Invader Zim: Daily Swap

Chapter Eight: What Did You Do?

[POV: 3rd]

After what seemed like hours, Zim made a look that told S.I.R. unit Red and Tallest Gir that he finally understood.

"Oh, I see now, " Zim said quickly. "NOW, Zim must fix this problem, because it will not do, oh, this can not do for you, my tallest," Zim said, slightly bowing towards Red.

Red stomped his tiny robot foot in anger. "Now, go fix this mess, NOW!"

Tallest Gir sat in the background, giggling to himself. He liked how Red looked as a tiny, angry robot. "I love this show!" Gir said, looking through the transmission screen and at Red and Zim.

"Its not a show, Gir!" Zim yelled. He then spun around, and walked towards the part of the room that contained the tool he created, which was on the ground.

He knelt down and picked it up, then examined it. "What now?" Red asked Zim, watching Zim as he tried to remember what Gir had done to create the mess. "Gir, what did you do when you were still in your stupid little body?" Red crossed his arms, staring at the transmission screen.

"I don't know." Gir said, grinning.

Then Zim jumped up in excitement. "I GOT IT!"

"Great, what was it?" Red asked, feeling happy that he would be going back to his tall self.

Then Zim slouched down. "I...don't got it."

Then, Red face palmed in frustration, groaning. He looked up at Zim with a look of annoyance. "Didn't you tell him to not mess with the cords when he had his own body?" Red asked, now crossing his arms.

"Yes, my tallest, yes I did." Zim looked at Red in confusion. Then, he asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Maybe that's what caused it." Red replied. Red felt so sure of himself when he said it.

But Zim thought otherwise. "No, that couldn't be it, it's not logical!" Zim yelled out.  Then, he put a finger to his chin while thinking. Soon enough, his eyes lit up and he pointed his finger in the air. "I GOT IT!"

Author's Note: haha, cliffhanger, deal with it.

I'm sorry if I'm not updating daily like I said I would, I just have stuff going on outside of Wattpad and such, and it's draining me mentally. I think I also have a case of writers block.

Help.