Dean is driving the impala full speed ahead, his face is now a serious frown and his angry eyes are completely focused on the road. He was determined to find this alien, and stop him before he could injure and destroy people. He was determined to find Dib's sister, and save the cynical teen from the clutches of a psychotic alien obsessed with destroying their world. Granted, it's a crazy world, but it's the only one they have to call home. Sam, who is sitting in the passenger's seat, with a look of concern for his brother, finally spoke up. "Uh, Dean, you might wanna slow down. No sense in getting us all killed so a maniac can just go on to destroy the world." Dean, without looking at Sam, muttered " Sorry, Mr. obey-the-15- mile-per-hour-speed-limit, but we gotta find this psycho and save the girl." Dib, who was seated in the back, was frantically looking around the area for any sign of ZIM or his younger sister. "I don't see ZIM or Gaz anywhere! ZIM's probably holding her hostage as we speak!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Okay, relax, screamy, we're gonna find 'em." Dean told Dib, who was about to have a heart attack at the thought of his arch nemesis and his sister fighting each other to the death while he's not there to help her.
"Where's your weapons arsenal?!" Dib demanded to know. "The trunk." Sam answered. "Pull over" Dib commanded. "What? Are you serious?" Dean asked Dib. "I need to see what kind of weapons you have to fight ZIM". Dib firmly replied. "No, we need to get there as fast as we can, no pit stops or delays. Then I'll gank him" Dean ordered the young hunter. "I know we need to get there as soon as possible, but we need the right weapons to fight him, otherwise we're all doomed!" Dib shouted, throwing his hands in the air, desperately trying to get his point across to the hunters. "Dean, he's right" Sam began to say as he looked at his brother. "Without the right weapons, without being prepared, we're screwed. I mean, look, he's obviously crazy. He has years of military experience, high tech weapons, an army, possibly. Who knows what he's planning to do now that he knows we're coming for him." Sam said to Dean. "Fine." Dean said as he began to get annoyed. He pulled the car over alongside of an empty street. Dib, Dean, and Sam all get out of the car. Sam opened the trunk and began to pick through their typical monster hunting arsenal. He analyzed the weapons to see if it could be of any use on an alien that just won't die. "Um, what are some of these weapons and what are they for?" Dib inquired as he cautiously picked up a container of salt, inspecting it carefully. Dean began to rifle through the trunk, picking up items and naming them off. "Wrought iron bar, salt, devil's trap, red spray paint, demon blade, angel blade, silver blade, dead man's blood, rock salt rounds, sawed off shotgun, holy water. Think it could work on him?" "Ugh! This junk will never work on him! Well, except for the crowbar, maybe, if I hit him really hard and pry his Pak off" Dib ranted. "That's it. We need to stop at my house. I have weapons to use against aliens, and my Dad should have some technology or something to stop him!" Dib commanded as he pointed his finger in the direction of his house. "I'm gonna try calling Gaz. Not that she ever answers me." Dib said as he pulled out his phone and desperately tried to call her, hoping that she would pick up.
