A/N: Chapter 2 of Invader Dib! I hope the beginning wasn't a complete failure…Zim didn't do a lot of talking. That's slightly OOC, but I'll try to make up for it! Enjoy this! Also, sorry for the giant Psychonauts reference in the first chapter. You see, I'm kind of obsessed with that game and I've made a couple references to it in some of my Zim stories (I think I made one in FiStL). Plus, I just think it's funny to imagine Zim (Richard Horvitz) making a Raz reference (also a Horvitz character). Enough with me, here we go!

"Took you long enough to get here." Gaz remarked, not even looking up from her game.

"Sorry Gaz, Ms. Bitters-"

"You know I don't care, right?"

"Well, I guess I knew."

"Then stop talking. Your voice is annoying." Gaz said, beating the final boss and walking away. Dib followed her, keeping an eye out for Zim the whole time. After lunch, he had gone unnaturally quiet. For the most part, it was very strange behavior for Zim, very strange indeed.

"Dib, stop thinking about Zim or I will doom you for all eternity. If he hasn't taken over the Earth yet, he's probably not going to ever. So stop obsessing over him and get on with your life." Gaz snapped.

"Wait, how did you know what I was thinking?"

"Please, you think about Zim all the time. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"Well, when the fate of the world is at stake, I think that thinking about what Zim is thinking about would be ok for me to think about. Did you get any of that?"

"Sadly, yes. Now shut up, your voice makes me want to murder a puppy or something."

"HI Master! You wanna play pirate monkeys?" GIR shouted the minute Zim barged through the door.

"No GIR, I have some very IMPORTANT Invader business to attend to." Zim replied, taking off his human disguise and marching over to the toilet conveniently located in the kitchen. Climbing into it, he flushed himself down the elevator to the communications room. There, Minimoose greeted him with a "Nyah!" and the Computer with a sigh.

"COMPUTER!" Zim shouted.

"What?" the Computer asked with an annoyed tone.

"Relay the transmission from the Massive." With a sigh, the Computer showed the message on the screen again. Zim cocked an antenna.

"So Invader Tenn has been captured, huh? Well, it is up to me, ZIM, to rescue her. Computer! Ready the Voot Cruiser!"

"Um…wait. This message was meant for Skoodge only."

"Eh? Surely there must be some mistak-"

"Nope. As soon as Skoodge left, I got a direct video message from the Massive."

"Show it to ME! Show it to ZIM!"

The large monitor displaying the transmission fizzled out and was soon replaced by the Tallests.

"Erm…is this thing on?" Purple asked.

"Yes you idiot, it's recording right now. Um…Zim, I'm assuming you got the RCI. Well, we want you to remain on Earth while the other Invaders rescue Invader Tenn. You see, we can't have you screw everything up-I mean, leave your…strategic position. So, just stay on Earth and pretend you never saw the RCI. Well, bye!" Red said quickly, clearly trying not to giggle. This, as usual, went unnoticed by Zim. The video cut and Zim stood staring at the screen.

"Um…the video message is finished you know. I can't have you standing there for another hour like last time." the Computer said. Snapping out of his trance, Zim's eyes narrowed.

Zim was in a mad fury as he watched the camera replay the scene again and again. How could this be? How could they leave him, ZIM, out of the Great Rescue for Invader Tenn? He couldn't fathom the thought! It was…IMPOSSIBLE!

"COMPUTER!" he shouted.

"Yes?" the Computer asked, obviously very bored with its "Master's" rambling.

"When was this message sent?"

"While you were at-"

"When?"

"While you-"

"WHEN?" The Computer "sighed" and then continued its unfinished sentence.

"While you were attending the Earth Skool . The Almighty Tallests have administered the RCI to all the Invaders to help with the rescuing of Invader Tenn. Thus far, they have encountered a small resistance force against the Irken Empire. At least, that's what the encoded part said. Skoodge didn't wait to read it."

Zim pondered for a moment. What inferior race would go against the Irken Armada? They must be idiots. "Go on. Tell Zim." Zim said, while reading over the Irken text the message contained.

"The resistance force has been named The Resisty and-"

"The RESISTY? What a stupid name!" Zim cackled. The Computer "sighed" once again and, if it could, it would have rolled its eyes.

"Yes, well this 'Resisty' poses as a threat to the Armada."

"How can SOMETHING that stupid be that threatening?"

"If you must know, the Meekrob have joined the fight." Zim froze, all emotion draining from his face at the simple fact.

"Did you say the Meekrob?" Zim asked more quietly than usual.

"Affirmative. The Meekrob are supplying the Resisty with everything they need, food, water, troops, weapons, snacks, everything. That is why the Tallests have called the Invaders for back-up as well as the rescue."

"I see." Zim's PAK brought out the vocal communicator. "GIR! MINIMOOSE! Get down to the lab IMMEDIATELY!"

"Yes, my Master!" was GIR's response. A few seconds later, a tube popped out of ceiling and released the malfunctioning SIR and the tiny robotic moose. Zim glared at the two for a minute.

