This is a very old fic of mine that a lot of people have enjoyed. I thought I'd spread the love on ff.net. If you want to see other Jhoneny stuff of mine, please saunter on over to Over The Stars, where more than a few other authors post things.

This fic is officially dedicated to Miss Mari of Texas, a very nice, funny, and sweet girl who helped me get this thing started here on ff.net. *pets Ash* Hey kitty!

Apparently this plot has been done a million times. I do hope you'll enjoy my version, though. If there's enough interest, I'll post Spazz's other adventures here.

I loooove reviews (hey, who doesn't?) and I always respond to personal emails.

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Prologue:
Blackness fades in to a darkened room. Several official-looking Irkins stand around a hospital bed, concealing the occupant. They rub their hands together in the traditional evil scheming manner, accompanying the movement with mad laughter of varying intensity. The occupant of the bed giggles along, the pitch starting softly, then drowning the others out, until they look at each other in alarm. The scene goes black.

"You lost! Now, contact Zim."
Red cringed at the mention of the short Irkin's name. "It wasn't fair..." he whined.
"We drew straws, and your crayon broke first," said Purple, crossing his arms over his chest. "Contact Zim!"
Red pouted, moaned, and opened a direct channel to Earth.

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Short, yes, but filled with mystery, no? Hee hee.