Gaz's phone began to ring, which sounded the theme music to her favorite vampire piggy hunter game. This caught ZIM's attention immediately. "Your phone is sounding a horrible noise." ZIM informed her, which earned him her famous eye roll. "Well, it's stupid Dib. No surprise there." Gaz said while she hung up and put the phone in her bag. "Gazzy!" a childish voice screamed in excitement. "Oh no!" ZIM complained. Gir ran full speed ahead and wrapped his arms around Gaz's slim waist, hugging her. "Gir! Get off the human this instant!" ZIM demanded. Gir let go of her waist and ran over and hugged ZIM instead. "Master! I missed you!" He shouted. "Gir, you just saw me less than two hours ago!" ZIM reminded the little robot. Gir started to look at Gaz, then back at ZIM, then at Gaz again, and then at ZIM. He looked back and forth between the two and then suddenly gasped, holding his claws on his cheek. "What is it, Gir? Did you swallow another gerbil? I told you those were bad for you! What is it?" ZIM questioned. Gir became silent. "Well, you must have broke him." ZIM said as he looked at Gaz. "Yeah, right. You can't break what's already broken." She said with a scoff. "THAT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Gir screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at Gaz, who is now getting angry. "NO SHE'S NOT!" ZIM denied. "oh. Then what is she?" Gir innocently asked his master. "She is an acquaintance of mine." ZIM told him calmly. Gir just looked confused, so ZIM tried to dumb it down. "She is... a...she is..." "oh what is the word?" ZIM thought to himself. "She is a friend who happens to be a girl." ZIM, satisfied, finally settled on this answer. "Oh" Gir said as if he understood. "You've gots a girlfriend!" he shouted and laughed in excitement. "Where did you hear that?!" ZIM asked accusingly while pointing his finger at him. "Skool. All the kids are talkin' 'bout it." Gir nonchalantly answered. "LIES!" ZIM screamed. "THOSE FILTHY HUMANS LIE!" "Nuh uh! Sara tolds me!" Gir said back. "Well, Sara LIES!" ZIM yelled. "QUIET! You two are giving me a headache. It's bad enough I have to listen to Dib scream everyday!" Gaz yelled, getting fed up with their non-stop bickering, especially any bickering that involved her. "We're just friends. Okay?" She said to Gir calmly.
She couldn't believe she just admitted she was friends with ZIM. She was never the type to make friends. She really didn't care to be honest. "OKEY DOKEY!" The robot nodded, picked up a rubber pig and walked back into the kitchen. "Excellent work, Gaz. You have managed to send him back to the kitchen. This normally goes on for hours!" ZIM said to her, changing the subject. "Look, I heard what you said about me in class. You don't have to lie about it." She blatantly told him, which stunned the alien. "Oh, you heard all of that?" He asked her. "How could I not hear it?! You're so loud, even when you try to whisper." She told him. "Look, I merely lied so that they think I am normal." ZIM said in defense. "Yeah, good job. Now the entire Skool thinks we're dating!" She snapped. "Why are you so angry?! It's not a real relationship! And even if it was -" ZIM stopped himself from finishing that sentence. Gaz looked at him curiously, analyzing him. She wondered what he was about to say next. But ZIM didn't want to think about it anymore. "No, we need to focus on the issue at hand here! The two hunters! And the Dib-stink!" ZIM shouted. Gaz ignored him and casually pulled a book out of her bag, and continued to read it. ZIM stared at her with a puzzled expression. "Gaz -human, ZIM requires your full attention." The alien firmly told her. No response. She was fully immersed in whatever this book was about. "I would expect this if it was a video game, but A BOOK?!" ZIM thought to himself as he began to get a bit frustrated. Did she not realize the danger he was in? "Dib-sister? Hello?!" ZIM shouted as he waved his hand in front of her face. Gaz gave a slight growl, and pushing his hand out of her face, then motioning to him with her fingers to give her a moment to finish reading. "Um, Gaz human, don't you think we should be gaining or sharing information about our new enemies so we can plot their downfall?!" ZIM shouted at the scary girl. She looked up from the book briefly to give him a glare, and then returned her amber eyes to the book. ZIM grew more frustrated, but none the less curious. "What is so important about that book anyways?!" He asked as he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor and folded his arms across his chest.
