A/N: Finally, I wrote another story! Amazing! The beginning's kinda iffy,
but it'll get better. Hopefully. If not, I apologize. Please read and
reply. I like replies. They're yummy. Mmm.
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. Jhonen created it. Jhonen rocks! Sadly, Viacom ::grumble:: owns it.
Another Insane Irken Part One By: Invader Zine
"Eeeeeeeeehoooooooo!!" Crash. "Silence, G.I.R.!" G.I.R. stopped slamming himself into the wall. "Awe. Wassamatter, master?" The red-eyed Irken turned from his work to his robot "assistant." "I still have repairs to do on the computer." Zim shook his head. "I haven't been able to contact the Tallest since your little mishap." "Oh." G.I.R. said slowly. He looked around and gasped. "The Scary Monkey!" G.I.R. ran off, screaming, "Monkeeee!" Zim shook his head, again, muttering, "That horrible robot."
Up in the house.
G.I.R. sat on the couch with pig, and watched the Scary Monkey Show on the television. G.I.R. laughed insanely every time the monkey growled.and every second in between. Pig just sat there. When the show ended, the sound of an engine came from outside. The sound grew louder. G.I.R. jumped up. "Oh, no! The hippopotamus is angry!" The robot ran down to the lab to find his master.
Down in the lab.
His master, Zim, was still working on the computer. Various items such as toy pigs, deflated balloons, and television remotes sat in a pile next to the Irken. He pulled a wad of bubble gum from the computer and, growling, put it in the pile. G.I.R. came running through the lab like a maniac, screaming, "Angry hippopotamus! Angry hippopotamus!" Zim looked over to his robot. His eye twitching, he stood up and questioned, "What ARE you talking about, G.I.R.?" The robot stopped running. He casually walked over to his master. Happily, G.I.R. said, "There's an angry hippopotamus outside!" He smiled and made a little squeaky noise. Zim started to ask, "A what?" but was interrupted by the doorbell. Zim scowled. "Why must I keep being interrupted? Why?" He stomped off to answer the door, grabbing his disguise along the way. G.I.R. looked at the pile of stuff, smiled, and jumped in.
When Zim got to the house, there was no sign of an "angry hippopotamus." He walked to the door and opened it. The short invader goggled at what he saw. An Irken! A female, standing about a head taller than Zim, with red eyes, not too different from those of the Tallest's. She wore a soldier's uniform, with many stripes. Behind her was a S.I.R. unit. Further behind was a voot runner, parked on the lawn. The girl looked down at him. "You're alive! Good job, Zim." She wrote something down on the clipboard she had been holding. Zim shook himself. He hoped this wouldn't be like the last time an Irken came to his base. With that time, his mission of DOOM had been threatened. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Oh, how contemptuous of me!" she exclaimed. "My name is Zine." "What is your business here? This is MY planet to conquer. ZIM's!" Zine looked bored. "I'm here to monitor you. Will you let me in or will you make me suffer this horrid atmosphere?" Zim moved out of the way and resignedly let her in. Her S.I.R. marched in behind. Zine looked around and immediately began taking notes. "What do you mean by 'monitor' me?" Zine spun around and smiled proudly. "The Tallest asked me to." Zim's eyes widened. The Tallest? She went on, "Yep! They said they hadn't heard from you. The Tallest thought you may have been dead, but weren't sure. I came in while they were talking about it and-" "Why'd you come in?" "Uh.never mind that. But they sent me to check up on your progress." She looked down. Under her breath, she said, "They seemed to be eager to get me going." "I wonder why." her robot said. "S.I.R.!" Zine snapped. She looked back to Zim. "And they gave me a S.I.R. unit, since at first I didn't want to come here." Zim laughed in his head. Just a S.I.R.? Pitiful! "Well," he stated. "As you see, I am alive. Tell the Tallest, ZIM is fin and progressing well. I just had a problem with the transmitter," He walked over to the door and opened it. "Zine, you will be leaving now." "Not quite yet, Zim." Zine said sternly.
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Well that's it for now. Not great, but I tried. I think I rushed the story, eh? Yep. I'll get the next part up as soon as I can. Woo! Please reply! Hmm.I need a soda.
