A/N Okay, I know what you guys are thinking. I'm supposed to be working on "The Play" right now, right? Forgive me, for I deserve to be slapped, rolled in bread crumbs, and baked at 350.

I've always wondered what would happen to the IZ characters if they were all stuck in another time. What if they were tossed back into the medieval times? This idea came to me when I imagined Zim on a horse….. I promise, that will be included. XD

GIR! Disclaimer, please.

GIR: "DoomTaco does not own me, my master, or Dib's greasy head. She only owns her OCs."

Good Gir. Here's a taco.

GIR: "YAY! TACO! Imma name you Steve!" (noms on Steve)

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

2012:

"AUGH!" Dib yelped as he was thrown off a platform. He prepared himself for a nasty fall down 50 feet, but felt a sense of relief and surprise when the hem of his jacket caught onto a piece of Zim's equipment. He seriously thought he might not have survived that one…. He let out a shaky breath. Dib turned to examine the phenomenon that saved his life (and possible damage to his favorite jacket) but instead met Zim face-to-face. He was standing on one of those weird floaty things his base was equipped with, with a look of pure rage on his face. Dib rolled his eyes as his nemesis began one of his yelling fits.

"I've had enough of you, Dib-human, trespassing in the base of ZIM! and attempting to foil my AMAZING! plans for this HORRIBLE planet's destruction. Now that I've got you where I want you, Zim is prepared to kill you, Dib-stink, once and for all." He threw his head back in maniacal laughter.

Dib wanted to retort something cliché back, as the hero always would in the hands of the bad guy about to kill him off, but the response caught in his throat. He was fifty feet from his doom, hanging by a couple threads, with a bloodthirsty alien prepared to kill him. Things weren't looking good for him.

Zim produced what looked like a ray-gun. What? Zim had never resorted to using a ray-gun.

"Like my new ray-gun, Dib? It's plutonium-powered. That's why -" He was cut off mid-sentence by a loud CRASH that rang through the base.

"WHEEEEHOOOOO!" Gir shrieked as he drove a DeLorean DMC-12 into the depths of Zim's base. He landed on a platform below Zim and Dib. The door opened vertically. The gage on the dashboard read "September 22, 1167".

"GIR! What is this?" Zim seethed in rage.

"I think I've seen this in a movie somewhere…" Dib mused. The DeLorean, the flux capacitor. "It's a time machine."

Zim gave him a look like he was just as crazy as the other humans said he was. "A time machine." He said in disbelief. Dib unhooked himself from the object he was suspended on and dropped to the platform the DeLorean was parked on.

"I know how it sounds, Zim, but look! Have you ever seen a car like this before? Any movies, Zim?"

Zim was unfamiliar with much of the human's pitiful means of entertainment. But, the idea of Dib leaving in a time machine made his antennae perk up. With a swift kick to the stomach, he launched Dib into the car. He ran towards the car to slam the door shut before Dib could escape, but overshot and landed in the car himself. The door swung shut, leaving Dib, Zim, and Gir trapped inside the DeLorean. Gir squealed and put on the gas. He screeched as the speedometer inched towards 88 mph. Zim and Dib found themselves clinging to each other out of fear.

86, 87, 88.

There was a flash and suddenly they were gone, leaving flaming tire treads behind them.