GIR sat alone in his filthy room, his head in his hands. Dib had finally succeeded in taking Zim away, and GIR had to hide behind a tree outside to escape the bombing. He had watched as his master was dragged away, kicking and screaming, too scared to move. He had returned to his room, hoping that it wasn't true. It was too much for the little Unit to take.

"What do I do, Mr Balloon?" He asked his new friend, a purple balloon with a drawn face. He stared at it for a few seconds then beamed.

"Mr Balloon, you're a genius!" He cried, rushing to fetch a bucket. Hurriedly he placed it over the mangled oven and turned on the burners.

"I'll cook up a solution with the knowledge I've accrued," he sang, beginning to add various ingredients to the bucket, like paste and muffins.

"They say a kitch-en time saves nine, but I'm just saving you!" He thought of his master as he stored the ingredients.

"I've gathered the ingredients to make some time sorbet,

There's hardly room for seconds when the seconds melt away!" He smiled at Mr Balloon and dug around in his own head.

"Watch as I work my Unit magic

Ear of a moose and potatoes," he sang cheerfully, plopping the said items into the makeshift pot.

"Watch as the matter turns to batter

open the portal, jump in!" He beamed as it began to bubble.

"Blue glue, do you fear it small balloon?" He asked Mr Balloon, adding the glue to the sticky solution.

"Sometimes life is not a ostrich, walking on a silver moon," he sang wisely, tasting the stew and smiling.

"Toss a pig and,

save the bacon," he said, tossing his rubber piggy into the mix.

"Cake and peanuts, be a genius," he boasted to himself, adding a giant pink cake.

"Decoration, imagination," he added streamers and glitter.

"Chocolate icing, timeline splicing,

Meat is rising, rectifying," he giggled as the blobby mess began boiling.

"GIR if you are hearing this it means I'm dead and gone," a screen came out of the floor, showing Zim's worried face.

"Please don't bake a portal; just accept it and move on!"

"My bucket is preheated and I've got you in my thrall,

They say I'm dim, but I'll bring back Zim by baking the fourth wall!" GIR sang once again ignoring his master.

"Watch as I work my Unit magic,

Cupcake icing and funny bone!" GIR sang cheerfully, storing the now glowing mix.

"Irk help the outcast with his witchcraft," he called pleadingly to the heavens.

"Someday you're gonna come home,

Someday, you're gonna come... home." He sang, a single tear falling from his eye as he stared at a photo of himself and his master. The strange stew began swirling, becoming bigger and bigger.

"I'M COMING MASTER!" He cried, leaping through.

Mr Balloon swayed in the air as the portal disappeared. Then he popped.