In the living room of Zim's base at 5:12pm:

Dib: What's taking Gir so long? Why'd I trust him anyway? He doesn't listen to commands.

(Dib saw a glow from the toilet and thought Zim was coming up, so he dashed for cover behind the couch.)

Zim: (has his eyes closed when he comes out) Gir, I'm going to need that laundry detergent after all. I spilled some grape soda on my pants and… (opens eyes) Gir? I thought I heard him up here. (looks toward his door that Dib came through) IT'S OPEN! WHO OPENED IT!? Well, it couldn't have been Gir because he left through the window. Computer, run a diagnostic of all the people who touched that door today.

Computer: (still annoyed about the outcome of the "Giggle Story") Do I have to?

Zim: Yes computer.

Computer: Grr…fine. You touched it first coming home and then Gir came back in through the door while you were spilling grape soda on your pants and-

Zim: DON'T REMIND ME! (cringes) It's so very sticky!

Computer: (laughs) I know!

Zim: Be quiet!

Gir burst in and jumped out of the shopping cart in front of Zim. One of the wheels rolled over Zim's foot.

Zim: (bites his bottom lip and a small tear of pain comes from his eye) EEEOWWWW!!! (grabs foot and hops up and down)

Gir: Heh, sorry 'bout that. Hey, have you seen the fortune man?

Zim: Ow…no Gir I haven't. Who are you referring to?

Gir: shrugs Dunno', but his head was sure unsightly!

Zim: Humans can be rather ugly…take that hideous pain device out of here!!!

Gir: But…it's gonna' be fortune guy's new house!!

Zim: Keep it out of my way then. Say, where's that detergent? You didn't use it up did you?

Gir: No! It's all over the yard silly!! Are ya' gonna' eat it with me?

Zim: (annoyed) Er…(walks away moodily and mumbles) I'll just order a new pair…(descends to the lab)

Dib: (jumps out) Got my camera?

Gir: What're you talk'n 'bout?

Dib: You forgot didn't you? Uh…this stinks.

Gir: An' so does your new home! (smiles) It smells like sewage!!

Dib: Hey, where does Zim stash my spy devices after he confiscates them?

Gir: In the fridge!

(Dib stepped into the kitchen and opened the said fridge.)

Dib: You're right! But why would he hide stuff here of all places? That's dumb!

Gir: There's your cameras…Master's savin' them for lunch!!

Dib: Okay… (grabs his things and stuffs them in his trench coat) Gir we're playing a game! It's called "Don't Tell Zim What I'm Doing!"

Gir: I love that game!

Dib: I knew you would! Hehe! Let's go!