"GIR, you and I are going to Conventia. It seems as though Skoodge forgot to deliver the message to us."

"Master," the Computer chimed in, "You weren't invited. That message was only meant for Skoodge."

"SILENCE! Minimoose, you will stay here with the Computer and guard it against the Dib-stink. Computer! Prepare the Voot!"

"Oooooooooooh, we gonna go and fly with the squirrel into oblivion!" GIR shrieked. He began to run around the lab, screaming the entire time with a chocolate suck monkey in one hand and a taquito in the other.

"Just come on." Zim said; a bit aggravated with the robot. GIR's body lit up red for a moment and he followed Zim to the hangar with Minimoose right behind him. As soon as they arrived at the Voot, GIR changed back to teal and began to run and scream once again. This time, he was headed to the power amplifier.

"WEEEEHEEEE! WEEEEHOOOO!" he shrieked as he approached ever-closer to the device.

"NO GIR! STAY AWAY FROM THAT POWER AMPLIFIER!" GIR immediately stopped and looked at his Master through teary eyes.

"Awe, but I want to plaaayyyy!" he cried while hugging Zim at the same time.

"No GIR! Stop! Ack! My organs!" Zim squirmed in GIR's hug of doom until he was finally released. "You know, this makes me glad that I prevented the Earth from being squished in a GIANT HUG OF DOOM!"

"Heehee!" GIR giggled. Zim's eye twitched as GIR began to drink the Suck Monkey, hacking it up, and drinking it once again.

"Just get in the Cruiser." Zim said. He jumped into the pilot's seat with GIR to his right. "Computer, put the base in defensive mode." With that, the Voot Cruiser took to the skies. GIR watched amazed as the Earth became smaller and smaller and soon, it was gone altogether.

"Oooooooh."

"Ok GIR, I have increased the Voot Cruiser's speed tenfold so we should arrive at Conventia in three to four hours instead of six HORRIBLE months. Then, we shall doom this so-called 'Resisty' and retrieve Invader Tenn!" Zim stated triumphantly.

"Doom?" GIR asked. Zim's eyes widened as a memory six months long replayed in his head.

"No, no, no, GIR! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, pulling on his antennae. This could NOT happen again!

"I'm gonna sing the Doom Song now! Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom. Doom doom doom. Doom. Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doooooom. Doom doom doom!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

As the Voot Cruiser flew off into the far reaches of the universe, a boy sat on his roof trying desperately to yank the headphones away from his ears.

"Geez Zim, even when you're away from Earth the whole neighborhood can hear you!" Dib exclaimed, successfully getting the headphones off and muting the satellite feed. Sighing, he tucked the laptop under his arm, slid down the gutter, and entered the garage. Tak's ship was still sitting there just waiting to be used. Gaz had somehow magically fixed it in one second flat so she could beat him up. Dib had used it occasionally, but there was no need to. Zim had, for the most part, kept his plans Earth-bound. He did leave occasionally, like when he inadvertently saved Earth from that hugging-alien, or that weird contest back on his home planet, or when those scientists took his robot. Some crazy stuff had happened over the past two years… Dib shuddered as he remembered the whole Chinese food vampire-thing. Now that was an awkward experience.

Dib climbed into the Spittle Runner's pilot seat and started the ship. "Um…Computer?" he asked.

"Ugh, what is it now you miserable human meat sack?" Tak's voice responded. Tak's downloaded personality was still ingrained into the ship's memory since Dib refused to try downloading his own once again. Last time that happened, Zim almost won, Dib was bored out of his mind for fifteen hours, and Zim took control of it. He did not want anything from that experience to happen again. Well, Zim being thrown off into the horizon was pretty awesome.

"Show me the feed to spy camera #777. I want to see if Zim really did leave Earth."

"Fine, here." The holo-screen showed Minimoose floating alone in Zim's underground labs. It was weird.

"That's all. Initiate shut down."

"Gladly." The humming of the ship stopped and the garage fell into darkness once again.

"Cool!" Dib said, hopping out of the ship, "Now, I can break into Zim's base and do…stuff…I'll do that!"

"Shut up Dib! Stop talking out loud! It's more annoying than Zim!" Gaz shouted from her position on the couch. Dib shrugged it off and made his way towards Zim's base.

"Got any threes?" The Computer asked, quite bored with the Earth card game "Go Fish". What a stupid name, there weren't even any fish involved! It held the cards in one of its many robotic hands. Minimoose held his using his pathetic excuse for arms.

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked back.

"I can tell you're lying. You have a three; it's the last card on your right."

"Nyah!"

"Yeah, well you're cheating too!"

"Nyah!"

"You're right, this game is stupid." The Computer said throwing its cards on the ground. Minimoose followed suit and left the room. He returned shortly with a box from GIR's collection of board games.

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked.

"Risk? Eh, why not." Computer answered, setting up the game. However, an alarm went off. "Don't I ever get a break around here?"

"Nyah!"

"Good point. Well, I guess we should see what the problem is."

"Nyah!"

"Me? You're in this with me. Master created you, so you have to help too."

