Invader Nae - Wow, thanks so much! I am not Jhonen, but I'll gladly take the doughnuts. I'm happy you like it and hope you continue to enjoy. :)

Invader Johnny - LOOK MAMA, HE'S GONNA 'SPLODE!

DoughnutRing - Thanks so much! Glad you're enjoying it! And you're right..WHO WILL?!

Enjoy, ya'll! And review, ya'll!

Two weeks have passed. The streets of Manti are full of various species piling in to attend the Moon Feast. Banners and digital billboards flash the words "CENTENNIAL MOON BALL" and "MOON FEAST FT. IRKEN MEAT". We see Sergeant Hobo 678 approach the door of an INN and an old MANTI lady place a "NO VACANCY" sign on the door.

Pan to the FEEDING ROOM. Zim, who has not moved from his beanbag chair since last we saw him, has grown enormously fat*. We hear him purring. His cheeks, even without a mouthful of food, are round, his arms loose with fat, his thighs bursting at the seams. His Invader uniform barely manages to hold his two giant rolls of belly fat, stretched right across his roundness. His usual group of FEEDERS leave him to digest, while an attractive MAID massages his antennae. He ceases his purr and looks around.

ZIM: GIR! I need you. GIR?

ZIM's eye twitches; he reaches between his rolls and pulls GIR out of the abyss by the head. GIR's eyes are wide with bedazzlement.

GIR: I just had the most wonderful adventure...

ZIM (putting GIR down). There you are. The females are busy fetching me more food. I need a favor - as I can't get up.

GIR: Masta want a belly rub?

GIR rubs ZIM's stomach in quick circles; ZIM slaps GIR away.

ZIM: Fetch your master his beautiful Deruna. And GIR, tell her it's important.

GIR heads for the door.

ZIM: And GIR!

GIR turns; ZIM smiles lazily.

ZIM: Ask her to bring a sandwich.

GIR: Otay, piggy-Master! Doo de do do do do dooo...

GIR skips away, his feet squeaking on the floor. ZIM stretches in the beanbag chair, which collapses and deflates underneath him; he looks mildly confused.

INT. MANTI KITCHEN.

GIR scampers into a kitchen full of hard-working cooks. There is a huge metal pot in the middle of the room.

GIR: ... do dee do do, looking for Deruna, doo dee do do ... she's not here. Oh well!

GIR grabs a toque from a hook on the wall. Humming, he begins to help in the kitchen. The SOUS CHEF walks by, barking orders at each cook.

SOUS CHEF: You! Slice those vegetables! And you! Pound that pastry, you know how the Leader of the Charcungans, he loves his pounded pastry! And YOU! Didn't I tell you we weren't doing the marinade anymore?

GIR: Oh yeah.

The SOUS pushes GIR over to the giant pot, into which vegetables are being chopped.

SOUS CHEF: Chop those veggies like a good prep. It has to be nice and flavorful for when the Irken Pig joins the recipe.

The SOUS marches down the line. GIR happily chops until something occurs to him, and he freezes.

GIR: WAIT! Irken Pig? My Master is an Irken Pig! EEE NO THEY GONNA EAT MY MASTURRR!

GIR runs around the pot screaming and babbling. Soon, he crashes into DERUNA, who has appeared in the kitchen with the ADVISOR and the CHEF.

GIR: Oh hi, Deruna! My master was looking for you.

GIR resumes his "doo dee do do" song and his chopping vegetables.

ADVISOR: I'm so glad milady decided on the soup after all.

DERUNA. It shall be perfect.

CHEF: There is one concern we have ignored, milady -

DERUNA: - we?

CHEF: S-sorry, I have ignored, milady. Our Pig has grown fatter than we'd planned. We'll have to go oil him up for him to fit in the pot.

Pan to GIR, whose eyes are huge with terror as he eavesdrops.

ADVISOR: The fat fool is right. And hadn't milady go supervise? The Pig did say he wanted you.

DERUNA: Oh yes. I had better go break the news to him, hadn't I?

ADVISOR: The news that he's your meat and not your mate?

They all burst into laughter.

DERUNA: Ahahahaha! Oh, you're such a funster.

GIR: EEE NO THEY GONNA EAT MY MASTURRR!