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The Nightmare Begins
Red & Purple: *watch TV boredly*
Gir: Uh...who's that strange guy...?
Jimmy Neutron: WOW! Real ALIENS! N-
Red & Purple: AGHHHHHHHHAAAAHHH! *bolt outta the room screaming in fear*
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Red: Welcome Mighty Irken So-
*rude noise echoes through the chamber*
Red & Purple: ...
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Red: All the while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet's weakness for our...Big...spaceship...gang...!
Purple: It's called the Armada you defect!
Director: Ugh...
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Purple: *floating down on platform* Thank you! T- OH SHIT! *falls of platform*
Red: *looks over to where Purple landed* Ewww....
Director: whywhywhywhywhywhy...?
*****
Red: You weren't invited at all!
Zim: Oh...I wasn't...? *starts to cry*
Director: Oh for Gawd's sake....
*******
Zim: I wasn't invited?! FUCK YOU!
Director: ZIM-IT'S A KID'S SHOW!
*****
Soldier: Hey Zim's here!
Audience: *cheers*
Director: NO!!!!! DOH!!!!!!
*****
Invader Scootch: Wait-if Zim's even shorter than I am, don't you think HE should be assigned to Blortch of the slaughtering rat people?
Purple: Hmmm...Good point...
Director: Helllpppp meeeeee....
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Director: DAMN YOU! CAN'T YOU JUST FOLLOW THE SCRIPT?!
Red: There was a script...?
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Purple: Whooooo...! *tosses Gir in front of Zim*
Red: But Gir was mine...! *pouts*
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Gir: S.I.R. , ready to serve you lord and master!
Director: NO NO, NO! You're supposed to be stupid!
Purple: He's not stupid-he's adva-a-nced!
Director: *bangs his head on his clipboard*
*******
Gir: S.I.R. , reporting for duty my Lord!
Director: NO-O-O! You're supposed to be screwed up and say 'G.I.R, reporting for duty', and do stupid shit!
Gir: But I must serve my masters!
Director: *sighs* *moans*
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Zim: But, My Tallests-a chance to prove that I can TRULY become an Invader, is all that I ask! Gim-
Purple: Simma DOWN NA!
Zim: Oh no...I thought Jhonen cured you guys!
Red: Simmm-a-a-a-a-a-a d-oooo-wwwwwn, NA! SIMMA DOWN NA!
Purple: Whoooo! Simma DOWN!
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Purple: Oh yeah? Well Yo mammas do fat, when she sat on a rainbow she made skittles!
Red: Well Yo mammas so fat, a parked voot hit her!
Purple: Yo mammas so fat, she needs the Atlantic Ocean for her waterbed!
Red: Yo mammas so fat, I rolled over her twice and still had a long way to go!
Purple: Right-Yo mammas so fat, my height is a mere fraction to her width!
Red: *extremely pissed now* Yo mammas so fat, she jumped up in the air and got STUCK!
Purple: Oh really? Yo mammas half Irken, half Jacker, and half human.
Red: ...???...That's three halves...
Purple: She's a big woman!
Red: !!!!!!!!!!!! YO MAMMAS SO FAT, THEY FOUND OSAMA BIN-WHATEVER UNDER HER FOLDS!
Purple: So? They found the whole damn Taliban under your mother's.
Dib: *watches them, munching on some popcorn* *Director and Zim come and watch too*
Zim: Ooh, who's winning?
Dib: At first it was pretty even, but I think Purple's got the upper hand now...or claw...
Red: Yo mommas so STUPID, she stole some FREE BREAD!
Purple: My mother's not stupid, she's advanced.
Red: CURSE YOUUUU!
Director: Yup, Purple won that round.
Zim: Can't wait to see tomorrow's!
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Zim: But, you can't have an invasion without me-I w-
Purple: Simma down na!
Zim: Oh no...not this AGAIN!
Purple: SIMMA-A-A-A-A-A D-A-A-A-AN NA! SIMMA DAN NA!
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Red: Simma-a-a down na! Whooo!
Dib: Hey weatherman-Will YOU PLEASE just GO with the SCRIPT!
Purple: SIMMA DOWN, SIMMA DAN NA! AHAHAHA!
Cast: Mercy...!
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Invader Floabie: Ye-
Purple & Red: Simma dan na, simma down!
Director: *now crying after take 1, 660, 440 for the 2nd week in a row in frustration* Please! For the sake of SPORKS, PLEASE obey!
Red: ....Uh...SIMMA DOWN!
Purple: YEAH-SIMMMAAAAAAA DAAAAN NA! NA!
