Invaderbecky:I'm a big fan of The Simpsons and Invader Zim hope you enjoy.
Clad:This fic has been recentely revised if you review I give out free Homer and Zim shape cookies.
Disclaimer:I don't own "Invader Zim," Jhonen Vasquez does. I don't own "The Simpson's," Matt Groaning does.
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Chapter 1 Zim Meets the Simpson's
At the Springfield library located in the state of well it's better not to say where this place is. It's not the kind of place you really want to vist anyway. Such horrible things happen here. Really, really, horrible, terrible, stupid, brain melting, well you get the idea.
In this run down library a young adolescent yellow skin boy, who had hair that was far to pointy, and eyes which were way too buggy, was siting in a dark corner of the library's reverence section. Now this fellow might look like a sweet, normal little boy as a mouse could look like an innocent adorable rodent. Then again he is kind of a rat in his own way, but don't tell him that. People also call this boy a demon. No, he doesn't have red horns or works for the Devil, then again he might be working for him you never know...hmm.
Now, there is no reason to why he's laughing like a madman right now. After all this boy, Bartholomew J. Simpson is just reading a harmless book. Or is he? "Hahaha, so's that the secret to have perfect(Censored)" It's so gross that I dare not say what this awful young lad is reading. You readers say you know what it is? Fine kill your innocent, bwahahaa.
"Oh man, this is too cool," Bart. stuffed this big book into his backpack, stood up, and was about to head on home. As he walked through the library, foot steps were behind him, and a heavy whisper floated into his ears.
"Bart, bart, you are doomed, doomed. Your skin will melt, your eyeballs will pop, and you will be nothing but dust. Ahahahaha," laughed an eerie voice.
Bart eyes widened in slight fear then quickly narrowed, he wasn't afraid, no not him. He was too cool for fear. He was so cold that he might even get frostbite, "Who are you?" he asked the stranger.
"I am what I am and that's all that I am," said the monotone low voice.
Bart was getting pissed off and felt like beating the snot out of this stranger. He clenched his fists in anger and snarled, "If you don't tell me who the hell, you are, you're dead meat!"
The voice sighed and chuckled light heartily. "Is that so? Fine, I'm Lisa Simpson!" The spunky yellow skin girl came out and laughed at her older brother. Lisa was smart and witty, also annoying and kind of naggy. Her hair was weird with triangular points and she wore a red dress with pearls, probably fake.
Bart was about to jump on top of his little sister and destroy her, so he did. He pinned the little girl to the ground, "Why the hell are you here, Lisa?!" he growled, angrily.
Lisa wasn't about to fight back at least not yet, "I followed you here."
"Why!?" Bart twitched.
"I saw you in the reverence section earlier and knew you were up to something so I..."
"HA HA!!"
The siblings stared at each other in question and Bart quickly got off of Lisa. They were very curious to see the laughing man, they tiptoed towards the area his voice was coming from, until it got louder, and to their shock the owner of this wonderful voice was...An odd looking tall dude with a red palm tree hairstyle and a prison outfit. "Yes! Finally, I have finish it! This is by far the best book ever," Sideshow Bob stated, happily.
Bart stared at his enemy in shock wishing he could somehow make himself invisbile to his attempted murdeor. "You?! What are you doing here?" he asked, a little shaky.
"I just finish this book 'War Of The Worlds," Bob answered, smiling. He didn't seem to be in the mood to hate Bart at the moment.
"Sounds lame," Bart yawned, his fear starting to wean off.
Bob looked offended by that rude remark,"Lame? This book is about aliens trying to take over the world in robot machines two hundred Feet tall," he said excitedly.
That gave Bart an idea and not a very good one either. He went to the books of spells section and surprise, surprise, stole another book.
Lisa stared at the felon who was reading the alien book and raised an eyebrow, "Someone of you stature is reading such a low rate book about nonsense? You're not going to kill me now are you?" Is that an odd question to ask, maybe, but a girl needs to know.
Bob peered down at her, staring a stare that says you're nothing but a piece of dirt to me, so scram. "No, maybe later."
Bart skipped over singing a little diddly, mainly repeating the word fart in a non harmonious tone. Lisa grabbed his arm, "Come on were going to be late for dinner and you still have hw to do."
Bart rolled his eyes, "I hired Milhouse to do my hw. But for once your right, we should get home or dad eats our dinner again."
They ran off towards the house, bumping into others along the way, then crossed across a busy street, making a bunch of cars crash into each other and explode. "Sorry!" Lisa yelled.
