A/N: Sorry it took so long for me took get the next chapter up… life's been sort of hectic. I've been staying up every night to watch Invader Zim at 10:00. I was laughing so hard while watching 'Battle of the Planets of Doom'. "I'm an unstoppable death machine you know…" Ya gotta love Zim! Moving on…
5 whole reviews in just one single chapter! I feel so loved! Thanks so much to invader nav, invadercat, CityGirl 1013, the ALMIGHTY Invader Zim, and Penonymous. You guys all get cookies! And brownies! And mashed potatoes! And muffins! And waffles! (Sorry – in the space of time it took me to update, GIR cooked a lot of things)
Blah, blah, blah, don't own Zim. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
ONWARD!
[Random ESPN-like music playing in background]
Me: And welcome back to the almighty, the incredible-
Zim: INVADER ZIM!
[fangirl cheers]
Me: No. Shut up, Zim. Anywho, welcome back to DOOMY SPORTS! Our motto – WE'RE SO PAINFUL, WE MAKE HOBO 13 LOOK TAME!
Tallest: [thinking] We're doomed!
Dib: Wait just a ding-dang minute here!
[awkward pause]
Gaz: 'Ding-dang'? What are you Dib, a doorbell?
Crowd: [snickers]
Dib: [blushing] Um… yeah… well, you promised that I would get a new team member to help me defeat Zim's team!
Zim: Foolish stink-child! Zim's team is not to be defeated!
Me: Oh, yeah, that. Right. Okay. Hold on a sec. [checks notes] Okay! The new member to Team Dib is –
[drum roll]
Me: Everyone's favorite Vortian, Lard Nar! Give it up for the Resisty!
Crowd: [screams with joy. Some random guys have painted their chests to spell out 'Lard Nar']
Lard Nar: Yes! YES! SUPPORT THE RESISTY!
Purple: That's a stupid name!
Lard Nar: No it isn't!
Red: Uh, yeah, actually it is. It sounds weak. You could have chose something much more macho like –
Me: I really hate to interrupt this conversation, but we have SPORTS to play. Well, not me personally, but you get the point.
Tak: What is the doomed sport then – wait – don't tell me – I don't want to know.
Me: Too late! We shall pick the sport from…. THE FISHBOWL OF DOOM!
Dib: The fishbowl of – doom?
Me: Yes. It's very frightening. Cower in fear! [reaches into fishbowl of doom and pulls out a slip of paper]
Zim: [trying to sound brave – but failing] What's the sport?
Me: Dodge ball!
Dib: What?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I meant ULTIMATE DODGE BALL!
[about fifty balls appear in the center of the field]
Me: Okay, here are the rules: Anywhere is free ground; chuck a ball at someone before they chuck a ball at you! Now, places everyone!
Lard Nar: Wait, what, NOW?
Me: Yes NOW you fool! Places!
[Zim, GIR, Tak, and Purple on left. Dib, Gaz, Red, and Lard Nar on right.]
Me: From now on I will be commentating the match. In a commentating-ish sort of way. NOW GO GO GO!
[everyone runs toward the balls]
Me: Dib has just tried to throw a ball but GIR, lucky for Zim's team GIR has rocket feet! WOO ROCKET FEET! Lard Nar's screaming –
Lard Nar: We're gonna DIIIIIEEEEEE! Oof!
Me: Lard Nar is OUT from a ball thrown by Tak! Wait to go Tak! No time to celebrate though, I seems like Gaz's on the warpath, she seems to be aiming for GIR. Watch out GIR!
GIR: HI SCARY LADY! OWIE!
Me: Oh and Gaz has just knocked GIR's head off with a specially thrown ball. That's got to hurt! One man down on both teams. Oh, and it seems that Zim's having a little trouble with one of his teammates. Well that can't be good.
Zim: Tak, listen to the ALMIGHTY ZIM'S STRATGY! It is BRILLIANT!
Tak: Zim, I'm telling you, it'll never work! Aaaah!
Me: Oh, close one there! Tak and Zim almost got out there by a ball thrown by Dib, who seems to be out for revenge.
Dib: This one's for all the times you called me crazy! [throws ball] And this one's for all the times you called my head big! [throws ball]
Me: Well the Tallest don't seem to be doing much – oh, wait a minute! There seems to be some conflict going on!
Purple: Smoke machines are so much better! And I still haven't forgiven you for zapping me with that laser!
Red: Yeah? What're you gonna do about it, huh? HUH?
Purple: Uh – THIS! [throws ball at Red]
Red: Hey!
Me: Oooh, and Red is out! O-u-t out! That means only Dib, Gaz, Zim, and Tak are left in the game. Oh, dear, Dib seems to have accidentally whacked Gaz's G.S. out of her hands, stepped on it and [gasp] broken it! Watch out Dib!
Gaz: YOU WILL PAY DIB! YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR NOT-BEING-OUT-YET-NESS! [throws ball at Dib's head]
Me: Gaz has just gotten Dib out by throwing a ball at his head! Well, with a target that large, it's sort of hard to miss.
Dib: Will you just shut up about my head?
Me: No. Anywho, things aren't looking too good for Team Dib. There's only Gaz left.
Tak: Now Zim! Put the strategy into action!
[Zim comes out from hovering in the Voot and throws a ball at Gaz]
Team Dib: NOOOOOOO!
Team Zim: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WE HAVE TRIUMPHED!
Me: And Team Zim has one the first round of Doomy Sports! That means that Team Dib will be forced to perform a physical and/or mental challenge next chapter! So until next time, Invader Gilly, singing off!
A/N: HAH! Team Dib has to do a physical and/or mental challenge! Now, you must excuse me as I go join Team Zim's celebratory party on behalf of their victory! Oh, yeah, REVIEW!