"Nyah…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this job sucks. Hang on a second; I'll get the video up." A screen was lowered from the ceiling of the lab, showing Dib in the front yard trying not to get toasted by the gnomes.

"Nyah!"

"You're right; it's just that big-headed boy."

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked, watching Dib arrive at the doorstep.

"He's at the front door? Ok, let's go." The elevator slid open and Minimoose floated in. Some sort of video game music was playing on the inside.

"Nyah?"

"Blame GIR for the music, I still can't get images of monkeys and tacos out of my hardware after that little 'adventure!'" Computer complained. That was indeed a terrible year. The door slid open again and Minimoose floated to the door and opened it.

"-I know what's happen-oh, Minimoose. Uh, where's Zim?" Dib asked, wanting to solidify his claim…and wanting to snap some pictures.

"Nyah!" Minimoose squeaked, allowing Dib into the living room.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Dib asked.

"It means he's gone." Computer responded with a bored tone. "Now leave, you interrupted something."

"Nyah!"

"So, where is he?" Dib asked, trying to get some sort of useful information out of the two.

"You're the stalker, you find out yourself. I've already located all of your spy bugs, one's bound to tell you what you're looking for."

"Wait, you found them all?"

"Yeah, it's not that hard."

"Then why doesn't Zim know about them?"

"He never asked."

"And you didn't destroy them?"

"I didn't feel like it."

"Nyah!"

"What? Would you have if you were in my position?"

"Nyah…"

"That's what I thought. Anyway, just find out yourself. Trust me human, knowing the amount of questions you ask, you'll be here until Tuesday."

"Hey! I don't ask that many questions! Do I?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Fine, I'll watch the videos." Dib said turning to leave. He stopped mid-step, then asked, "Can get some pictures?"

"No. Now leave." The Computer replied. It used a robotic arm to throw Dib out of the base. Before he had time to get up, the four demonic lawn gnomes surrounded him and dragged him off the front yard and into the street. Dib sat up, rubbed his back, and then left for home.

"Finally, I thought he would never leave."

"Nyah!"

"Why did Master have to create you?"

"Nyah!"

"Oh, is that it? At least I didn't go crazy and start shooting stuff."

"Nyah!"

"Pfft. Whatever, let's just play." The Computer said, releasing a robotic arm to set up the gameboard.

"Well, that was slightly productive…I guess. At least I know Zim's gone. Now, I just have to find out where he is and once I do, I can find out what's going on!" Dib declared. "I'm…talking out loud again…" he added as an afterthought.

Once he reached his house, Dib quickly yanked open the door and ran upstairs to his room. Starting up his computer, he commanded, "Computer, replay the video memory from record drive Stevie." The screen changed from Dib's "They're Here!" screensaver to the video of Zim's outburst. He watched in fascination as he saw and listened to the Irken's conversation.

"The Resisty? Hey! Maybe they can help me save the Earth!" Dib shouted.

"Dib, stop talking! You're making me lose my game!" Gaz shouted back. Dib ignored his sister and ran back downstairs.

"Gaz, there are aliens out there who want to stop Zim and the Armada! This is great!"

"Dib, shut up and leave me to eat my pizza in peace." Gaz said while taking the last slice of Bloaty's Pizza from the box in front of her.

"Oh pizza! Thanks Gaz!" Dib said, taking the slice from her hand and running off to the garage. Gaz opened both eyes, twitching with rage. "Hey, soda!" Dib shouted, taking it too.

"He took the last slice of pizza AND the last soda? Dib, you will pay dearly for that. I will gorge your eyeballs out with sporks, then chain you to a wall in the basement where the room is soundproof so no one from the outside can hear your tortured screams, and only then can I get my revenge. This time, Dib, you will not wake from the nightmare world I impose upon you!"

Missing his little sister's rant, Dib climbed into Tak's ship. "What do you want now?" Tak's voice said, very annoyed that the boy was back.

"Um, take me to Conventia…please."

The ship sighed. "Fine, but if I find my Master, I'm ditching you for her."

"Deal, she's probably still floating around in space anyway."

"Fair enough human, we'll be at Conventia within two to three hours."

"Oh wow! That's incredible! We haven't even come close to developing technology like this!"

"You keep shouting meat sack, and I take the long way. You'll have to spend six months in here."

"I'll shut up now."

"Finally, it's about time you gave that mouth of yours a break. It's almost as big as your head."

"My head's not big! Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because it's true." Dib slapped his forehead.

"Let's just go already." he said while crossing his arms and pouting.

"Fine, starting launch procedure big-head."

Dib never noticed the cloaked figure stow away in the back of the ship, or the demonic Chihuahua staring at them as they left. It knew everything. It just KNEW!

A/N: Done! Sorry this chapter is shorter than the first one, I'm just not entirely sure of where to go with it. I'll post the next chapter next week and things should pick up from there. As the story progresses, I'll have more things to write about. Once again, sorry if this isn't that funny, I'm bad when it comes to writing humor and I can already tell that this isn't random/crazy enough to be marked as an Invader Zim episode. I'll try to work on that.

Just wondering, did anyone catch the unfinished episode references?