"Suckers!" Bart yelled, laughing. Eventually the two children made it home and even had time to spare, so they went to their tree house for some down time. Bart took out the book and stared reading, "So after the vag..girl part and..the pen..boy part... Oops," he tossed it aside and took out the dark, green, glowy book.
"Uh, what was that all about?" Lisa frowned, taking the book that Bart had tossed.
"Nothing!" Bart grabbed it and tossed it out the window.
"Ow!" yelled the fat bald man, better known as Homer. Grumbling he tossed it into the next door neighbors yard.
Bart began skimming over chapters in the spell book until. "Yes! Perfect! Now lets see Kloo poo mej kloopoomej!!" he shouted and nothing happened. He repeated it again feeling as confused as he does during school. Over and over he repeated the incantations but still all he got was a big fat, nothing. Bart was very disappointed and he groaned in aggravation.
Lisa had her face in a book called the Fun of Math and faced her brother, "What's the problem now, Bart?"
The young boy squeezed his eyes in irritation,"Grr. The stupid spell wont work," Bart complained, crossing his arms.
Lisa rubbed her chin in thought," "Let me try," the young brainy tookthe book and started to chant,"K-loopoo-me-j-k-loopoo-me-j.
Far away in a even worst town that made children cry was a little green man who was in an underground lab. He was happily working on his latest, greatest, most genius plan ever. Well to him it was genius. "Gir! Come to Zim! Come see Zim's greatest most brilliant plan unfold before your very eyes. I swear this is it, this is my most ingenious plan yet," Zim said proudly. Something was odd about the short, little alien. Not his weird red dress uniform or the fact he looked like a bug. No, it was something else. Not that he could tell after all he was too smart and great to ever notice any flaw, not even one when he's..."Mastah, you're disappearing,"Gir said with a big smile on his cute robot face.
Zim stared blankly thinking his silver, green blue eyed robot was crazy. Which he was but, hey, Zim was disappearing. He suddenly felt a little lighter than usual and looked at himself. His antennas struck up in alarm and he frowned, knowing this could only end badly. "What? What's going on? Oh no!" he yelled in fear as parts of him started vanishing. First the legs went then the middle finally the floating head. "Gir, help your master! Go get the Tallest! Somebody! Anybody!" he ordered and disappeared completely.
"Oh no mastah. I'm going to go watch tv," the useless bot fled the area to go kill his brain cells not that robots have brain cells.
In Springfield at the Simpson's tree house Bart was tearing out pages from the spell book to get out his anger. Then he tossed it out he doorway. "I was cheated! I stole this book for nothing. Nothing," Bart grumbled.
"Serves you right for believing in magic I mean it"s still October second," Lisa said.
"I thought it was Halloween," Bart whined.
Lisa noticed a pair of black legs appear right in front of her, "Bart what's that?"she asked through a hush whisper.
"A pair of legs, duh," Bart rolled his eyes then grinned, "Cool, look the middle," he pointed, eyes widening.
"The head! Bart...It's..it's..an..." Lisa stammered.
"Alien! Cool! Hi I'm Bart," Bart happily greeted.
Zim looked around the tree-house most confused. "What is this place of...wood? It's so small and Zim does not like it!No! Zim hate's it so much." His big red eyes locked onto the yellow children, "Who are you!?"
Bart blinked about to respond. "I already told you I'm.."
"Who are you!?" Zim interuppted.
"Dude, my name is.." Bart started.
"Who are you!?" Zim asked, again, not even giving him a minute to finish one sentence.
"Well you just shut up my name is.." Bart started to say.
"Who Are You?!" Zim once more interrupted.
Lisa sighed watching her brother get interrupted for ten minutes, getting very bored of it too. "Look, mister, maybe you should just tell us who you are."
"I AM Zim! Mighty Irken Invader. I will rule all humans!" he declared, raising his fist in the air. His eyes scanned the area for any signs of humans still not seeing any,"Wait a minute what have you done with the humans?" he asked, scratching his forehead in confusion.
"Uh, hello, we are humans," Bart said rolling his eyes at the aliens idiocy. "Oh, and you are my slave," he added, grinning.
"What? He's mine! I said the spell and by slave you mean a servant that will get paid," Lisa said.
"If it weren't for me he wouldn't be here,"Bart argued.
"Zim, is no earth pigs slave monkey..These so call humans are very strange especially the skin color." Zim sighed, taking out a can of Irk soda and drinking it while he watched the bickering siblings.
"Alright, alright. We share him fifty fifty. Three days for me four days for you," Lisa said.
