I do not own Invader Zim or The Venture Bros okay? I didn't think I would get such a response that I have but hey. I am going to work more on this and well since you don't want this A/N, on with the fic!

Dib walked up to Ventech Tower, looking around. Dean had told him, just walk in, ask for Dr. Rusty Venture from Sargent Hatred working the security. Pushing the door open, Dib looked around in awe at what he had seen. His father's labs were not as impressive as Ventech Industries. Everything seemed lighter and more hopeful here. He walked up to the security desk where a middle aged man with a big blue "V" tattooed on his face was sitting playing with a flashlight. "Ummmmm... hi?" Dib asked as he looked at Sargent Hatred's face. "Did they make you get a big V tattooed on your face? And I thought my dad was bad for putting his face on everything."

"Ummm... I got this on my own..." Sargent Hatred said. "But who are you?"

"I'm Dib Membrane, Dean said I should ask for Dr. Rusty Venture. He arranged for me to intern under him this semester." Dib said.

"Oh, you're Dean's friend! He's told me a lot about you, although with your hair you have little room to talk about my tattoo." Sargent Hatred said as he gave Dib a key card. "Just take that elevator to the 15th floor. Doc's in his lab working on something. Or killing me at Team Fortress 2..." he added after finding out Rusty had killed him again. "Doc, we're always on the same team, you have to stop killing me like that!" Dib perked up and found that the security guard for Ventech Tower was playing video games on the job, as well as Rusty Venture himself.

"Oh Hatred, it was just right there in the open for me to do!" Rusty said laughing.

"Well you have a visitor." Sargent Hatred said.

"Who?" Rusty asked over the headset.

"Dib Membrane, that friend of Dean who said he wanted to intern here." Hatred said.

"Fine, send him up. You did tell him where to go." Rusty said.

"Yes Doc." Hatred said as Dib headed to the elevator. "HA! I finally got you!" Hatred said as he jumped up in his seat and danced.

Meanwhile, Dean was walking through town to where the Membrane Labs were located. Dib had always told Dean that his father was egotistical, but he never believed it until he saw the building for himself. His face was on everything on this building. "You weren't lying about your father Dib." Dean said as he walked to the entrance.

"Clearance code!" The guard said, holding a staff with a cattle prod looking device on the end of it.

"I'm Dean. Dean Venture. Dib Membrane said he would talk to his father about interning at the labs this semester." Dean said backing away from the guard. "You guys mean business. We just have a middle aged OSI agent for our security guard at our labs. Then again, Brock is our bodyguard..."

"Stand down!" Professor Membrane said as he opened the door. "That is my son's young friend. He wants to intern with me at my labs this semester. How are you?" He said holding out his hand.

"I'm Dean. Dean Venture." He said shaking his hand. "And Dib told me if I wanted a challenge, that this is the lab I should come to."

"And my son would be right. It is great that he is meeting real people and not those figure-heads on the Internet that he claims is his secret society. He has great potential in REAL science, not just that para-science he loves to yabber on about." Professor Membrane said as he led Dean along. "And so do you Dean and learning from a man so great as me, you will surely do so and superseded your own father. Not like that is hard."

"You know Congresswoman Marsha Backwood?" Dean asked, wanting to at least defend some of the Venture achievements.

"Oh her. More like Congresswoman Marsha Backwards." Professor Membrane said. "She's the one passing laws making it harder for me to pursue some of my experiments! Who cares about an aborted fetus's soul? It's aborted and not even a real person! I just need the stem cells and that is the only way you can get good blank ones! And all she does is pander to the dumb Bible-thump crowd with her poor syntax."

"Well, my father is why her syntax is poor." Dean said.

"Oh what did that wash up do?" Professor Membrane laughed.

"Only bring her back to life after a Jpad the army loaded with C-4 blew her up in Puerta Bajia. With the limited resources of a jungle." Dean said. " And he has perfected human cloning."

"Maybe your grandfather did young Dean. But the Rusty Venture I met can only make a radioactive exploding vacuum that impresses no one." Professor Membrane said.

I didn't even tell you that you were talking to one of the clones he made. Dean thought. Dib sure was right, his dad can be quite the pompous ass. And I know my pompous asses... He followed Professor Membrane to his office, where he sat in his chair and leaned back, putting his feet on the desk, much like Dib tended to do at times. He leaned back and almost like he could be a supervillan in the Guild himself, tapped his gloved fingers together analyzing Dean as if he was a result of one of his own experiments. Dean looked away and back and forth. What was he looking for from him? A resume on his shirt? "Ummmmm I have very good grades from Stuyvesant University and I am an experienced world traveler and was educated via neural bed transmission in a bed that my grandfather developed so my dad wouldn't have to go to school and he could travel the globe and space with him." Dean said awkwardly.

"I don't care about that. Since your father took over Venture Industries I have had less competition from them than when your uncle was running it. I am interested in that Mind Control gas of his. I cannot stop watching that Quizboy eating that burger!" Professor Membrane laughed. Dean looked at him, wondering why such a man would find that amusing. Industrial espionage. So someone wants me to do it for them rather than Dad wanting me to do it for him... Dean thought as Professor Membrane got up. "But no, I will take you on to show Dib he can have friends who like him working in REAL SCIENCE!"

"Ummmmm, Thanks Professor Membrane!" Dean perked up. "But I really have seen some of the stuff that Dib does talk about. Like an alien take the form of my grandfather and kill another 12 foot alien saying 'IGNORE ME'"

"Those are just demented hallucinations of your traumatic childhood Dean. Traveling the world from a very young age will do that to you." Professor Membrane said. And I see why Dib was so eager to go work for my dad this semester. I say this whole family has an obsessive personality with their things. Dean thought as he looked at Professor Membrane in shock.

