The Voot cruiser rocketed through space at an alarming speed. "Computer, estimated arrival time?" Mid ordered.

"Estimated arrival time: Four months," the monotone voice replied. Mid grimaced. The cruiser was going at top speed, to force it to go any faster would be… unwise. Mid shifted in her seat debating to tamper with the engine of the Voot.

"Computer, halt engines…" she muttered. A blue bubble covered her head as the upper half of the cruiser lifted up allowing her access to the open universe. Her spider like legs extended from her PAK, and she scurried across the exterior of the ship to the engine. She wrenched open a panel reveling a mass of complex wires and switches.

She grabbed several wires, reconnecting them to different points, and then proceeded to flick a few switches. The cruiser buzzed as she hit one last switch. Mid scrambled to the chair and the closed the cruiser just before it rocketed closer towered Earth.

Removing the breathing apprentice, Mid said, "Computer, estimated arrival time?"

"Estimated arrival time: two months," the Computer replied.

Two months later

"Stay away from me!" Zim shouted, sprinting down the hallway, forcing his way through the hoard of students. "I didn't do it this time!"

"Yeah right, Zim!" Dib dove after him. "Like anyone else could have engineered a huge robot to destroy the human population!"

Zim ignored him, heading for the door. "Look! Zim and Dib are at it again!" a child shouted from the crowd. Zim burst through the door, scrambling down the road desperate to avoid Dib.

"Get back here, Alien!" Dib skidded around a corner as the two of them raced towards Zim's secret base. "Admit it! Admit it Zim!"

Zim clenched his teeth and pulled out a communicator from his PAK. "Gir! Get out here! Help me!" he shouted, continually sprinting.

"Yes, my master!" Gir shouted in reply. Zim rounded a corner to a dead ending ally. The Irken glanced around wildly in hopes of a way out. Dib had him cornered. Zim extended his robotic spider legs and began to climb up the walls, but not before his human rival snatched on of them, attempting to drag him back to the ground.

"Lemme go!" Zim cried. He was nearly on the ground when a green, flying, robot dog arrived.

"Hi master!" Gir grinned, pink tong lolling out. Zim retracted his legs and jumped on the dog as if he was a motorcycle. The two took off, leaving Dib choking on a cloud of smoke.

"Well… It's not like I don't know where he's going to be…" Dib muttered after the smoke cleared.

"That foolish Earth Stink!" Zim, now sitting in front of his main computer screen, cackled. "Why does he think he can defeat the greatest Irken Invader of all time, ZIM?"

"I dunno," Gir replied, mouth full of a muffin.

"Do you have to speak when your mouth is full?" He snarled at the robot death monkey. "It sickens me!"

"Ohhhhh…" Gir muttered swallowing the rest of the muffin whole.

"Now I must contact my Tallest!" Zim slammed a hand down on a button, sending a signal to the Tallest. Zim stood, foot tapping anxiously as he waited for the Tallest to answer. He was furrowing his brow in impatience when the Red and Purple Tallest appeared on screen. "My Tallest!" Zim squealed.

"Hi, you've reached the Tallest," the Red Tallest started. "We can't come to the Incoming Messages right now, so feel free to leave your name and planet and we'll contact you as soon as we can."

"Unless it's Zim," the Purple Tallest added, grasping a bucket of donuts.

"That's right, if this is Zim contacting us, we won't get back to you. Ever." The Red Tallest agreed as Purple stuffed two of the fried pastries into his mouth.

"Feel free to leave the message after the beep," Purple said through a mouthful of donut.

"Hey, gimmy some of those!" Red dove for Purple…

BEEP

Zim simply stared at the screen, the message waiting for him to record. He must have waited half an hour, the message eventually shutting its self off. It wasn't until after the computer spoke up, "Zim, you didn't leave a message. Why are you just staring at the screen? There's nothing there."

"Of course I didn't leave a message!" Zim cried. "The Tallest expect me to handle it on my own! This unknown Killer Robot that was unleashed on the Huu-mans must be discovered! After that I, ZIM, shall report back to the Tallest!"

"Um… Zim are you seriously not taking the hint?" the computer pointed out flatly.

"SILENCE!" Zim shouted. "I must concoct my ingenious plan!" the short Irken collapsed into a chair, fingertips pressed together. He was in the chair for a half a second when he leapt to his feet once more. "That's it! This plan is brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT!"

"I GOT A PANCAKES!" robot bolted into the lab carrying a ten foot high stack of syrupy pancakes. He neared his Master, when his little metal foot seemed to trip over air, or maybe it was a bug, but anyway the sticky cakes went everywhere, splattering onto the every available surface in the lab, the controls, the screens, and Zim.

"GAHHHH!" Zim did his best to avoid the flying cakes. He had nearly avoided all of them when one last, extremely soaked pancake landed with a smack onto his forehead. Even though for the Irken diet consisted mostly of snacks and carbs, the combination of materials in the syrup did not comply with the alien skin. The sticky substance seemed to burn and sizzle his green flesh. "AHH! AHH! Why does it burn!" He sprinted up and down the length of the underground base at least three times before he stopped, gasping for breath.

Zim struggled, leaning one the wall for support. "Ga… Gir! Get out here!"

The robot ran out to him singing to himself, a few of the pancakes in his arms, "Doo dee doo dee doo dee doooooo!" He stuffed a pancake with quite a bit of dirt on it into his mouth. "Mmmmmm!"

"Gir!" Zim snarled down at the robot. "What have I told you about eating in the base?"

"I dunnoooo…" he swung his head from side to side.

"Not to do it! And especially with things that can harm me!" Zim snapped.

"Yaaaay!" Gir cried.

"No, Gir. That's bad," he sighed.

"Ohhhhh..." Gir muttered, munching on yet another dirty pancake. "Now go clean up the mess in the lab.'

"I don't wanna! OKAY!" he shouted, bounding back to the sticky lab.