Ha roo; Zim here. There's something out there. Or someONE.
Mom couldn't see a single thing and for some reason wanted us to all go back in the house. Something about me giving her the "heebie jeebies". How can I give her something I don't have in the first place?
I kept watch from the breakfast room window afterwards. Mom's still feeling a little funny about it. Ha roo roo roo!
PS: This post is dedicated to Tubey's bee-rooroo-tiful sister, Roo Roo. Apparently, we have much in common!