To Rule, or Not to Rule
Written by: Cartman's Girl

Notes: I wasn't sure wether to write in script or novel prose, but Bryan decided for me. So if this story turns out poopie, it's all his fault. Don't blame me, go break down his door with pitchforks and flaming torches. And you all know I don't own any of the Invader Zim things, the Tallest, Tak, Dib, Gaz, Gir, Zim etc. etc. I'm just a fan, I need only love. GIMMIE LOVE!

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Chapter One: Inspiration Is Achieved

The figure leant back in the lavender chair, tapping the slender gloved finger tips together. This was thinking time, meaning Zim didn't want to be interrupted by anyone or anything. This even included Gir, who Zim had sent out into the day and telling him it was Halloween again. It was hard to think, with the distant screaming of Skool children though, but he had to manage as best he could. Of course, Zim's plans always ended in horrible pain or agony most of the time. Through usually it was through the fault of Dib. Ah yes, Dib. The big headed boy who deserved to get a hole in the head. But Zim wasn't about to kill Dib, if he had to kill anyone it would be the entire human race at once to save time. Course, he couldn't go around stabbing people one by one or shooting them with his laser. That would be un-coth and un-Irken like.

He sighed in agitation and clawed at his green skull. Think think think! What's a plan he hadn't used, but if he did it properly it would end up with the human race either under his command or dead? If they were dead, then he might possibly steal Tak's plan and fill the planet full of snacks for the Tallest, since Tallest Purple liked snacks and all. The thought of snacks made Zim feel hungry, so he pulled a Nutrient Bar from his control panel drawer (where he kept his Nutrient Bars, filling yet small) and opened one up and chewed on it noisily as he thought more. What was a weapon he could use? Something that was easy to obtain and gain control of... something...

"EUREKA!" Zim screeched, getting to his feet and holding a gloved fist high above his head. The idea of a life time! It just struck him upside the head like some... head striking thing. He cackled and leapt off his seat, leaving his Nutrient Bar there, and rushing from the room. The idea was brilliant, he had no idea why he hadn't thought of it earlier. With this plan, which he had to write down quickly before he forgot, he would control the planet within a short few hours! Once it came into play that is.

Oh, Earth would not know what hit it. How could they prepare for such an attack? No one else would have thought of it, well he hoped not anyway. He didn't want to get sued by any big companies, course - if his plan worked there wouldn't BE any companies left to sue him with. Gee, this plan was good. Gold mine! The Tallest would be ecstatic when he returns the news of finally having Earth under his command and everyone obeying the iron fist. What could possibly go wrong?

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To be continued! Oh what is Zim up to? Will the neighbourhood children survive Gir's attacks for candy? Does Dib wear briefs or boxers? Many of these questions will be answered!

[And yes, this part is very very short. Why? It's to GRAB YOUR ATTENTION THAT'S WHY!]