"Hm, deal," Bart agreed and the children spit on their hands and shook on it.
Zim grimaced at the sight, edgeing away so not to get any germs on him. Even though he was probably loaded but we wont tell him that.
"Ok, Ralph go get me some lemonade," Bart ordered.
Zim blinked. "Eh? Never! I am Zim and I'm your master!"
"Hey! I say he's my slave for the first three days," Lisa complained.
"No way he's mine," stated Bart.
"Kids, time for dinner! Hurry up! Were having pork chops," Homer shouted.
"Oh no! Bart what are we going to do?"asked Lisa, looking slightly worried.
"Eat duh. Oh you mean him. So do you eat human food?" Bart asked.
Zim, who just put on his disguise looked at the two children."I need to get home these are the weirdest humans I've ever seen." thought Zim."Eh of course. I love human filthy disgusting food I' am normal!" Yeah he's normal. As normal a person walking on their head to a bus station.
Bart and Lisa stared at Zim. "Right, so lets go inside," Bart said climbing down the tree house.
"Marge, I'm hungry," Homer complained, his stomach growled.
"Hi, Homer. Is it ok if Ralph stays here forever?" Bart asked still oblivious to the green guys real name.
"Ralph eh he looks more like a Henry to me," Homer said studying Zim.
"I think his name was Zip or Zam," Lisa said with a shrug.
"Kids, dinner! Who's your friend?" Marge asked.
"I' AM ZIM! LORD OF ALL HUMANS," Zim stated proudly.
"Good for you Henry," Homer said.
"Who? I'am Zim! Not Henry," Zim said confused and annoyed.
"Well Zim, would you like to have dinner with us?" Marge asked.
"Her hair is so big and tall oh she asked me a question better answer.""I'am Zim! And yes I love your stink food," Zim grimaced, forcing a smile.
They went to the kitchen and chowed down, especially Homer who seemed to be eating like a vacuum cleaner. Zim was looking at the pork debating if the food was dangerous or not. "You going to eat that?" Homer asked. Then not waiting for an answer he grabbed the meat and stuffed it down.
Zim ate the mashed potatoes and got a purple rash everywhere."Wow cool man," Bart stared in wonderment as he ate the potatoes.
"Look at them how can they eat this way?"Zim thought in disgust.
"Hey, Krusty the Clown is on," Bart stated happily and all three of them ran to the TV.
"Hey, hey, kids it's time for Itchy and Scratchy," Krusty stated.
The mouse tied Scratchy to a rocket and blasted him into space were he exploded. Kaboom! "HAHAHAH."the kids laughed.
"Hey, Ralph, change the channel," Bart ordered.
"Ralph? I'am Zim! Do it yourself pigsmelly," Zim glared.
"Hey! I don't smell like a pig," Bart defended
"Yum, Pig, drool," Homer said hungrily.
"Why do you get the alien first?" Lisa asked, annoyed.
"Because it was my idea and I deserve a slave. Ralph, do my homework," Bart ordered.
Zim left eye twitched, "What?! NO! I! Hm," Zim started thinking. "Maybe I should stay here There's no threat and these people are too oblivious to even care""Pig smelly I' AM Zim not Ralph," he said tired of being called names that weren't his own.
"Yeah, his name is Henry," Homer said.
Zim finally lost it. "NO! I'AM ZIM! ZIM! Not Henry or Ralph. ZIM! And I WILL NEVER DO ANY WORK FOR ANY OF YOU STINK PEOPLE!!!!!!" he screamed very annoyed.
"Ok you don't have to shout Ra er Zim," Bart complained, his ears ringing.
"I need my robot, my slave-girl and Minimoose, and Skoodge, maybe not Skoodge," Zim said, pondering about whether he needed Skoodge or not.
"Who?" Lisa asked.
"My minions and a guy in my basement that just suddenly moved in when I didn't notice," Zim answered. "You two must go and get them," he said pointing.
"Us how?" Bart asked.
"Eh, don't no. Now be off with you! I'AM Zim!" he shouted.
With that said the Simpson children left the house.
"Hey, Henry give me the remote please," Homer said.
"Shut your noise hole human," said Zim as he threw the remote at Homer.
Meanwhile Bart and Lisa were outside and Bart was most unhappy. "Lisa, where are we going?" Bart asked tired of walking.
"To Professor Frink," Lisa answered.
"Oh. Why? And how dare my slave disobey me," Bart said upset.
"If you read the book it said will bring alien for a slave. It said nothing that he would be one," said Lisa.
Bart just humphed and they walked to the Professors house.
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