My first multi-chaptered story. I hope it's not too terribly cliched and terrible, though the plot has been used many, many, many times before. I hope to have made it a bit different from the many other things like it that came before. And if you have any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please tell me. If they seem Out-Of-Character, this is my first multi chaptered, long, complicated story, not written in either first person or third person restrictive. I have already written most of it, so it will be finished, no need to worry about that. Though updates may be erratic, depending on if I feel like posting that day. On with the show!!!!

DIBSHOUSE

'Dad, dad, I've finally caught him! I caught Zim; I can finally prove he's an alien!'

'Now, son, you and your friend go and play without disturbing me. I have important work to attend to. Fate of the WORLD work!!'

'But dad, this is important to the fate of the World' Dib pulled on the Professors coat, 'Come see'

'OK son, I'll humour you this once, but after that, back to the WORLD!!!!' Membrane was in a good mood, having just been declared "The Most Incredible Man Alive" by the WORLD!

Dib pulled his father down to the basement, while professor Membrane was getting more and more worried about his sons' sanity.

'You know I don't like you playing in the basement, son. And though I am glad you are finally having social inter-actions with your peers, I would prefer you to play in a safer environment, like in the park.' He then gave a laugh.

Dib pushed the door ajar and declared 'What you are about to see will change the way you view the World, even the way you view the UNIVERSE!!!' With that he slammed the door open, and professor Membranes' ears were assaulted by a nasal, high pitched voice.

'You filthy stinking creature! How dare you lock the amazing ZIM in your underground rooms of darkness and SMELL!!!!! When I get out you shall pay for this. Oh how you will pay.' He finally noticed there was someone else in the room, apart from the object of his anger. 'Who is this? Who is HE?! Tell me insolent WOPRM!!!' He paused for a second. 'You dare deny me the answers to my quesTIONS!!!!! You will rue the day you ever crossed ZIM!!!' With that he stopped his rant, and looked worriedly at Membrane, who had been walking closer to him while he had been talking.

Membrane stopped in front of Zim and reached out a hand to touch Zims antennae, which caused Zim to flinch away and start another of screaming, yelling and general insults.

When Zim finally shut up (thanks to a large amount of Dibs' Own Irken Anaesthetic) Membrane turned to Dib and said 'You're not crazy, he is an alien.' The alieness was undeniable, with Zim strapped to the table with green skin, red eyes, and two very alien antennae coming out from the top of his head. Membrane reached down and picked up his son in a kind-of hug. 'I'm so proud of my son. You have proved yourself to not be insane, despite the ridicule from the world, and my own doubts in you. Congratulations son, you ARE a real scientist'

Dib looked so proud ant this praise; he was practically glowing and levitating under the most attention his father had ever shown him in his entire life. Then he came back to reality. 'So dad, what should we do with him? Are you going to cut him open? Can I watch? Can I cut him open?' He was lost to dreams of praise, glory, and memories of the life Zim had shown him of a Dib who was famous. 'Can I ride a moose?'

Membrane laughed. 'No son, with such an interesting specimen, we can't cut him open. Ha, ha ha. No, we have to study him carefully, and not cut him open until he dies or we find more specimens. But I'm sure you'll be able to ride a moose.'

'No autopsy?' Dib felt his dreams of seeing zims guts splayed across an autopsy table vanishing like decent free-to-air tv. 'But he's an evil alien menace, I've...' That approach wouldn't work with his dad. 'Wouldn't it be in the interest of Real Science to cut him open so you can see what's inside? How he functions, what his organs look like?'

'No son, all that can be achieved with x-rays, cat scans and Membrane brand x-ray goggles. But you can stay and watch as I take and analyse blood samples. Won't that be fun?' he turned to look at Dib to find him already gone from the room.

'Oh, well.' He pressed a button on his arm communicator. 'Simmons, clear my schedule for, say, three days. ...The world can wait!'