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| - Walk of Doom GIR: Yeee-HOOOO! I'm running, I'm running! GIR: I'm naked! Zim: GIR! Sit still! I need quiet to repair your guidance systems box. GIR: I don't need it! I don't need it! Zim: Done. The finest in Irken guidance technology, and I have improved it. Zim: With these upgrades, GIR, there will be nothing that you cannot find, no situation that you cannot guide us out of. Zim: BEEES! Zim: Now, if we could just work on your behavior. GIR: Aw, my bees... Zim: You now possess superior geographic guidance abilities, GIR. GIR: Finally. Zim: Report upgrade status. GIR: Sir, guidance chip in place and fully functional, sir. Zim: Demonstrate. Which way is... the skool? Zim: Good, GIR! Now, something tougher. Where is planet Blorch? Zim: Excellent! Now, where is our home planet, Irk? Zim: Perfect! Okay, GIR. I think a field test is in order. Zim: Let's go into the nearby city and get as lost as we can. Zim: GIR, no cheating! Shut your chip off first. GIR: Do we have to go right now? I wanna watch the Scary Monkey Show! Zim: That monkey... Zim: As soon as we're lost enough you just use the chip to guide us home. Now, put your disguise back on! I have devised a new, even more insidiously clever disguise for myself! Zim: Be alert, GIR! On this planet we are surrounded by danger, and madness! GIR: Ooh, I like madness! Zim: Madness! Zim: Okay. 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! Zim: No. No GIR, not Irk. I meant our home base here on Earth. GIR: Oh, here. Zim: Our HOUSE, GIR! Which direction is our house? GIR: Um, that way. GIR: No, wait, um, it's over there. Zim: How could you not know! I just upgraded your guidance system! GIR: Oh, I left that at home. Zim: You left what at home? GIR: The guidey, chippy, thingy. Zim: You! Why would you do that!?! GIR: To make room for the cupcake! Zim: (grunts) How could you do this? You've left us stranded in the middle of the enemy territory! Surrounded by humans! Zim: 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. Zim: See, GIR? The Almighty Tallest have not placed their trust in me without reason. GIR: I miss you, cupcake. Zim: I will use these pieces of scrap metal to fashion a compass... Zim: ...using this planet's own magnetic field against it! Zim: Now, witness the power of my compass! GIR: Aw... It likes me! Zim: Perhaps a compass is not the best tool for this situation. GIR: Why don't we ask the information humans for help? (points toward a nearby building bearing the words "INFORMATION CENTER") Zim: I will NOT stoop so LOW as to ask the HEW-mans for help! Zim: You speak nonsense, GIR! We help ourselves. GIR: (reading) What.. about.. the.. bus? Zim: Excellent, GIR! We will use one of their own methods of transportation to beat this revolting city! Bus driver: Where d'you think you're goin'? Zim: I go home. Now mind your business, bus slave! Bus driver: You don't go anywhere without bus fare! Zim: Fare? Bus driver: This ain't a free ride, little man! (snort) You need money! Zim: You expect me to pay to be on this filthy machine? Have you the brain worms!?! Zim: Fine! I don't need your bus! I will use the power of your sun to find my way! Bus driver: Weirdo. (snort) GIR: Are we gonna ride the sun home? Zim: No, GIR. I can use the Earth's sun to determine which direction is west. The Earth's sun always sets in the west. Now watch me amaze you! Zim: Hmmm, emmm, mmmm. Zim: Wait a minute... I'M BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!!!!!!!! Zim: AAAH! NO! HELP! NO! Zim: No! GIR! I think they booby-trapped their sun somehow! Zim: A minor setback, GIR. We'll be home in no time. I'll just wait until the skin grows back on my eyeballs! Zim: GIR! I can see! I can see! Now we can figure out how to escape this filthy place. Maurice Morgan: Get a job, ya bum! Zim: That's it! If we can find a job, we can make money. With this money, we can ride the bus! I'm going to beat you, city! You won't make a fool of this Irken invader! GIR: I'm gonna eat a rat! Zim: Finally, we are heading home! GIR: I smell dooky! Zim: I cannot stay on this bus any longer! Clown: Freeeeeak. Zim: What is wrong with these people!?! This place is just begging to be destroyed! GIR: Woo! I like destroying! Zim: GIR! I have a plan! Zim: Ocular implants are standard Invader issue. From the top of that building my incredible eyes (echo) should be able to spot our neighborhood. Come on! GIR: 'Kay. Ice cream man: Ice cream, ugh, somebody buy it. OH! Ice cream, I got ice cream here. Bank teller: OOOOOH!!! It's him! Officer Pambrey: Hey, that's the guy! And he's back for mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore! (brief pause) Get 'im! Zim: Okay, now, where do we go from here? Zim: There! That looks about right. Now, GIR, use your jets to fly us home. GIR: Yessir! Zim: What happened!?! How did you run out of fuel that quickly!?! GIR: I emptied it out. Zim: Emptied it? Why!?! GIR: To make room for the TOO-NAA!! Zim: Okay. Hey! Ron: Where to? Zim: You think I won't be ready, but you're wrong, presumptuous cab beast! I have prepared myself for this moment, and it is paid off in full! You see, the Invaders learn from their mistakes, however rare they may be! Now, human, take me to... that way! Zim: And quickly! In case you haven't noticed, I've been trying to go home!
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