The Monarch looked at the picture of Professor Membrane in The Guild's face book. It had to be admitted. He had been working the Blue Morpho vigilante angle for years and still had not improved his Monarch ranking in the Guild. To be fair he had just been torturing Doctor Henie these past few years. He was too busy trying to get rid of all the villains ahead of him to arch Doctor Venture. But he had to admit that he had to keep up his Monarch persona and Gary was right, this Professor Membrane guy was close to what Doctor Venture was. Super-scientist with a famous lab and two kids. For some reason the kid thing was the same, but they weren't twins. Upon reading his bio, Professor Membrane had two college aged kids, a son named Dib and a daughter named Gaz. "Ugggghhhhhhhhh." The Monarch said as he pushed the page away with the information about his kids. "His daughter looks like she could bring down the hammer of the gods..."

Gary pulled the book over. "MAN! She is scary. But she doesn't seem it upon first glance."

"Oh! I think I would rather let my wife know I was the Blue Morpho than face this girl." The Monarch said.

"Well, it doesn't look like we will have to. She stays at her boyfriend's house or her house a lot." Gary said reading the notes.

"Oh. That's okay then." The Monarch said. "But we will need to reconnoiter his lab. Although what I will do to him, I don't know..."

"We'll figure that out when we scout the place. Although Professor Membrane doesn't seem to leave the lab very much, says he talks to his kids via pre-recorded messages. Has done since they were little."

"Wow. I don't know what to say with that one." The Monarch said. "Well Twenty-one, my man, get your old black and gold uniform on, we are going to go as The Monarch and his most loyal henchman for this mission."

"Not the Blue Morpho and Kano?" Gary asked.

"No, that is for taking out the other villains ahead of us for arching Venture. But I have been using my brilliant mind to make sure that we move up in The Guild as well as getting rid of the people ahead of us. Down goes our suspicion level, up goes our arching level." The Monarch said. "Now, is Manolo around?"

"No, he had to do a tile job in Patterson." Gary said. "Why haven't we gotten a new Monarch-mobile yet? The work to fix the house up is done."

"You do have a point. I can't always use the Morpho-mobile for non-Morpho work. I better ask Doctor My Wife." The Monarch said as they headed into the library. This was the entrance to the Morpho cave and Manolo did a great job making sure that the lever that opened it up could not be found by Doctor Mrs. the Monarch accidently, she did often use it for her meetings with the Council of Thirteen. He peered in to find that she was at her laptop, working on some information for the Guild. "Honey bunny?"

"What?" Doctor Mrs. The Monarch asked looking up.

"Ummmm Twenty one and I are looking to get a new Monarch-mobile, and we were going to see some car dealerships in town." The Monarch said.

"Great honey!" She smiled walking up from the new desk. Everyone had to admit that no matter what they needed the desk for, be it Guild work, Morpho planning or just sex, a desk was so much better than two sawhorses and a length of plywood. "The Guild will be so happy to hear of your improvements."

"We're going to spin by those Membrane Labs to see how badass that Professor Membrane is... or isn't..." The Monarch said as he headed out the door behind Twenty-one.

"Have fun sweetie!" Doctor Mrs. The Monarch yelled as he left the house.

Twenty-one and The Monarch walked down the road to the bus stop and headed towards the the other side of town where Membrane Labs was located. The Monarch sat beside Twenty-one and sighed. Sure, he was arching someone besides a hemorrhoid doctor whose name pretty much forced him into proctology but he didn't know much except of his failed PEG generator and the fact he had the weirdest hair ever and a scary daughter. However, when they finally walked to the labs, it was am impressive sight.

"This is way more secured than the Ventech tower." Twenty-one said.

"Yeah." The Monarch said. "Watch me stroll right on in though!"

"There's guards everywhere!" Twenty-one said.

"Well go kill one!" The Monarch said.

"I am not killing anybody!" Twenty-one said looking over to the guard.

"Then beat him up, it looks like you could take him." The Monarch said.

"Fine!" Twenty-one said as he headed up to the guard.

"State your name and purpose here!" The guard said holding his electric spear to Twenty-one's neck.

"We're just here to see Professor Membrane. My associate and I are his new antagonists." Twenty-one said looking over to The Monarch who put his face in his palm.

"Really? Honesty? You are trying that one to get in?" The Monarch said as he walked up to the guard. "I am the mighty Monarch and I am arching your boss. Now just get out of the way."

"Step aside! If the Professor sent his own son to the Crazy House for boys after messing with his equipment, then I am sure he wouldn't have anything with two guys dressed up in butterfly outfits!" The guard said as The Monarch shot a dart as his neck.

"Shut up. No one cares." He said as he looked at the guard. "Now was that so hard?"

"Let's just hope he isn't addicted to Tranq like Pirate Captain is..." Twenty-one said. "Now how do we get in?" With this, the door opened up.

"Too easy!" The Monarch laughed. "He just put a guy with a cattle prod in front of his place and made it look scary, this guy is going to be a chump!"

"I just don't want to have to kill anyone!" Twenty-one moaned. "I need a new copy of Blood on My Hands, Pain in my Heart."

"Go see a therapist. This PTSD nonsense is getting old. Fast. " The Monarch said as they went inside.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Dialogue heavy? Let me know in a review. So Dib met Rusty, Dean met Professor Membrane and The Monarch and Twenty-one are in Membrane Labs. What will happen next as The Monarch arches to rise in rank but still moonlights as the Blue Morpho? And where will Zim come in on this story? Well you will just have to read on to find out. Remember to read (well you just did) and to review! Ciao for now,

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