~*Invader Zine: The DEAD Lord Of All Humans!*~ "I never met an angel I liked." -Alexander Hergensheimer
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. Jhonen created it. Jhonen rocks! Sadly, Viacom ::grumble:: owns it.
Another Insane Irken Part One By: Invader Zine
"Eeeeeeeeehoooooooo!!" Crash. "Silence, G.I.R.!" G.I.R. stopped slamming himself into the wall. "Awe. Wassamatter, master?" The red-eyed Irken turned from his work to his robot "assistant." "I still have repairs to do on the computer." Zim shook his head. "I haven't been able to contact the Tallest since your little mishap." "Oh." G.I.R. said slowly. He looked around and gasped. "The Scary Monkey!" G.I.R. ran off, screaming, "Monkeeee!" Zim shook his head, again, muttering, "That horrible robot."
Up in the house.
G.I.R. sat on the couch with pig, and watched the Scary Monkey Show on the television. G.I.R. laughed insanely every time the monkey growled.and every second in between. Pig just sat there. When the show ended, the sound of an engine came from outside. The sound grew louder. G.I.R. jumped up. "Oh, no! The hippopotamus is angry!" The robot ran down to the lab to find his master.
Down in the lab.
His master, Zim, was still working on the computer. Various items such as toy pigs, deflated balloons, and television remotes sat in a pile next to the Irken. He pulled a wad of bubble gum from the computer and, growling, put it in the pile. G.I.R. came running through the lab like a maniac, screaming, "Angry hippopotamus! Angry hippopotamus!" Zim looked over to his robot. His eye twitching, he stood up and questioned, "What ARE you talking about, G.I.R.?" The robot stopped running. He casually walked over to his master. Happily, G.I.R. said, "There's an angry hippopotamus outside!" He smiled and made a little squeaky noise. Zim started to ask, "A what?" but was interrupted by the doorbell. Zim scowled. "Why must I keep being interrupted? Why?" He stomped off to answer the door, grabbing his disguise along the way. G.I.R. looked at the pile of stuff, smiled, and jumped in.
When Zim got to the house, there was no sign of an "angry hippopotamus." He walked to the door and opened it. The short invader goggled at what he saw. An Irken! A female, standing about a head taller than Zim, with red eyes, not too different from those of the Tallest's. She wore a soldier's uniform, with many stripes. Behind her was a S.I.R. unit. Further behind was a voot runner, parked on the lawn. The girl looked down at him. "You're alive! Good job, Zim." She wrote something down on the clipboard she had been holding. Zim shook himself. He hoped this wouldn't be like the last time an Irken came to his base. With that time, his mission of DOOM had been threatened. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Oh, how contemptuous of me!" she exclaimed. "My name is Zine." "What is your business here? This is MY planet to conquer. ZIM's!" Zine looked bored. "I'm here to monitor you. Will you let me in or will you make me suffer this horrid atmosphere?" Zim moved out of the way and resignedly let her in. Her S.I.R. marched in behind. Zine looked around and immediately began taking notes. "What do you mean by 'monitor' me?" Zine spun around and smiled proudly. "The Tallest asked me to." Zim's eyes widened. The Tallest? She went on, "Yep! They said they hadn't heard from you. The Tallest thought you may have been dead, but weren't sure. I came in while they were talking about it and-" "Why'd you come in?" "Uh.never mind that. But they sent me to check up on your progress." She looked down. Under her breath, she said, "They seemed to be eager to get me going." "I wonder why." her robot said. "S.I.R.!" Zine snapped. She looked back to Zim. "And they gave me a S.I.R. unit, since at first I didn't want to come here." Zim laughed in his head. Just a S.I.R.? Pitiful! "Well," he stated. "As you see, I am alive. Tell the Tallest, ZIM is fin and progressing well. I just had a problem with the transmitter," He walked over to the door and opened it. "Zine, you will be leaving now." "Not quite yet, Zim." Zine said sternly.
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Well that's it for now. Not great, but I tried. I think I rushed the story, eh? Yep. I'll get the next part up as soon as I can. Woo! Please reply! Hmm.I need a soda.
~*Invader Zine: The DEAD Lord Of All Humans!*~ "I never met an angel I liked." -Alexander Hergensheimer