"If you must know, the book is called 'Supernatural'. And it just so happens to be about two brothers, two monster hunters, named Sam and Dean." Gaz answered. "Eh? Huuuuh?! What does this mean?!" ZIM yelled in great surprise and genuine confusion while he scratched his head, staring at the girl holding the so called 'fictional' book. "It means that this book, this horribly, poorly written book by some failure writer named Carver Edlund, wrote almost like a biography of Sam and Dean, but only under the facade of some fictional story." Gaz told ZIM, feeling a bit proud of what she discovered. "Where did you get it?!" ZIM asked, wanting to know more as he pulled the book out of her hands. He was truly impressed by her quick thinking, and how fast she put the clues together. "I thought the whole 'pretend to be FBI with rock star aliases' sounded familiar, and the names Sam and Dean Winchester/monster hunters sounded familiar. That's when I remembered that I saw 'Supernatural' books in bargain bins at video game stores. So, I went to the Skool library before I went to Ms. Bitter's class and looked for 'Supernatural' books. And that's where I got this badly written, pathetic diary full of their weaknesses, shame, and secrets. It could play a key part in defeating them." Gaz said calmly. She showed a small, evil smile as she stood with her hands on her hips proudly. This made ZIM smile. ZIM normally hated working with others, especially humans. Most Irkens were afraid of him because they thought of him as the dangerous psycho who almost annihilated his own planet. He normally liked to accomplish things all by himself. But he actually doesn't mind working with Gaz. She's different from anyone else he's ever encountered. Not only was he impressed, but for once he actually had somebody competent to work with. And it was somebody who actually wasn't scared of him. "You're much more useful than Gir!" ZIM said proudly as he complimented her. "That's not really saying a lot. A toaster is more useful than Gir." She quickly remarked. "No, I just mean you're intelligent and strategic...for a human." ZIM told her. Coming from ZIM, it was a pretty damn good compliment. He never compliments anyone but himself. And for him to compliment a human, well it was just unheard of. "Much better." She said smugly while she gave him a small smile.
"Come, Gaz, we must inform the Tallest of the situation and prepare to fight those pathetic humans! TO MY LAB! " The proud Irken yelled as he clasped the goth girl's hand and dragged her alongside of him. She felt a bit unsure of letting him hold her hand, but she didn't let go, although she hated being dragged. "The Tallest? Your leaders? Why would they need to know?" Gaz asked the Irken who was pulling her hand as he was marching to his lab. "The Tallest must know of this Sam and Dean Winchester! What if there are more of them? More hunters? They could amass an army of their FILTHY kind and make a pathetic attempt to ATTACK the Irken Armada!" ZIM loudly shouted near her ear, making her growl lightly. "I sincerely doubt they're gonna attack your people's armada. Even if they really wanted to, they wouldn't have the technology or ships to even get into space! Face it, they're just here to get you." Gaz quickly replied, wearing her usual scowl. "We must inform the Tallest because if they found out that some stupid humans revolted against MY INVASION OF EARTH and could possibly ATTACK the Armada, they're going to BLAME ME!" ZIM screamed, not wanting to be held responsible for a few humans plotting against the Massive on his watch. They arrived in the lab, a huge TV screen appeared in the center of the room. "Nice TV." Gaz admitted, slightly impressed by the size of the enormous flat screen. ZIM began to tap on a few buttons on the control panel, and the screen displayed the inside of the Massive.
The Tallests were laughing to themselves about something and shoving donuts in their mouths. They were spitting crumbs all over the place. They turn to face the screen, startled, unaware they were being watched by ZIM and a scary looking alien for a few seconds. They wiped donut crumbs off of themselves, quickly regaining their 'stern' composure. ZIM looked a bit nervous, while Gaz was initially unimpressed. ZIM! We didn't see you there!" Tallest Red announced. "Yeah, quit sneaking up on us!" Tallest Purple added on. "My, Tallest, I must inform you-" ZIM began to say, only to be interrupted by Red, who noticed Gaz glaring at them. "ZIM, who is that strange alien standing by your side?" Red questioned. ZIM fumbled with his thoughts. "Sir, this is my, uh, my Gaz! She is a HUMAN! She has agreed to assist the Irken Empire, and myself-" ZIM was again interrupted, but instead by Tallest Purple this time. