A/N: I would just like to mention that while writing this chapter I had the urge to put in a Keef Gaz pairing, however like the urge I had to tell a minivan of old people that I wanted to "catch a lift on their sweet ride" It could have ended badly and was avoided.

Once again I apologize for the lack of updates!

Keef jogged happily down the street, it was Dib's birthday and he was gonna give him a card with a 25 Barriers bookshop gift voucher in it.

After all; any friend of Zim's was a friend of Keef's and since he started mixing Zim up with a squirrel the other kids he usually sat with stopped hanging out with him for a while.

He rang the doorbell of the membrane household, leaving his finger on the buzzer until a disgruntled purple haired girl answered the door; her handheld console flashing GAME PAUSED across the screen.

"What do you want?"

"Hiya! Ooh you must be Gaz right? Hey is that a GSP? That awesome! I wanted one but my mum says videogames rot your brain and make teens go crazy, do you like racing car games? I love racing car games! What sort of games do you have on there?" the whole time he spoke Gaz could feel a headache forming.

"Did you want something or did you just come here to be stupid."

Keef fiddled nervously with his baby blue t-shirt, the rainbow on the front faded from years of wear giving it a second hand store feel despite the fact that he had gotten it a few years back during the retro-geek trend from a chain store for a ridiculous price.

"Well I- I came to wish Dib a happy birthday."

"He's not here." He stopped and stared at her for a moment, eyes wide; disappointed. She went to close the door on him but he stopped it with a lanky arm.

"Can you tell me when he'll be back then?" anyone who had dealt with Gaz would have told Keef to flee while he still had legs, She let out a low growl.

"He slept over at Zim's house." She then slammed the door in his face.

Keef stood there for a bit before regaining his energy.

"She seemed nice!" He stoped and wondered aloud for a moment "I wonder if Dib was over at Zim's house because it was his birthday…" he perked up suddenly "SLEEPOVER PARTEE!"

Dib had gone through a closet filled with several different sizes of Irken-esque clothing; lots of pink and purples and stripes and rings, he was disturbed by how much some of the outfits reminded him of his dad's high-skool yearbook.

Soon he had slipped into a blue, striped, long sleeved shirt; opting to keep his slightly stained jeans over the alternative; black tights. If he came home like that Gaz would never let him live it down.

He scratched at the skin that peeked out of the hole intended for the pak on the back of the long garment, walking back into the main room.

Zim had a cake, a very large cake.

And he was currently covering it in icing.

A double take could be excused.

"H-how did you manage to bake so fast!?"

Zim's eyes narrowed behind the bangs of his wig "You do not want to know Dib human…"

Suddenly; Gir flew our of nowhere and attached himself to Dib's head "Big-heeeeeeeeead! Today is your birthdae! So we can has Deeleeshus caek!"

Dib spent the time prying Gir off to decipher what had just been exclaimed.

"Uh yeah it is my birthday actually… Wow!" He looked at the monstrous baked pastry, covered in an off pink icing. "Thanks guys, this is- I mean I know it's the control thingy, but still…"

Zim would have continued squeezing little swirly shapes out of the squeezy tube if it weren't for Dib's words; his thanks had activated a piece of programming on the device, specifically the payment procedures.

Zim listened to the device going through the requirements.

Payment must be equal to meal, tips equal to service, if unable to pay then they either work it off or the authorities would be called, place of business will decide what form of currency would be appropriate and customers could be held indefinitely until the payment was made.

However; since Dib was technically in a house that didn't belong to him, the payment instructions were vague.

Now dear readers; please remember that the device was in a line of several others that malfunction, several foodcourtians could attest to that.

Zim was advised to try to receive the same amount of good feelings that had been given to Dib by his dining.

And as with most Irken technology; the goal was to be reached by any means necessary.

This could get messy.

Sorry for the shortness and the cliffy, but I had to chose between a longer chapter and an update!

Review anyway! title suggestions(song titles made to relate to food) or suggestions of any kind are welcome!