Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim
Zim slammed the men's restroom door behind him as he entered his base. He had long since disabled those useless robot parents so he was only greeted by Gir. Who jumped on his head.
"HI!!!!" exclaimed Gir happily
"Not now Gir." Said Zim slumping onto the couch and staring defeatdly at his feet.
"Awwwwwww master sad?" asked Gir offering Zim a half eaten cookie. Zim smiled at the dysfunctional SIR unit.
"It's ok Gir you can eat it." Said Zim. Gir ate the cookie and danced happily around the room. Zim laughed in spite of himself and started thinking about did again. Did doesn't trust me. What will it take him to trust me!?
"Gaz! There's something wrong with Zim and I'm going to find out what!" announced Dib rushing into the house
"I have a headache Dib! If I hear one more sound out of you I'll rip your limb from limb and feed you to a moose!" shouted Gaz from the couch. Dib shuddered at the thought then ran up the stairs quietly. He logged onto his computer and filed a report to The Swollen Eyeball, it read: Today Zim (the alien): smiled at me, sat with me at lunch, and gave me a cupcake. He is either planning something big or has completely lost it! I will investigate further. Dib logged off and leaned back in his chair. It seemed like Zim was being sincere! Like he genuinely wanted to please me! Thought Dib absently. I must be on my guard more than ever!