Here we go… Here we go…

Zim sat in the quiet solitude of his base on the filthy planet called Earth, standing over an earthling specimen in a clear tank on a metal table. Examining the test suject had proven to be more difficult then he had originally supposed. This creature originally appeared to be a sort of fish type specimen, but had apparently grown legs and lost it's tail. It's color had gone greenish, and it was now making a hideous series of "ribbit" sounds.

"Hmmmmmmm….HMMMMM, hmmm, Hmmm,…HMMMMMM," he murmured to himself, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He typed furiously into his hand held computer.

Suddenly there was a loud shriek, and his robot servant Gir, burst into the laboratory chamber and went zooming over his head riding a broomstick.

"WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEE! I IS THE WICKEDIST WITCH OF THE WEST!!"

Zim ducked nonchalantly, as Gir began swinging the broom over his head.

"Gimme your shoes! GIMME YOUR SHOES!" Gir squealed, tugging away at Zim's boot.

Losing his balance, Zim tumbled to the ground, the little silver robot still clinging to his foot. "Gir! Get off me! Stop this nonsense, you wretched robot!"

"GIMME YOUR SHOES!!" Gir howled, pulling away at Zim's leg.

"Fine, fine! Take it and leave me! I'm attempting to conduct a detailed observation on this…Fish-Lizard," said Zim, removing his boot and hurling it at the little robot.

It hit Gir's little metal head with an empty sounding ping and sent him spinning across the laboratory floor. Gir sat up and began to chew in the black boot with relish, slirping and gurgling with glee.

Zim went back to observing the animal. He put on a large set of goggles that connected to his PAK, and carefully put his hand in the tank. He gingerly extended his gloved finger at it and oh-so-carefully gave it a poke.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Zim shouted with fright, shielding his face and hiding under the table as the creature gave a small hop.

After a moment of cowering in a trembling little ball, Zim crawled from under the table and peered cautiously at the creature ontop.

"Ribbit," the bullfrog replied.

" Yesss…Intreguing," said Zim to himself, removing the protective goggles. "Gir, bring me the electeroscope. I'm going to disect this beast to see how it…Gir?"

But Gir was nowhere to be found in the laboratory. "Gir! Where have you run off to?"

Suddenly, Zim heard a loud snore above him. "GIR, GET OFF MY HEAD!!"

Gir leapt into the air and landed sitting Indian style, the poor frog's legs kicking and dangling from his mouth. "The froggy's my FRIEND," he said proudly.

" Take that out of your mouth! You don't know where it's been. AND STOP EATING ALL OF MY EXPERIMENTS!!" Zim shouted. " One of these days, I'm going to have to remove your brain and replace it with a better, more intellegent one. For now, you must"-

"Incoming transmission from the Irken Database…" came the male voice of the base's computer system.

"EEEK! It's the Tallest! And I still haven't discovered how to build an atomic bomb using advanced amphibian technology!" Zim shrieked. " Gir, clean yourself up and get that creature out of your mouth. AND GIMME BACK MY BOOT!"

"Yay!!" Gir sang, spitting out the frog. It hopped away and dissappeared under the computer console. Gir pulled Zim's boot out of the top if his head and threw it across the lab. It hit Zim square in the face and knocked him flat on his back. Scrambling, he pulled his boot back on and dusted himself off. Clearing his throat, he stood at attention in front of the enormous holoscreen.

"Computer, open transmission."

But it wasn't an open transmission. It was a pre-recorded message from an unfamilier Irken space craft. The face of a handsome young Irken male flashed onto the screen.

"Mom! It's me, Bobby! You have to listen to me, we're in a lot of trouble!…"

"Ehh? I see no Tallests! Who is this?" said Zim. The message played on.

As Zim listened to the message, his red eyes grew round and large.

E.V.