Note: To those of you who predicted it, congratulations. Yes, this is an IZ/Transformers crossover. Die-hard fans of Transformers (cough, Sideos, cough) will have to forgive me, I've only seen the movie once so far, so if I'm off on a few things, extend grace. Oh, and go read Impossible by Joywillcome. It's her first fic in a long time, so give that story some luv! Personally, I find the premise intriguing...

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"Wake up, wake up. Weakling! Zim would not be brought down by such a small injury." Something was shaking Dib. He didn't want to open his eyes, his head hurt too much. One eyelid cracked open, allowing the sun to filter in. The sight of Zim bending over him doubled his headache and he groaned.

"What..."

"That noise-making machine, it attacked you."

Dib closed his eyes. "Now you're starting to sound crazy. CD players don't just up and attack people."

Zim scowled. "Well this one did, you imbecile. Launched straight at your gargantuan skull and knocked you to the ground. It jumped at Zim, but I had the SUPERIOR weaponry and wounded it. It limped away."

"Fine... whatever. I was attacked by a CD player, I'll play along, just to keep my sanity intact. So, any clues as to where your robot is?"

"That's what you're supposed to help me find out!"

"I thought Invaders didn't take help from lowly humans." Dib flinched at Zim's murderous glare. "Um... I mean... where'd you last see him?"

Zim hit his face with his hand, a surprisingly human gesture. "I can't believe how stupid... RIGHT OVER THERE WHERE YOU SAW ZIM CHASING THE CAR!"

"Hey, I just got hit on the head, remember?" Rubbing his throbbing cranium, Dib checked to make sure no other cars were bearing down on them, and trudged out to the middle of the street, crouching to eye the rubber burns.

"Weird," he muttered. He ran his finger over the marks, frowning. "Hey Zim, can you analyze this stuff?"

Zim hopped over and extended a scanner, peering at the results. "What are you wanting to know?"

"Whether that stuff is rubber or not. It doesn't look like the rubber burns I normally see when kids peel out in their cars."

Zim peered closely at the screen, entering information. "You're right... it's a foreign substance... its molecules closely resemble Vortian liquid."

Dib stared up. "What did you say?"

"I said its molecules--"

"No, before that... did you just say I was right about something?"

Growling, Zim cuffed Dib on the side of the head. "Silence Earth-stink!" Dib fell back, wincing, but grinning.

"So, Zim, if it isn't regular rubber, did other aliens kidnap the robot?"

"His name," Snapped Zim, "Is GIR, and I saw no driver in that vehicle!"

"It could have been remote controlled." Zim's mouth opened and closed. Dib merely grinned. "What, the mighty Invader didn't think of that himself?" His eyes widened, and he rolled to the side just in time to avoid Zim's spiderleg stabbing him to death. "Alright! Alright, lets' just find this... GIR."

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"WHEEEEE I like ponies, you like ponies? Ya got any chicken? I like chicken an' PIZZA wiv CHEESE an' stuff. Lady came by sellin' stuff, then she screamed an' ran, but I got her stuff! Made me aaaaall pretty. Ooooh, TAQUITOS! I like corn. Oh no, my muffins, THEY'RE BURNING AND I--butterfly!"

If it were possible, the car would have groaned. Only ten minutes, and this little machine had pushed every button, yanked every wire, and tried patience to the extreme. The radio flipped on to the local oldies station.

"OOOH! This is my faaaaavorite show!" GIR plopped in the back seat, giggling and bobbing his head. The car picked up speed. The less time spent in the company of this deranged robot, the better.