Everything is lasers with you.
I'm telling you, smoke machines
are what the people really--
[screaming]
Get out of the way! Move it!
Move it! Get out of my way!
Thus concludes the Great Assigning!
Help yourself to some nachos and
we'll see you at the equipping station.
Yes, gorge yourselves, you mooches!
No, no! Wait!
That voice.
Oh...
It can't be.
Zim.
Sorry I'm late, My Tallest.
I couldn't find my invitation.
You're lucky I made it at all.
You weren't invited at all.
Weren't you banished to Foodcourtia?
Shouldn't you be frying something?
Finally, a robot slave of my own.
Uh, we have a top secret
model for you, Zim.
I am honored to be trusted
with such advanced technology.
[laughing]
Shh!
- GIR, reporting for duty.
- GIR?
What does the G stand for?
I don't know.
Wee-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Wee-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Um... is it supposed to be stupid?
It's not stupid, it's advanced.
Yes, Zim?
In the event of, say,
a full scale alien invasion,
how prepared do you think
this planet's defenses would be?
Tell me.
As I was saying,
the universe is just doomed.
Doomed, doomed, doomed...
OK, am I the only one here who
sees the alien sitting in class?
There!
Right there!
That is no kids. He's an alien.
OK.
I think I've had my fill of these
horrible stink people things for today.
So activate your guidance chip
and lead the way to home.
[laughing]
No. No GIR, not Irk.
I meant our home base here on Earth.
Oh, here.
Our house, GIR.
Which direction is our house?
Um, that way.
No wait, um... it's over there.
How could you not know?
I just upgraded your guidance system.
Oh, I left that at home.
You left what at home?
The guidey chippy thingy.
You... why would you do that?
To make room for the cupcake.
How could you do this?
You've left us stranded in
the middle of the enemy territory,
surrounded by humans.
I can see that you understand
your mistake, GIR.
And me being angry will
get us no closer to home.
I will just have to use my innate
invader survival skills
to get us out of here.
See, GIR?
The All Mighty Tallest have not placed
their trust in me without reason.
I miss the cupcake.
I'll need a test subject/
Bring me Nick!
They've got peanuts and soap in 'em!
He's got a human test subject!
Ah yes, um... Nick.
Neural experiment number 231.
And how is the happiness probe
doing in your brain today,
filthy human?
It's great!
I never want to leave this magical place.
I'm so happy.
Ah-ha!
Excellent. Want some waffles?
Zim's making him eat waffles!
That poor kid. I gotta help.
Please, I need somebody from
the Eyeball Net to believe me.
Agent Disembodied Head,
- I need a mobile eyeball unit to--
- Agent Mob Man?
Stop calling us!
Then I'll try the FBI!
Hello, thank you for calling the FBI.
My name is Greg, how can I help you?
I have an emergency.
There's a kid who's--
Hey, Hey, you're Dib right?
Did you ever get that ninja ghost
out of your toilet?
Yes, no thanks to you.
There's a kid in trouble.
[gagging]
It's good.
Man, that kid sure loves his waffles.
Stay right there.
We're sending someone to beat you up
for playing jokes on the FBI.
