I have been flamed SUPER BAD in the past because I am such a terrible writer (hahah), but I am not afraid to bethe first to introduce you a TV Show and Band crossover fanfiction. AN INVADER ZIM AND THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS CROSSOVER FANFICTION. w00t.
Who is They Might Be Giants, you ask? The name may ring the bell as I remind you of songs such as the most familar theme song ofMalcom In The Middle, "Boss Of Me", orKaBlam's "Doctor Worm" and "Why Does the Sun Shine", or perhaps you were lucky enough to see "Ana Ng" or"BirdhouseIn Your Soul"on Vh1. Whatever the case, They Might Be Giants is a Pop-Alternative or "Geek Rock" veteran band from the mid eighties. They do everything from catchy guitar riffs to dance remixes to car commercial jingles. Just do some Googling and you'll find more about them in no time. I don't want to feel like I'm advertising. XP
I know many Invader ZIM fans who also love TMBG, so I figured I would put this together. I've even heard that John Linnell (Lead singer, keyboardist, accordionist) watches it with his son, Henry, on occasions. Here we go!
WHEEEE! I'M DRIVING!" said a small metallic android who pressed random buttons on the control panel of a nearly spherical air vehicle. However, the android was not going anywhere since the air vehicle was in its docking bay being repaired by dozens of robotic arms which wielded lasers and data transfer beams. As an added note, the vehicle visited this place often in the roof of a small green man's house in the middle of a suburban New York neighborhood.
"GIR! You're going to do something bad, ZIM can feel it in his blood! So stop being all jumpy and stuff in the Voot Cruiser!" said a short green alien clad in a magenta kilt and pink collars, black boots and matching gloves to cover his busy hands.
He seemed to have been using an action figure of himself and destroying a toy city made of Legos with the action figure by ramming the toy into the buildings, and making dramatic and childish sound effects. "Now be quiet so I can plot my destruction of Earth in the style that I took from the squinty Japanese humans! Squintingly small eyes, those Japanese have, yes."
"But I'm a good driver, I'll be careful!" GIR said, a little ashamed of what he was doing. He quickly shrugged off his guilt and pressed buttons wildly once again, cackling in amusment as he did so. ZIM grunted and continued with destroying his Lego model of New York City.
GIR soon became bored with pressing all the buttons, so he reached out for the radio button and listened to some music.
"They call me Doctor Worm!" GIR sang gleefully to the radio, and danced in circles on the seat of the Voot Cruiser. "I...am a worm...and I'm...a worm and a doctor! Duuuuhhh...I AM A REAL WORM! AND A DOCTOR! I don't know the worrrrddsssss!"
"Ugggh, that noise is horrible! Turn it off before I break it with your empty head!" ZIM said, applying pressure to the sides of his head to block out the noise being recieved by his antennae.
"Kay," GIR said. He stared at the radio for a moment, and then nodded. He tore the radio out of it's cubby hole and ate it all in one bite. The radio made a "CLUNK" in his stomach cavity. He hopped out of the Voot Cruiser and marched off to the elevator that lead to the upstairs.
"I'm gonna go buy food now," GIR said before he got in the elevator.
"Okay, you do that," ZIM said, now demolished his legos and stomping on them. "ERGH ERGH ERGH DIE HUMANS DIE."
"YES MY MASTER!" Gir said saluting ZIM repectively and taking the elevator to go to the store.
There was a long silence.
"...GIR forgot his disguise," ZIM remarked. "...OH NOOOOOO! GIR! COME BACK! HUMANS ARE GONNA DISECT ME!" he screamed, running into the elevator and slamming into the wall. "COMPUTER! TAKE ME TO THE -eeeeyaaaaaaaahhhhhhheeeeeeee!"
ZIM was shot upstairs and spit out through the toilet in his kitchen, his head piercing through the ceiling tile, all of the roof, and landed on his lawn with his lenses in cock-eyed and his wig tilted foreward on his head. One of his lawn gnome robots were kind enough to adjust his wig properly on his head while ZIM put in his contacts properly. He punched his chest a few times, forcing out a clump of grass that had been lodged in his throat.
"Good thing I keep a spare disguise for GIR in my Pak," ZIM said, glancing at the odd egg-shaped mechanisim on his back. He tapped on the largest pink blob on his Pak, ejecting GIR's green dog suit disguise. He ran after GIR, who was just a few blocks away.
Since he had ingested the radio, GIR simply listened to the "Freeky Geeky Rock 'n Pop Hour" on the "KWAP Radio" channel. Odd, a western radio channel on a New York Radio...ahem. It's pronounced how you think it is, yes.
"They want a crane, I want a crane, you want crane, doo dee doot doo doot," GIR sang cheerfully, snapping his fingers to the tune. "Old man want a crane, old lady got a crane, apartment go 'splode...crane."
"Hey! I know that song!" said a young boy on the street.
"And so do I! It's rockin!" said a girl who was listening to the same song on her headphones. "Dude, like, you are the coolest talking shiny metal radio I have ever seen!" she said to GIR.
"Aw, I love you too!" GIR said, hugging her legs.
Not long from then, the entire neighborhood broke out into song to what GIR had been listening to.
"They'll need a crane, to take the house he built for her apart to make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain!" sang the group as they had wrecked a few local apartments with a stolen wrecking ball machine. People who were once angry ended up singing to the dorky tune, making every person look quite stupid.
"They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane! To pick the broken ruins up again!" they sang as they picked up a few boards to pick up the mess they had created.
"To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain..." but of course, they had just dropped all the boards back down where they had found them and ran as fast as they could away from the area, so none of them would get in trouble.
ZIM had seen the entire thing, and was quite angry, yet marveled, at what GIR had caused.
"Interesting," ZIM said, rubbing his chin and pondering. His face brightened. "Silly ZIM! How could I have not seen it many times before! Humans love music! And they also seem to love that trashy noise...what IS that made by, anyway?"
"It's made by some John guys!" GIR said, pulling out a booklet with a picture of two middle aged men, one with an accordion and the other with a left - handed guitar.
"They look like regular smelly piles of flesh garbage to me," ZIM said, furrowing his brow. "...The Love Ambassadors of Brooklyn..." ZIM shivered. "Love. That HORRIBLE human emotion I hate most of all, and by FAR the most painful...they must be horrible, horrible people!"
"They like coffee and they sweat good!" GIR chirped.
"Coffee, eh? ...oh yeah, coffee. Yeah, I have that," ZIM said with a nod.
"Perhaps I could use coffee to lure these Earth walruses into doing work for me, or even better! I could use their brains to combine into a super music hyp-mo-tizin' brain so I can make songs and stuff and then take over the world and blah blah blah...yet another ingenious plot of conquest thought out be ZIIIIIMMM! " ZIM said, thrusting an overly egotistic fist into the air and squeezing his palm with his fingers until you could hear the rubber of his glove cringe.
