(A/N: Hello again! Let's get to the story already!)
The pod was being pulled toward Earth far more quickly than Tak expected. She struggled to keep her grip on the dashboard as a fiery barrier formed around her. They were entering Earth's atmosphere, locked onto Zim's location.
The windshield of the space pod cracked. Tak screamed.
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Zim walked, well, marched along the sidewalk, making little angry grunting noises to himself. He had failed a quiz...again. How was HE supposed to know what five times two was?!
He hurried home. At least he could return to a robot who cared. Minimoose!
"Welcome home, son!" the roboparents greeted him. He ignored them and shoved his mechanical "father" aside. He sat on the couch and took his failed math quiz out of his PAK. Scowling, he threw it to the floor.
GIR inexplicably fell from the ceiling and examined the paper.
"Oooh...you got an F!" he said happily.
"GIR! Not in the mood!" Zim shouted back.
"Oh." GIR picked up the quiz and proceeded to make a hat out of it. Zim put his head in his hands and sighed.
"Minimooooose!" he called. Minimoose came down from the ceiling, smiling as usual.
"Nyah!" it squeaked in greeting.
"Go make me some doughnuts," Zim ordered the purple robot moose. It squeaked once more and then floated past GIR into the kitchen. The SIR unit looked a bit disheartened.
"I can make doughnuts too, Master..." he said in a low tone. Zim shook his head and got off of the couch.
"No, GIR. You'll mess them up. You always put your awful WAFFLE batter in there," he stopped in front of GIR. The tiny robot started smiling again."What?" Zim asked him.
"Awful waffle," GIR told him. Zim facepalmed and sighed before speaking again. He knew that GIR never stayed serious for long.
"YES. AWFUL. So awful, in fact, they make me spew superior chunks from my superior, yet sensitive belly," Zim gripped his tunic for emphasis.
"Ohhh...sensitive!" piped GIR, poking it. It squeaked and Zim emitted a small giggle. He kicked GIR in the head (GIR Kicked Count: 1), making him fall onto his back. He continued poking at the air.
"Is somebody making doughnuts?" Skoodge chimed in, popping out of the trash can. Zim's frown deepened.
"NO!" he bellowed.
"Yes," objected Computer.
"Shut up, Computer!" Zim yelled at the ceiling. It remained silent.
"Could I have some?" Skoodge asked politely."I haven't eaten since-"
"NO!" Zim bellowed again. He removed GIR's paper hat and threw it at Skoodge's pudgy face."GET BACK INTO THE BASEME-"
"You got an F?" Skoodge interrupted, looking up from the quiz. Zim snarled viciously at him and then hissed violently. Skoodge slowly descended back into the trash can.
Zim picked GIR up and tossed him onto the couch. He was still poking at nothing, his arms making annoying little mechanical noises.
"If I got another... person...of...MADNESS living here, I would honestly lose my-!" Zim was cut off by a loud crash from just outside. He rushed to the window and took a peek. He was completely astonished by the sight with which he was met. An Irken space pod had not only destroyed part of his fence, but it had crushed one of his lawn gnomes.
"NOOOOOOOO!" he cried."MAH GNOOOOOOOOME! Wait." He looked at the pod more carefully. He turned away from the window."That's not just ANY space pod...that's an...IRKEN escape pod!" he deduced overdramatically.
GIR, Minimoose, Skoodge, Computer and the roboparents gasped, also overly dramatic. Then that green monkey in the painting gasped...then it got awkward...
Zim broke the silence.
"Whoever is in that pod could expose our race to the humans! That fool! I am NOT going to let them ruin my mission!" Never having taken off his disguise, Zim dashed outside."GIR!" GIR rushed beside him, now in disguise as well.
"You were made to retrieve information, weren't you?"
"I guess..."
"Now!" he pointed to the pod."RETRIEVE THAT CONFIRMATION!"
"..."
"Ugh!" Zim smacked himself in the forehead."I meant INFORMATION! Guh, how did I screw that up? GIR, you didn't hear that!" Just then, the pod began to open very...very...VERY...slowly. It was really...slow and boring...
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"Do you have any, uh...ones?"
"...you already asked that, GIR. For the last time, there ARE no ones!"
"Mm..."
"Now you have to go fishing again."
"YAY! Hey, the thing's open."
"Oh." The two put the cards away and stood to face none other than Tak.
She stood upon the crashed escape pod seething with rage.
"Now, Zim...prepare to DIE!"
(A/N: Doodoodoodoo, CLIFFHANGER! Hehe! You get a doughnut if you can tell me what I just referenced! Bye!)