"Welcome home, son!"

Zim entered his domain with a serious look engraved onto his face. He removed his human disguise and looked around. Blotches of cheese and tomato sauce decorated the walls, attracting unwanted flies. Zim gave a disgusted sneer at this.

"GIR! Minimoose!" the Irken called out. Minimoose came flying into the living room almost instantly. "Nyeh?" it asked.

"Where's GIR? He knows I hate waiting," Zim demanded.

"Nyeh, nyeh. Ny-nyeh nyeh."

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't-"

Zim was cut short as the couch began shaking. In a matter of seconds, a little robot burst through the cushions, tennis racquets at hand.

"Imma mo-squi-to! Gobble, gobble!" he cheered while flapping his arms around like a ninny. Zim was not amused, but didn't say a word. He just gave a blank glare in response. GIR eventually calmed down and sat on the couch like a small child. Minimoose took a seat next to him. They both turned and gave their master their somewhat-full attention.

"Enough nonsense! There's work to be done!" Zim proclaimed. "Did you download the blueprints, GIR?"

"Oh, yeeeaaah… I was s'pose to do that."

Zim's left eye twitched disturbingly. He was about ready to dismantle the little android when Minimoose chimed in. "Nyeh!" it said.

"You downloaded them? Very good, Minimoose. You could learn from this one, GIR," the Irken stated. GIR merely shrugged and began happily munching away at a newfound slice of pizza he pulled out of his head. Minimoose left for a moment and returned with the blueprints. Zim scanned the papers carefully. Finally satisfied, he jumped onto the couch and turned to the monkey portrait. "The Tallest will be pleased with my progress," he assured himself.

Many light-years away, a large ship was traveling the dark corners of space. One would be lucky to catch even the smallest of glimpses at the massive ship known only as the Massive. Inside said ship, a meeting of utmost importance was taking place, determining the fate of a dire matter.

"Well, I say we need MORE donuts!" Almighty Tallest Purple exclaimed.

"All in favor?" asked Almighty Tallest Red, who received an overwhelmingly large amount of "Ayes!"

"All opposed?" he asked. The room went quiet. One Irken coughed ever-so-quietly into his sleeve.

"To the garbage shoot with him!" Purple ordered. Two other Irkens seized the troublemaker and dragged him out of the room. His screams echoed even after he was sent floating in outer space. Purple sighed with content.

"Oh, it's good to be Tallest."

But he had no time to enjoy his status thoroughly, as the Massive was being contacted. Everyone returned to their regular posts. "Incoming message…from Earth," one announced rather unenthusiastically.

"And here I thought it was going to be a good day," Red whined to himself. He signaled for the crew to accept the call. An image of that short Zim appeared on the large monitor. His expression was a dangerous cocktail of determination, eagerness, and fluffiness.

"Greetings, my Tallest!" the little Irken said with a salute.

"Ugh. What is it this time, Zim?"

"I just wanted to inform you of my newest plan to conquer this pathetic dirtball and its filthy dirt people."

"Uh-huh. Can we move this along? DONUTS!" Purple suggested.

"No thanks. The hunger I have can only be satisfied by the shrill screams of these DISGUSTING humans! The planet will be ready in a matter of days, giving you plenty of time to call forth an armada."

"Huh? O-oh yes, Zim. That'll happen."

The Tallest snickered amongst themselves. Oh, the levels of idiocy Zim contained! The tiny invader did not seem to notice their spiteful glee, as he continued explaining in great detail about his plan. He eventually finished some few hours later, nearly boring the Almighty Tallest to death.

"…and the bunny still orbits the planet to this day," Zim concluded. By this time, the Tallest were fighting over a bag of donuts. Tallest Purple finally won and squealed with delight. Having nothing else to do, Tallest Red turned his attention back to the monitors.

"Interesting, Zim. Now run along and play with your friends," he stated lamely.

"But you haven't given your blessings yet," the invader protested. "I thought we could talk or-"

"TACO!" GIR interrupted. He began bouncing off the walls, chanting for the human food. It was only a matter of time before the robot accidentally tackled Zim, causing them both to fall over. The Tallest watched the scenes with blank expressions. They showed no signs of interest, and were even going to end communications, when they saw it.

Zim, being carried by his PAK's spider legs, was dodging projectile food. "Your tacos are powerless, GIR! Surrender, or meet your-"

He was knocked over when GIR came flying at him, riding Minimoose. Almighty Tallest Red's expression instantly changed. "End transmission and bring up that last image! Now!" he ordered. Two workers typed a few commands and pulled up the image of Zim, GIR, and Minimoose. Red ordered the workers to zoom in on Minimoose. The Tallest studied it very carefully.

"What's the matter?" Purple asked between mouthfuls of snacks.

"That purple thing. It's… It's Vortian technology!" Red finally concluded. The other Tallest did a spit take in shock.

"You mean Zim-"

"I don't know, but if so, we've got a little problem on our hands."