Wow, I forgot to put the disclaimer on the previous chapter!! Well, you already know what it'll say. The glorious Zim and Dib and the other characters all belong to Jhohen Vasquez….sigh I wish Zim was mine… (not in that way! )

This chapter ain't my best work…I think it's terrible, personally…it starts off as a scene from two days ago from when Chapter 1 took place…okay, that was confusing! Ack…just read it. And if you find it stupid, blame me. I didn't get too much sleep when I wrote this. It is the product of my own stupid imagination.

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Zim's POV

Two Days Ago

Gir was lying on the floor scratching himself with a thorn of tiny little clusters of roses.

"GIR!" His "masta" had arrived home, looking very much ecstatic. "GIR! I, the AMAAAA-ZING ZIM, have come up with a PERFECT plan to get RID of the LARGE-headed DIB, and that would therefore ALLOW me to TAKE OVER this STINKING BALL OF DIRT!!!"

"Aawww…I'ma go get a taco!!" Gir stood up, got in his dog costume, and happily skipped out of the house, leaving the roses scattered all over the floor. No doubt some poor taco seller is going to have nightmares of a freakishly annoying green-skinned dog later that night!!

Zim sighed, exasperated. Well, he better get to work on his AMAZING plan.

Two hours later

Down in Zim's lab, the green Irken was busy working on his AMAAAZING PLAN of DOOM. It involved finishing his DIABOLICAL invention of DOOM (!!), a clever little contraption cleverly disguised as a stupid Earth pig that shot lasers at a specified target, which, of course, in this case, would be Dib's large head. And so, from here, you could guess Zim's "perfect" plan to get rid of the raven-haired huge-headed boy named Dib.

Zim laughed evilly. Sometimes he amazed even himself.

"And now, the finishing touches…" A few twists and spins of his hands, and soon, Zim's laser-shooting pig-disguised device was enclosed in a small box.

"Yes…yes…YEE-EESS!!! It—is—magnificent!!" Zim began to cackle evilly. "The Dib-thing will NEVER suspect a thing!! I should show Gir…" And off he went, carrying the little box like a trophy.

When he arrived in the living room still strewn with roses, Gir was still out, for some reason (It's been TWO HOURS!!). Zim "made little sicky noises" at the flowery mess, and placed his box of DOOM on the couch. He activated the speaker-thingy that he used when he needed help from Gir. "Gir! When you get home, make sure you clean up these FILTHY EARTH PLANTS!! Understand??" There was a compliant reply from Gir, meaning he was in red-eyed mode. Zim closed the link and went back down in his lab to work on some other AMAZING plan of his.

Gir's POV (Well, not really…)

After traumatizing an innocent taco vendor for TWO WHOLE HOURS, Gir skipped happily home, where he received Zim's message. Gir, going into red-eyed mode, complied, and, that done went back into cyan- eyed mode, in which he skipped happily on home.

Gir reached the weirdly glowing green house and walked in trudging on red roses. He saw the box for Dib that Zim had so foolishly left behind on the couch and squealed, "A present!!!"

He opened the box (Zim had not wrapped it yet) and squealed some more. "A piggy!!!!" He started giggling and giggling and giggling. "I'm gonna name you Bob!!" And, holding the poor piggy up high, Gir exclaimed, "Let's play with the purty flow-ahs!!"

They played with the "purty flow-ahs" all right, but then, Gir noticed the empty box from whence the piggy had came. "Aww…the box looks sad. Let's make it happy!" This led to Gir stuffing the roses in the rather small box.

Satisfied, Gir went off somewhere to play with "Bob."