Zim and Gir walked through the aisles.
“Gir, where is the freezer aisle? The taquitos should be there.” Zim asked.
Gir gave Zim a blank look. “I dunno. Maybe we should look at the signs over the aisles.”
Zim looked up, wondering if what Gir had said was true. “Oh. Aisle 3. Freezer aisle. Frozen Krazy Taco Oven Bake Taquitos. Hmmm. Well, lets go.”
Dib gasped. Quite loudly, and, unfortunatly, Zim over heard.
“You!” Zim snarled.
“I won't let you get away with it! What ever it is...” Dib called back.
Zim yelled, “I already told you, I don't have any stinking plans! Not that...
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