Alright, Zim won't shut up and be happy until I write something where he triumphs.

Zim:"Write it already!"

Shut up Zim.

Zim:"No!"

Dib:"If you don't shut up she probably won't write it."

Zim:*grumbles*

On with the story. Oh, I will be in this. I won't use my real name. Well, I might, you don't know. Zim will probably be at least a little OOC.

Zim looked around his base. How was he going to try and destroy the humans this time? Suddenly, Gir rushed in. "I wanna make waffles!" Zim turned to Gir sharply. "Gir! What are you doing here!? You're supposed to be watching for intruders! The gnome system is down and until the computer fixes it you're the guard!" Gir stuck out his tongue in that cute little way his dob suit always does. "But it's boring. I want tacos!" Zim face palmed "I need a better robot…" Zim sighed. "Fine, you can get tacos, I will guard the yard." He walks over to one of the elevators with Gir at his heels. "Computer! Take me to the foyer!" ((A.N. I think that's what he calls it…)) When they reach the top they both put on their disguises and went outside. Gir walked in the direction of the taco place and Zim stood in the yard. He sat down with his back against the tree, waiting for his malfunctioning robot to return. He watched people walk by. Suddenly he saw Trinity. ((A.N. That's me!)) She came over, wondering what Zim was doing. She stretched and asked just that. "Watcha doin?" Zim sighed. "My sorry excuse of a robot is supposed to be guarding but he just had to have some tacos." Trinity looked confused. "But what about the gnomes?" Zim sighed again. "The gnome system went down." Trinity nods. "Well, why don't you have the computer, or Mini Moose guard?" Zim pondered this. "I guess Mini Moose is ready for more responsibility." Then he got up. "I'll go find him." He walked indoors. Leaving Trinity alone in the yard.

Alright, I like it. It's short, but it's a good opening.

Zim:"So, this isn't a one shot?"

No, you can't explain how, what, or why something happened and what actually happened in one or two chapters. Already have the perfect title! Just need to decide if Dib should die by the end of this…

Dib:"Hey!"

Don't worry, you'll get a story. If I feel like it.