right answer, you get a muffin." Mib held out a platter of blueberry muffins that she had made earlier that morning. "Oooh, muffins! GIMMIE MUFFINS!" GIR reached out for the platter, but Mib took it back. "Uh, uh, uh! Not yet! You have to answer a question first! Okay, you are Zim's robot, right?" "YES!" "Good job GIR, here's your muffin." Dib rolled his eyes and hissed at his cousin, "Ask him something we don't know!" "All in good time, cousin" said Mib, who was watching GIR eat his muffin. "Okay GIR, next question. Is Zim planning anything big?" "No." said GIR. Then he paused. "But the Tallest are." Mib turned to Dib and whispered, "Who are the Tallest?" "They're the Irken leaders" said Dib, then adding, "GIR, what are they planning?" GIR shook his head. "Nuh uh! Want my muffin!" They hastily handed him another muffin. When he was done eating it, Mib and Dib shrieked, "Well, well, what are the Tallest planning?" GIR looked slightly puzzled. "I don't know." He said slowly. Mib and Dib sighed, but perked up when GIR said, "But they're gonna do somthin' bad. And Zim doesn't know that they're gonna get rid of him." GIR smiled blandly with his tongue sticking out, took a muffin off the unguarded plate, and let himself out of the house, leaving two stunned cousins in his wake.

A/N: Yay! The plot! Review please! Review, and you will get cookies!

~Gilly