Gaz: *stamps onto stage* That's it! *dark aurora surrounds her* Shut up, read the script correctly, and do not do it again to mess up my day... Because its you who're going to need to 'simma down' if I get through with YOU!
Red & Purple: Yes ma'am...! *salute*
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Red & Purple: *it's now the 3rd week and they're still at it*
Director: *to his cast* Good idea... *now to R & P* Okay, we decided to bring Jhonen back in to get you fixed.
Red & Purple: *pause a minute then...* AGGGGGGGHHH!
Purple: *continues to scream-yell*
Red: Whaddu think we are-dogs?!
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Dib: Gaz, they're c-
Purple: *drags Zek*
Zek: GODDAMMIT-I DIDN'T DO IT DAD- I SWEAR!
Purple: Actually the punishment won't be that bad Zek-I'm not going to kill you-just maim.
Zek: 0.o... AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHH-HHHH! I DIDN'T DO IT! IT WAS THAT RED BASTARD, GODMAMMIT!
Dib: You think she did it?
Gaz: Probably...
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Dib: *slides down pole into sink, then....* ...AHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHARRRRREEEE!
Prof. Membrane: Oops, eh, forgot about the steak knifes...
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Dib: Finally, a way to prove that I'm, that I'm, that I'm-
Zim: Totally gay,
Zita: Ok, now THAT makes SENSE,
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Mrs. Bitters: Doom, Doom, Do- *grabs the cockroach off her face and eats it*
Director: Oh GAWD!
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Red: Uh...right-
Purple: Wait a second...*grabs sticky note and reads the back*
Red: I can explain!
Purple: WHAAA-?! Oh you BETTER!
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Purple: Besides...no Invader has been so very small... you're very small Zim...you're a tiny thing...
Zim: AHG! Curse you mother fuckers! I am ZIM!
Director: God, help this lost soul...
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Zim: You can't have an Invasion without me!
Purple: GAHHHH! That's IT! I'M GOING TO BE A NUN-I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!
Red: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Director: *kicks the camera filmer*
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Did'ja like'em? I FILMED 'EM MA-SELF! And I survi-i-i-ved i-i-it! Tell me watcha think! Hey-NEW CHAPTERS TO COME! The next one will be Tallest HQ ones.
Zek, Out!
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The Nightmare Begins
Red & Purple: *watch TV boredly*
Gir: Uh...who's that strange guy...?
Jimmy Neutron: WOW! Real ALIENS! N-
Red & Purple: AGHHHHHHHHAAAAHHH! *bolt outta the room screaming in fear*
*****
Red: Welcome Mighty Irken So-
*rude noise echoes through the chamber*
Red & Purple: ...
*****
Red: All the while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet's weakness for our...Big...spaceship...gang...!
Purple: It's called the Armada you defect!
Director: Ugh...
*****
Purple: *floating down on platform* Thank you! T- OH SHIT! *falls of platform*
Red: *looks over to where Purple landed* Ewww....
Director: whywhywhywhywhywhy...?
*****
Red: You weren't invited at all!
Zim: Oh...I wasn't...? *starts to cry*
Director: Oh for Gawd's sake....
*******
Zim: I wasn't invited?! FUCK YOU!
Director: ZIM-IT'S A KID'S SHOW!
*****
Soldier: Hey Zim's here!
Audience: *cheers*
Director: NO!!!!! DOH!!!!!!
*****
Invader Scootch: Wait-if Zim's even shorter than I am, don't you think HE should be assigned to Blortch of the slaughtering rat people?
Purple: Hmmm...Good point...
Director: Helllpppp meeeeee....
********
Director: DAMN YOU! CAN'T YOU JUST FOLLOW THE SCRIPT?!
Red: There was a script...?
******
Purple: Whooooo...! *tosses Gir in front of Zim*
Red: But Gir was mine...! *pouts*
*****
Gir: S.I.R. , ready to serve you lord and master!
Director: NO NO, NO! You're supposed to be stupid!
Purple: He's not stupid-he's adva-a-nced!
Director: *bangs his head on his clipboard*
*******
Gir: S.I.R. , reporting for duty my Lord!
Director: NO-O-O! You're supposed to be screwed up and say 'G.I.R, reporting for duty', and do stupid shit!
Gir: But I must serve my masters!
Director: *sighs* *moans*
******
Zim: But, My Tallests-a chance to prove that I can TRULY become an Invader, is all that I ask! Gim-
Purple: Simma DOWN NA!
Zim: Oh no...I thought Jhonen cured you guys!
Red: Simmm-a-a-a-a-a-a d-oooo-wwwwwn, NA! SIMMA DOWN NA!
