A/N: WOO! This is my mixture of The Producers and Invader Zim! I'm kinda surprised that no one else has done this topic, because I thought that The Producers and Invader Zim were quite alike. My mind is messed up. Anyway, most of the songs that the characters sing are based off of, not the movie soundtrack, but the original Broadway cast recording. Yeah. I couldn't really think of an opening, so this chapter is basically about forcing Zim and Dib to do the musical. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I do not own The Producers either, Mel Brooks does.
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A girl paced the small room, occasionally glaring at the two beings seated in front of her. Her dark blonde hair hung lifelessly on her shoulders and her black T-shirt was stained with a red liquid.
With a sigh, she stopped in front of a chalk board on the wall. "Okay… Let's try this again… You two, do… da play." she ordered slowly. "NO!" came the immediate reply. The girl, whose name was Mez by the way, growled slightly and rushed over to one of the figures. "WHY NOT, DIB! HUH? You gots a problem with musicals?" she yelled.
Dib recoiled as much as the ropes that bound him would allow. "No! I have a problem with doing a musical with that horrible alien monster!" he retorted, sending a glare filled with utter loathing at the Irken seated next to him. Zim struggled against the chains that tied him to the chair. "And I have a problem with participating in a filthy human musical with that disgusting being of flesh and spleen!" he shouted, his glare pricking Dib like one thousand needles.
Mez screamed with frustration, nearly pulling her hair out. The door to the room suddenly burst open and a teenage girl with a spiffy black trench coat entered. Her long dirty-blonde hair was in a neat pony tail, and her red shirt with a skull on it was wrinkled to the point of not being recognized.
"Hey guys! Sorry for barging in like that, but I kinda want to start the show." she explained, kicking the door closed. Mez ran over to the girl, who just happened to be named Caitlin, and started to clarify why they were taking so long, "Zim and Dib are being jerks!" she whined childishly. Raising an eyebrow, Caitlin stared at Mez. "We don't need their consent to this, ya know?" she informed. Mez blinked. "Yeah, but when am I going to get a chance to tie them up like this again?" she asked. Sighing, Caitlin snapped her fingers, releasing Dib and Zim. Using her amazing author powers, she started her horrible rewrite of The Producers. Everything, including Zim and Dib's screams, faded into darkness…