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I'm gonna stop you right there! You!" He sternly said as he pointed at Gaz, "I like your hair! It's neat!" Purple suddenly smiled. "Thanks, I guess?" Gaz said to the Tall alien with purple eyes. "Um, my Tallests, she is here because she has information, and she is here to help the empire!" ZIM said. The Tallest just looked confused. "She wants to try out to be an Invader? What does she want? To conquer her own planet?" Red asked ZIM, curious as to why Gaz would want to help them. "That actually sounds like fun" Gaz coldly replied, smiling darkly, which sent chills through the Tallests' spines. "Uh, no my Tallests, that's MY JOB!" ZIM began to say, defending his title. "She is here because she has warned me of two hunters and her large headed brother, and they intend to hunt and kill me and probably the rest of our race. I come before you to warn the rest of the Empire, should these pathetic humans amass an army and try to revolt! BUT, I SHALL STOP THEM because I am so AMAZING, but just thought I would tell you about the two bounty hunters who want to desperately KILL ME!" The Tallests were too distracted by donuts to really listen or care. Until they heard the part about someone other than themselves wanting ZIM dead, and not being afraid to go after the crazed Irken. "ZIM," Red began to say, "You better stop these humans from even getting near the Armada! You must defend Irk with YOUR LIFE!" He tried to stifle a laugh while pretending to be serious and panic. "Yeah, ZIM, this your new IMPORTANT mission! Defeat them before they infiltrate the Massive!" Purple yelled, trying to pretend to be serious as well. "Yes, sirs!" ZIM saluted, taking his new fake mission very seriously. Gaz rolled her eyes at this, folding her arms. "If you succeed Invader ZIM, we shall give you an incredible reward!" Purple said "Oooh! A reward?! What is it?!" ZIM curiously asked with child-like excitement. "It's a surprise! Now move it ZIM!" Red commanded. "Yes, sirs! Invader ZIM signing off!"
The Tallests cut the transmission screen, making it go black. The Tallest began to cackle loudly in front of all the other Irkens aboard that ship. "I really hope these two hunters finally kill ZIM! Wouldn't that be great?!" Red announced to everybody, smiling. Purple continued to laugh. "Any bets on how or when he dies? Place your bets!" Purple asked the other Irkens, who began waging bets wildly. ZIM began running around his lab excitedly, gathering weapons and throwing them in a carrying case. "ZIM, did you seem to notice how...eager they were to get rid of you?" Gaz asked him genuinely. "Well of course they are eager to get rid of me! They have declared this my mission, and I must complete it as soon as possible! And you should feel honored! They liked your hair!" He shouted, completely blinded by his loyalty to the Tallest. "Yeah, I just feel so honored. I had no idea my hair looked so cool." Gaz said sarcastically. "Well, the mighty ZIM thinks your purple hair is very cool as well!" ZIM said as he looked mesmerized, reaching over and touching her bouncy reddish-purple colored hair. He liked feeling her soft hair, as much as he hated to admit it. "Uh, ZIM, that's enough of that." She told him, grabbing his arm and putting it down. ZIM frowned and looked a bit embarrassed that he was admiring her hair. He quickly redirected his attention back to the Winchesters. "Gaz-human, we must gather weapons and stop these Winchesters and your horrible brother!" "Fine, but I get to decide what happens to stupid Dib." Gaz said firmly. "What?! No way! He's MY ENEMY! I had to deal with him for six years!" ZIM shouted back. "What are you whining about?! I LIVE with him! I had to deal with him every day of my life, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for 16 years, with no break from him! We're keeping him alive, and I get to make him suffer horribly! Understand?!" The scary girl shouted back. "Hey! I should at least get to make him suffer too!" ZIM yelled. "Fine. Just one experiment, then hand him over to me! I will MAKE HIM PAY!" She yelled as she clenched her fist and pounded it through a metal wall, making a huge dent, not bothering her hand in the least. ZIM looked scared for a moment, but found it to be attractive. "Deal!" ZIM said, holding out his hand to shake hers. She shook his hand, before coldly saying "Deal." Together, they would plot and plan to stop the Winchester brothers and the Dib-worm. Together, they would make them pay for interfering in their lives.