Purple: Whoooo! Simma DOWN!
********
Purple: Oh yeah? Well Yo mammas do fat, when she sat on a rainbow she made skittles!
Red: Well Yo mammas so fat, a parked voot hit her!
Purple: Yo mammas so fat, she needs the Atlantic Ocean for her waterbed!
Red: Yo mammas so fat, I rolled over her twice and still had a long way to go!
Purple: Right-Yo mammas so fat, my height is a mere fraction to her width!
Red: *extremely pissed now* Yo mammas so fat, she jumped up in the air and got STUCK!
Purple: Oh really? Yo mammas half Irken, half Jacker, and half human.
Red: ...???...That's three halves...
Purple: She's a big woman!
Red: !!!!!!!!!!!! YO MAMMAS SO FAT, THEY FOUND OSAMA BIN-WHATEVER UNDER HER FOLDS!
Purple: So? They found the whole damn Taliban under your mother's.
Dib: *watches them, munching on some popcorn* *Director and Zim come and watch too*
Zim: Ooh, who's winning?
Dib: At first it was pretty even, but I think Purple's got the upper hand now...or claw...
Red: Yo mommas so STUPID, she stole some FREE BREAD!
Purple: My mother's not stupid, she's advanced.
Red: CURSE YOUUUU!
Director: Yup, Purple won that round.
Zim: Can't wait to see tomorrow's!
*********************
Zim: But, you can't have an invasion without me-I w-
Purple: Simma down na!
Zim: Oh no...not this AGAIN!
Purple: SIMMA-A-A-A-A-A D-A-A-A-AN NA! SIMMA DAN NA!
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Red: Simma-a-a down na! Whooo!
Dib: Hey weatherman-Will YOU PLEASE just GO with the SCRIPT!
Purple: SIMMA DOWN, SIMMA DAN NA! AHAHAHA!
Cast: Mercy...!
***************************
Invader Floabie: Ye-
Purple & Red: Simma dan na, simma down!
Director: *now crying after take 1, 660, 440 for the 2nd week in a row in frustration* Please! For the sake of SPORKS, PLEASE obey!
Red: ....Uh...SIMMA DOWN!
Purple: YEAH-SIMMMAAAAAAA DAAAAN NA! NA!
Gaz: *stamps onto stage* That's it! *dark aurora surrounds her* Shut up, read the script correctly, and do not do it again to mess up my day... Because its you who're going to need to 'simma down' if I get through with YOU!
Red & Purple: Yes ma'am...! *salute*
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Red & Purple: *it's now the 3rd week and they're still at it*
Director: *to his cast* Good idea... *now to R & P* Okay, we decided to bring Jhonen back in to get you fixed.
Red & Purple: *pause a minute then...* AGGGGGGGHHH!
Purple: *continues to scream-yell*
Red: Whaddu think we are-dogs?!
***************************
Dib: Gaz, they're c-
Purple: *drags Zek*
Zek: GODDAMMIT-I DIDN'T DO IT DAD- I SWEAR!
Purple: Actually the punishment won't be that bad Zek-I'm not going to kill you-just maim.
Zek: 0.o... AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHH-HHHH! I DIDN'T DO IT! IT WAS THAT RED BASTARD, GODMAMMIT!
Dib: You think she did it?
Gaz: Probably...
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Dib: *slides down pole into sink, then....* ...AHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHARRRRREEEE!
Prof. Membrane: Oops, eh, forgot about the steak knifes...
**********8**************************
Dib: Finally, a way to prove that I'm, that I'm, that I'm-
Zim: Totally gay,
Zita: Ok, now THAT makes SENSE,
*************************************8
Mrs. Bitters: Doom, Doom, Do- *grabs the cockroach off her face and eats it*
Director: Oh GAWD!
***********8***************************
Red: Uh...right-
Purple: Wait a second...*grabs sticky note and reads the back*
Red: I can explain!
Purple: WHAAA-?! Oh you BETTER!
*****************************8
Purple: Besides...no Invader has been so very small... you're very small Zim...you're a tiny thing...
Zim: AHG! Curse you mother fuckers! I am ZIM!
Director: God, help this lost soul...
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Zim: You can't have an Invasion without me!
Purple: GAHHHH! That's IT! I'M GOING TO BE A NUN-I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!
Red: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Director: *kicks the camera filmer*
*****************************
Did'ja like'em? I FILMED 'EM MA-SELF! And I survi-i-i-ved i-i-it! Tell me watcha think! Hey-NEW CHAPTERS TO COME! The next one will be Tallest HQ ones.
Zek, Out!
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