FOREWORD
It is a huge shame Invader Zim got cancelled. Not only was it a brilliant show, but when cancelled, a ton of unfinished episodes were left in its wake. All that existed of most of these episodes were the premises, and did they sound cool. I really wish they were completed.
This leads me to the subject of this IZ FanFic: it is a fan writing of one of the most promising cancelled Invader Zim episodes, called Top of the Line. I really wanted to show how I would take on writing this episode, so here it is. Hope you enjoy!
INVADER ZIM: TOP OF THE LINE
It was quite a peculiar day for the leaders of the Irken armada. The fleet of space cruisers, normally busy blasting an opposing wave of enemy ships, was now floating contently through the galaxy. To many, this would have been a blessing, but for the commanders of the armada, the Almighty Tallest, it was nothing but a curse.
"I'm boooooored," the Almighty Tallest Purple moaned, sprawled on the couch that was placed in the command deck of the armada flagship, called the Massive.
The Almighty Tallest Red, also a commander, turned around, annoyed at his comrade's whining. "Well, you're not doing anyone any good complaining about it. Why don't we take the fleet to a nearby planet and obliterate it?"
"Eh…" Purple said, not impressed with the idea.
"We could wipe out an alien species?" Red questioned.
"We did that last week. We need some fresh source of entertainment."
"Then why don't you come up with an idea. I'm tired of thinking of everything only for you to dismiss anything I come up with."
"You know what I'd love to do?!" Purple sat up, excited. "Imagine how cool it would be if we got some Irken Invaders to compete against each other and end up fighting each to the death at the final round! That would be great fun to watch!"
"Yes, sports involving violence and death are always fun," Red mused. "But we need every Invader we can get helping with Operation Impending Doom 2. It's kind of hard to do that if they're all dead."
Purple lay back down, disappointed. He suddenly came up with another idea and stood up in excitement.
"Maybe the Invaders can't fight, but their SIR units can!" he said. SIR units were robots given to Invaders to aid their conquest. "Since they're robots, who cares if they get hurt, we can patch them up afterwards!"
"You're a genius, Tallest Purple!" Red exclaimed, joining in with his ecstasy. "I'll send a message to all the Invaders who can compete, provided they're not too busy and all, and the games will begin! We'll have a prize and everything!" The two commanders began babbling ideas for their new plan.
One of the Irken messengers approached the Tallest, who were still deep in conversation.
"Sirs… if it's not too much trouble, the leader of the nearby planet Knoxx wants to alliance with us…"
"Tell him to get lost!" Red yelled at him. "We have other plans!"
MEANWHILE… ON PLANET EARTH…
Invader Zim was finding this repair quite difficult.
Deep underneath his brilliantly disguised human-looking house, Zim's ominous underground base was functioning quite adequately. Now, if only his stupid Voot Cruiser would work.
"Why do you refuse to be fixed?" Zim muttered under his breath. "I have had to repair you at least six times during this Earth month. How am I supposed to rule this planet if my equipment is faulty?"
"MESSAGE RECEIVED" Zim's nearby computer spoke in a deep booming voice.
"A message? For me?" Zim stopped working on the Voot Cruiser and walked to the large computer, staring intently with his big red eyes. "Computer, show me this message onscreen."
The message appeared in the form of a banner. On it was lots of bold writing and pictures of SIR robots fighting.
"A message from the Tallest!" Zim exclaimed. "It says, 'if your invading is a little… uneventful right now, then you simply MUST come to planet Mechanae to join the SIR Superiority Games! Bring your SIR robot and compete in a series of challenges to prove yours is top of the line. Win and you get a SUPER HYPER MEGA BAZOOKA LASER BLASTER!'"
attached to the message was a file of a blueprint. Zim touched it on the screen, and it expanded to its full size.
"A Super Mega Hyper Bazooka Laser Blaster!" Zim exclaimed, enthralled with the schematic of the weapon. "Although the name is a bit of a mouthful, it certainly is amazing." He stared at the weapon blueprint dreamily. "Imagine all the human scum I could pick off with that! It is settled! I shall compete in the SIR SUPERIORITY GAMES!"
"Yippee…" the computer said sarcastically.
"I must find GIR, for HE is the key to my success," Zim said.
GIR was Zim's SIR unit. Compared to other SIRs, GIR was a little… odd. Zim never fully understood how this could be the case. But the little robot was stupid from the day they met. He could be a help sometimes, but only sometimes.
Zim looked over at the heap of scrap metal that was the Voot Cruiser. "I'll fix the cruiser, then take GIR. I think the first task will be a lot easier…"
GIR was watching TV in the house. Zim came up the elevator, disguised inside in the house's garbage can, and marched over to him.
"Uh… GIR?" Zim asked. "What are you watching?" GIR was staring at a static screen on the television.
"Shhh! This is my favourite part!" GIR said happily.
Zim looked at him, and GIR looked back.
"Noooooo!" I don't wanna go!" Zim was dragging GIR to the Voot Cruiser, now repaired enough for space travel.
"Now, now, GIR" Zim said, trying to be patient, but gritting his teeth as GIR kicked and screamed. "You are my robot, and as my robot, you are expected to obey me without question."
"But I'm huuuuuungry! And my show is on!" GIR complained.
"GIR! You are about to prove your worth, to become the greatest SIR unit ever, to go down in history as a champion. Surely that is worth suffering a small amount of hunger or missing a human TV show."
GIR stopped, and looked up at Zim. "Can we get tacos?"
The Voot Cruiser blasted out of the top of Zim's house, and floated down to the road, disguised rather inconvincibly as a car, covered in cardboard. After they stopped by Krazy Taco for GIR, the Voot Cruiser took off into the sky. Once in space, the cardboard around the Voot Cruiser fell off. It headed towards planet Mechanae. "Good thing the planet is close…" Zim murmured from inside the cockpit. He looked over at Gir, contently chewing on a taco. "Now GIR, once we reach the planet, you will have to try your hardest to overcome these challenges. Make the others look like weaklings!"
"Does the planet have burritos on it?" GIR asked.
"I don't know… Hey, you're in the middle of eating food already! GIR, are you even listening to me? This will be a tough time for you, but as long as you…"
Zim was interrupted by GIR crunching his last taco, making the meat float in the zero gravity. GIR laughed hysterically until he fell over. Zim looked at him, annoyed. This was going to be harder than he thought.