"Master! Master! My piggy master, come here!" Gir shouted and ran up to the skool and jumped in the huge hole, reaching his master. Zim looked at him and rested his free hand on his hip. "What is it, Gir?" He wondered, placing the mop back on the wall. Gir pulled out the jar and handed it to Zim, who just looked at it. "What about it?" He wondered again, looking at Gir. The robot laughed and fell to the floor. "You need it! You will not shrink like a peanut now! YAY!" He shouted and flapped his arms around. Zim rolled his eyes and placed the jar on the floor. "Gir, what are you talking about?" He wondered once again. He shook his head lightly. "Look, just go back home and-!" Gir shouted and grabbed the mop, rubbing it so fast the black mark came off.
Zim raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Hey, Gir! If you do all of this, I'll give you another piggy teddy!" He shouted over Gir laughing and sighing. Gir stopped and looked at his master, then shouted happily and continued to work, but harder and faster. Zim smiled and picked up the jar. "Gir, what where you talking about, anyway?" He turned the jar around to look at it more. Gir whistled and didn't hear Zim at all. Zim just rolled his eyes and set the jar down.
Gir looked at his master and smiled, still mopping the wall. "You're not going to be a peanut now, right piggy master?" He shouted, sticking his tongue out. Zim nodded and tapped his head again to see if any blood was there. Nothing. Good. "I love you, master…" Zim looked at Gir and patted his head. "Just get back to work, Gir…" He replied, watching Gir clean the floor now. Zim pulled out a device and looked at it. He then pointed it at Gir. "Stand still, Gir…" He muttered.
Dib slowly walked up to Zim's house, stopping at the door. What has Zim done this time? The door was wide open and there was a huge hole above the door. Dib walked inside and picked up a piggy teddy on the floor. He then threw it towards him to see what will happen. Nothing. That's strange… Dib slowly walked towards the couch and stared at the big TV. It was just blank.
Hmm… what's going on here…?
"What do you think you're doing?"
Dib turned around and saw Zim standing there with Gir, who was holding the empty jar. "Zim? How did you clean the hallway so fast?" Dib wondered, stepping away from the couch. Zim pulled out the device again. "I cloned Gir… They cleaned up the hallway fast and when I took away the clones, Miss. Bitters came out and told me I did a good job… for once…" Zim muttered and pushed the device back in his pocket. Gir shoved the jar on his head and made a fishy face.
Dib looked at them both and walked up to Zim. "Ok… see you tomorrow and-!" He muttered but Zim held out his arms so Dib couldn't walk by him. "Not so fast, Dib-smell… tell me why you are here?" He wondered, looking at Gir as he shouted and banged his head on the wall. Dib crossed his arms.
"I came here to see what you have done all day…" He replied. Zim raised an eyebrow and stepped back as Dib pushed his arms down and walked by him. Gir panted and fell to the floor, still shouting. Zim looked at Dib as he disappeared. Gir stood up and looked at his master, smiling. "Are you and Mary friends now?" He wondered, covering where his heart should be with his hands. Zim looked at him and shook his head. "No! Why on Irk would you say that?" He replied, walking off. Gir looked at him. "Well, you did not yell at him…" He muttered. Zim stopped and looked at Gir. "I didn't feel like Shouting at him, for some strange reason…" He answered, started to walk again.
Gir opened his mouth but closed it. Then opened it again and followed his master. "Are going to make my piggy teddy now?" He wondered, smiling again. Zim sat down on the kitchen table and pulled out a needle and some pink cloth. "What do you think?" He shouted, ripping the pink cloth. Gir jumped and shouted happily, hugging his master and started to run around. Zim pulled off his wig and fake eyes and rubbed his real ones. "Gir, would you shut the door…" He shouted over Gir, who was still shouting. Gir nodded and ran to the door and closed it, running back to his master. Zim pulled out some googly eyes and set them on the table, picking up the needle and pink cloth.
Gir watched his every move. When he pushed the needle in and out, when he attached the head to the body, when he stuffed it with wool, Gir watched him until Zim was done. A few times Zim would get his finger stabbed by the needle, which Zim got confused about, but the teddy was great. Zim handed the teddy to Gir, who screamed and took the teddy to the couch. Zim looked at his fingers and took off his gloves, placing his fingers in his mouth. "I don't get it… I don't normally stab myself with a needle… I've made teddies and other stuff for Gir before and I've never hurt myself…" He muttered and stuck one finger in his mouth. He stood up and walked to the couch.
"Something's wrong… I keep making mistakes, I feel sleepy all the time, and I hurt myself here and there… I'm acting like a smeet again!" Zim shouted and kicked one of Gir's teddies. Gir giggled and hugged his new teddy tight. "But like I said! You will not go back to being small like a peanut again! I brought you the jar full of jam!" He shouted back and laughed. Zim looked at him and his antennas stood up. "…But you brought me an empty jar…" He muttered and held Gir. "Gir… what was the jam for?"
Gir laughed. "It was for you so you would not go small and sleep in my head…" He replied, sticking his tongue out. Zim's eyes widened and ran up to the bin, stepping inside and going down.
When Zim reached his base, the big screen was all red and flashing. Zim looked at it and read what it said. "Oh no…" He muttered. "…This is very bad!" Zim ran up to a table and looked all over it. He opened draws and everything. After a while, he stopped and placed his hands on his head, panting. "What's wrong, master?" Zim jumped and screamed, looking down and seeing Gir. Zim covered his eyes and screamed again. "You eat all the jam in the house, didn't you?" He shouted. Gir nodded. "…I don't even know what jam looks like…" Zim muttered and got to his knees.
Gir patted his back and hugged his teddy again. "It's ok, master…" He muttered. Zim uncovered his eyes and looked at him, shaking his head. "It's not alright, Gir! That was only thing that could help me! Without that, I'll be a…" he muttered back and shaking his head again, not wanting to say it. "I'll just have to find a new cure… because if I don't have jam by tomorrow…" Gir smiled at him and patted his back again. "… new cure we should try…" he shouted lightly and hugged his teddy once more time.