So this is what would happen if Jhonen asked for script submissions for Invader ZIM by the IZ cast. Its another spinoff from my main Before You Know It story.
This is...
IZ Cast Writes Their Own FanFiction
First submission:
Invader ZIM (Zeiden Macale Junior)
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-In loving memory of Dale the sea urchin. You will be missed-
One filthy earth day, a stupid, smelly human named Dib skipped gaily (gay-ly get it? Lolz) to Skool. When he got there he acknowledge his lack of friends and began crying like a tard. Then suddenly a wild, stallion appears. But wait! That was no stallion! Why. That was Invader ZIM! The most handsomest, strongest, smartest, wisest, beautifulest, charmingest, loveliest, funniest, gorgeousest, greatest, awesomest, bootyliciousest, talentedest, coolest Irken ever! Dib crumpled to his knees in shock, lowering his head knowingly that he was too unworthy to even look at such a being, let alone breath all it's air! ZIM noticed this humility on the stupid, ugly humans part and appreciated it. But didn't think any more of it than just something all Dib peasants should do. However, today was different. ZIM decided to humor the Dib human. The beautiful creature opened it's mouth full of flawless, white teeth, and a soft, moist tongue and herpes- I-I mean, saliva! Did I say herpes? Must've been a typo. With his crystalline-colored SALIVA filled mouth he spoke these words.
"Dib human of the white race and male gender. Why do you hide your face from me?" Dib rose his head, his eyes welded shut, he let out a tremendous squeal of a thousand parakeets. All his organs exploded at the sound of the beautiful Irken's voice. It was like nature's sweet, summer night symphony, like an orchestra of wind chimes on a breezy day in a zen garden, like the sound of jake breaks on a large semi truck going down a winding mountain road. It was that beautiful.
"Oh sovereign master of the Irken Empire! I am not worthy to be your disciple! But I do request one thing, sire!" ZIM nodded his head regally, egging Dib to proceed with his desires. "I request that you spare these unworthy, ugly humans on earth. This is our home and if we all die, then how are we to admire your ultimate beauty? All I ask, my lord, spare the humans! Spare earth! Spare us all!" ZIM thought a moment in semi deep, mostly shallow consideration. After a minute of mental turmoil ZIM has reached his decision.
"Dillon Baker- I mean! Dib Membrane, soul protector of earth and it's inhabitants, you dedicated yourself to saving the earth even when your own race turned against you. You remain loyal to your home and I must say, you've got some serious balls requesting such a large desire but it won't go unappreciated for I respect a man who dares have the audacity to ask such a thing . . . However the answer is no."
Then the Irken armada showed up and blew the fucking shit out of earth. The end.
Roll credits,
Written by: Zeiden Macale
Directed by: Zeiden Macale:
Leads: Zeiden Macale, Zeiden Macale, and Zeiden Macale
Lighting: Thomas Edison
Storyboard: Zeiden Macale
Ugly people: Dillon Baker
Pretty people: Zeiden Macale
People who like orange: 17
People who like red: 33
People who like Red Macale: 0
People who helped: Zeiden Macale
Labor: Zeiden Macale
In labor: Zeiden Macale
Smeet's name: Zeiden Macale part 2
Who's the daddy?: Zeiden Macale
Who's the mommy?: Zeiden Macale
Who's on drugs?: all of them...
Editing: Zeiden Macale
Editor: Zeiden Macale
Auditing: Zeiden Macale
Auditor: Zeiden Macale
Poop specialist: Dillon Baker
Poop baker: Dillon Baker
ZIM spanker: baloney sandwich
Proper baloney spelling: bologna
Kinky specialist: Red Macale the porn star
Snow maker: Peder Kinley the Canadian
Artist: Zeiden Macale
Sound: Zeiden Macale
Music: Zeiden Macale
Doo wop: Doo wop wop boom!
Knock knock: who's there?
Not: Zeiden Macale
Then who is it?: Purple's lovely buttocks
Funny guy: Zeodne Macal
Good speller: not Zeiden Macale
Choreographer: Zeiden Macale
Doctor: Zeiden Macale
Organ donor: Purple is heartless
Backup dancers: Zeiden Macale
Breakup dancers: Zeiden Macale
Break dance dancers: Zeiden Macale
Flower arranger: Zeiden Macale
Kite flyer: Benjamin Franklin
Animal tamer: Zeiden Macale
Entertainer: Zeiden Macale
Special thanks to my older brothers, Red and Purple for being the amazing back up porn stars. Special thanks to Dillon for being a good sport and ugly. But not really. Special thanks to my niece, Sapphira, for surpassing me in cuteness. I'm going to eat you, Sapphira. I'm going to eat your face off... Special thanks to Pizza Hut for quenching my hunger. Special thanks to that creepy hobo that made me late this morning by mugging me in the subway. Special thanks to Peter Pan for the ride here from the subway.
This story is dedicated to the many deceased sea urchins I found on the coast of my Kununurra, Australian home.
Rest in peace, my pretties - Sylvester Stallone (1749)
Leik dis if u cried evrytiem :'(
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Jhonen put the paper down and shook his head. ZIM beamed at him. "Well?" The Irken asked, hopefully.
"No." ZIM scoffed.
"There was nothing wrong with that script, Jhonen!"
"There was everything wrong with it."
"I don't appreciate you calling me ugly." Dib piped up. He sat on the opposite end of the conference table with a pouty face.
"Dib, you beautiful. Seriously." ZIM reached across the table and rested a caring hand over Dib's. ZIM then whispered sincerely once more. "You beautiful."
"It's bad, ZIM. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry. It's almost as terrible as the scripts I write." Jhonen said.
"I think you're being a bit too quick to judge in all honesty." ZIM ripped the paper back from Jhonen. "If you need me, I'll be at the New York Times editor getting this shit published!"