Tacos

The black night came slow, the sky was still orange, slowly turning into a purple sky. The warm weather of the day was turning into a cool night. Down in the streets, the human-disguised Zim walked down the sidewalks, heading towards his home base.

"Finally, out of that death-trap they call "School"! How dare they put the almighty Zim in class for the rest of the day. It's all that big-headed DIB's fault!!"

He growled with anger at the thought of Dib. Just as he was walking, the bushes behind him started moving. Zim spun around and stared at the bushes.

"Who's there? SHOW YOURSELF OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZIM!!"

Coming out of the bushes, Dib came out holding a video camera in his hand.

"Oh, your big-headed human!! Your the one got me staying in that horrible place all day!! It's all your fault!!

"Jeez, Zim. It wasn't my fault you got us in detention! Your the one who started it!!"

"SILENCE!! YOU DARE PUT THE BLAME ON ME?!"

"Uh, yeah! You were the one who did start it! You just don't want to admit it!"

Zim started growling and pulled out his plasma gun and pointed it straight at Dib.

"You know Zim, I'm recording you on this video camera. So if everyone saw that you have that gun, they might be suspi-"

Zim blasted and the video camera bursted into pieces.

"HEY! That was brand new!!"

Zim put away his plasma gun and started walking away, still growling with anger. Dib picked up the pieces and put them in his backpack.

"Ugh! That dumb alien! Now I gotta buy a new camera."

Zim walked all the way to his home base. He went into the house, finding Gir watching TV, while lying on his back on the couch. Zim went to the kitchen area and took off his wig.

"Hi Master!"

Zim didn't seem to hear Gir. He took off his contact lenses and put them away.

"Uh, master? You alright?"

Gir sat up straight, focusing on Zim. He could hear the growls coming from Zim.

"Did I..do something wrong? If I did, I'm sorry."

Zim finally noticed Gir was talking to him.

"What?"

"Did I do something to upset you?"

"No. It's nothing concerning you, Gir. It's that Dib human!"

"Oh. I thought you mad at me."

"Well, I'm going down to my base. Don't go out anywhere, that's an order!"

"Yes Master!"

As Zim disappeared into the elevator, Gir slumped back on the couch and started watching TV again. Just as The Scary Monkey Show was ending, Gir got up from the couch and went to the fridge to get some food. He opened the fridge door, and all the shelf's were empty.

"No food? What happened to my ice creams?"

Gir thought for a moment. He went and sat back down on the couch.

"I want tacos...and ice cream!"

He stared at the door quietly.


Zim was working in his base for an hour, until suddenly the monitors were alerting him.

"An intruder? But I left Gir upstairs. Ugh...he probably left the door open."

He went into the elevator and went up to the upper floor. The elevator doors open and Zim came in the kitchen room.

"Gir! Where are you? Why did you leave the door-"

His antennas perked up. The living room was empty, and the front door was wide open.

"THAT HORRIBLE ROBOT!! I ORDERED HIM TO STAY PUT HERE!!"

Zim's communicator extends from his PAK.

"GIR, respond!"

The communicator was silent until a sound came.

"Oh, hi Master!"

"Gir, what did I say about staying here at base?!"

"I'm sorry, Master! I just went out to get food!"

"Well, get back here. I don't want you to blow our cover!"

"Yes Master!"

Zim's communicator goes back into his PAK. He closes the front door and goes back down to his base. 10 minutes pass by and Gir comes in the house and closes the door. He carried a large bag of food along with a small bag full of tacos. He placed the the large bag on the kitchen table and takes his taco bag with him down to the base.

"I'm back, Master!"

"You took long enough. Is that what you got?"

"I was hungry! I got me some tacos!! You want some, Master?"

"No, you can have your filthy tacos."

"Okay!"

Gir grabs a large taco and stuffed it in his mouth. He then grabbed another taco, but before he took a bite, he looked at Zim. He wondered if he was still upset about earlier. He looked down at his taco and smiled. He threw his taco straight at Zim and it landed on his head.

"HEY! GIR!! YOU DARE THROW THIS AT YOUR MASTER!?"

"C'mon Master!! At least give it a try!!"

Zim grabbed the taco and stared at it. He placed it on the table right next to him. His head was covered with a couple of lettuce and chicken.

"Why did you throw this at me?"

"Don't be so mad, Master! It was funny!"

"But you THREW this at me!"

Gir started laughing and stuffed himself with french fries. Zim was getting really annoyed.

"Look, Gir. I'm really busy. Go back upstairs and finish your...tacos, whatever those humans call it."

"Okay, Master!"

Gir grabbed his bag and went into the elevator. Zim sighed and went back to working. He then looked at the taco Gir threw at him. He grabbed the taco and took a bite. His face looked confused and stared at the taco.

"Hmmm...not bad."