A/N: Yay! Slow updates again!

But anyways, this story will be split up into a few short chapters, instead of one big one. Good? Good.

"Ahahaha! What are you going to do now, Dib-stink?" Zim had captured a twelve-year-old Dib inside a steel cage surrounded with lasers. "You cannot do anything to stop the amazing ZIIIM!" Zim continued to laugh.

Dib didn't seem all too nervous. "Don't you think you could've done this two years ago, when you first landed here?" The boy took pictures of Zim's base using his laptop, as he had been doing ever since he was shoved into the cage.

"I needed to learn your species's weaknesses first! It goes to show that you stoopid worm-babies don't know the first thing about conquering a planet!"

"Okay, if you know so much, then tell me this: If you were to find the leader of Earth to eliminate him or her, who would you go to?"

"Hm..." Zim thought for a moment. A moment to think by Zim's standards is about five minutes. Dib continued to take pictures. "Aha! I would go to your father, Dib-stink! The smartest man on this ball of dirt has to have a good amount of control."

Dib was surprised by the alien's answer. Not because it was an outlandish idea, but on the contrary: the accurateness was unusual for the generally dim-witted Irken. "Good answer, I guess." As the boy said this, a plan showed itself in his mind. "So, if you knew this, why wouldn't you try to get to him? Getting rid of leadership can destroy a nation." Dib hoped Zim would take the bait.

"Yes, Dib-stink! Your idea just became the downfall of your entire species! Since this man is your father, you shall take me, the almighty ZIM!, to him immediately!"

The lasers disappeared and the cage retracted into the floor. Dib saved the photos he took as he walked back up to the main floor of Zim's base. GIR was sitting on the couch, watching reruns of the Angry Monkey Show. The robot turned to look at Dib and gave him a weak smile. "H-hey, Dib-hyooman... Feeling better?"

Dib kept walking. "Fine. Just make sure you don't watch any more Fosters, okay?"

"Mm-hm." GIR noticed his master walking out as well. His disposition went from nervous to esctatic in a flash. "BIEYY MWAZTRR!"

A squeak could be heard from inside the base as Zim closed the door, disguise already on. "Okay, Dib-hyooman, where is your father?"

"In the lab, as always. Come on, we'll get right in." Dib started walking at a faster pace; one the short-legged alien was struggling to keep up with.

By the time Dib reached the laboratory entrance, Zim was a few yards behind him, breathing heavily. "What's the matter, Zim? Don't you want to conquer the planet?"

Zim was hardly able to squeeze a retort between long gasps. "It's the filthy waste-filled air on this planet! It doesn't supply the nutrients sufficient to suit Zim's needs!"

Dib rolled his eyes. He whispered to NaInCom, "Activate ASC-2."

"Yes, Dib." A soft humming emanated from the laptop, unnoticable to the alien.

The alien finally reached the entrance. "So, Dib-stink, when shall we go in?"

Dib reached into his trench coat. "As soon as you're unconscious." The boy grabbed both of Zim's hands, and a loud click could be heard as handcuffs strapped onto the alien's arms. Dib toke a step back in case Zim tried to attack.

"You are a traitor to Zim! Release me!" Zim continued to shout as the alien sleep cuffs slowly weakened him. "These were... Supposed to... Be destroyed..." Zim finally fell to the ground, unconscious yet unharmed.

Dib adjusted some settings on his computer. "Good thing I saved up enough money to buy another one of these, huh NaInCom?"

The laptop spoke with a slightly worried tone. "Yes, but there may be one major flaw in the next step of your plan."

"What's that?"

"How, precisely, are you going to get to your father to show... er... this to him? I assume that was the purpose of leading him here in the first place."

Dib slapped his forehead. "Of course. I still need to figure that out. Well, we have some time. With the alien sleep cuffs, we have a good three hours maximum, right?"

"Yes, yes we do. Let's get thinking."

A/N: It may not be exactly like trying to get into the audience of Probing the Membrane of Science, but it will probably be just as hard, especially when one has to drag Zim around.

So, good story so far? Bad?