Dib was hoping that this would be the day Gaz would finally pick up her phone and answer him. However, Dib's not that lucky, and she never did answer. The impala raced back to the Membrane household. Dean parked the car in the front of the yard, and he, Sam, and Dib bolted through the doors of the house. Gaz was nowhere to be seen. "Oh NO!" She must be with ZIM! She even forgot her Gameslave! She never goes anywhere without it!" Dib screamed and began to panic when he took notice of her Gameslave sitting on the coffee table. "Look, your sister seems tough, I'm sure we'll find her and she'll be okay." Sam reassured Dib. "I know she's tough, but I just don't trust ZIM!" Dib screamed. "Okay, kid, where do you have the alien fighting weapons?" Dean asked. "My room. And my Dad probably has some extra tech that we can use against him in the basement." Dib, trying to remain calm, told them. "Okay, Sam, go with him to his room. I'll go check out the basement" Dean directed them. Dib ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He and Sam went into the room. Dib placed his hand on a seemingly empty wall. A bioscan appeared and a robotic voice asked to scan his hand. The bio scanner showed a green light passing over the palm of his hand. It identified him correctly as 'Dib Membrane' and revealed a large hidden compartment within the wall of his room. Sam took a look around. He saw maps of where ZIM goes, maps of where other paranormal activity occurs, posters of bigfoot, aliens, and monsters of sorts. There was an open laptop featuring articles about ghosts, as well as a collection of random items that were supposedly haunted, including haunted gummy bears . It was clearly the room of someone obsessed with the paranormal. "Wow, this kid is way too obsessed with hunting the supernatural" He thought to himself, but tried not to pass judgement, as he knew many hunters who were just as obsessed as Dib and were even in possession of haunted objects. Well, except for the haunted gummy bears. That was just weird. Sam thought about taking some and giving them to Dean as a joke when this whole thing was over.
"Okay, I have alien cuffs, stun guns, -" Dib began to tell Sam, who interrupted him by repeating "Alien cuffs?" in question. "They render aliens unconscious." Dib answered with excitement. Sam just stared at him and thought about how strange this kid is. "Okay, laser guns, more stun guns, flamethrower, a sonic blaster I've managed to reverse engineer, oh and I'm keeping the crowbar to pry his Pak off." Dib continued to say. "No offense, but how are stun guns and lasers any better than our weapons?" Sam genuinely wanted to know. "Normal weapons won't work on him. Like I said before, his Pak will always heal him. The stun guns and lasers will give us our chance to stop him, get close enough to him and pry his Pak off. After ten minutes without his Pak, he'll just deteriorate and die. But once we remove the Pak, we have to be careful that its cables don't attach to one of us and embed itself into one of our bodies." Dib cautiously told Sam, who gave a look of concern. "What happens if the cables from the Pak embed?" Sam reluctantly asked, knowing full well it wouldn't be anything good. "I've already had the Pak embed into my stomach. I started to become ZIM. It was like I was possessed. His personality was taking over my body. If Gaz wouldn't have kicked it off, I would have died." Dib said while cringing just thinking about what happened on that dreadful day. "So, she saved your life?" Sam asked. "Yeah, she's saved my life a few times. Unfortunately, she also saved ZIM's life that day. I saw her kick the Pak over to him. She's the reason he's still alive." "Why would she want him to live? Do you have any idea?" Sam inquired. Dib shook his head before saying "No. I don't know. Maybe she doesn't see him as a threat. I thought maybe he forced her to save him, but she actually kinda seemed to sympathize with him. Or maybe she just left him alive to annoy me." Sam squinted his eyes, beginning to ponder why she had saved him. "If it was just to specifically annoy Dib, that seemed pretty stupid, but ZIM is unbearable to be around for six minutes, let alone six years. It would be a good way to get back at Dib for something. If she did in fact sympathize with him, why?" Sam thought to himself. "Do you remember anything else, Dib?" "I remember ZIM was screaming about 'his Pak wouldn't be compatible with my DNA', so it would have killed me." Dib answered. He remembered that crazy day vividly. The day he almost became his own worst enemy, almost died as a result, and his sister saving them both. It seemed like that was the day that something changed forever, and things were never really quite the same for Gaz, ZIM, and himself since that incident. "Okay, so even if ZIM's body is gone, if his Pak is intact and latches on to another member of his race, it'll be like he's alive again. Almost reincarnated?" Sam wondered, trying to understand strange, foreign alien technology at its finest. "Yeah, most likely. Which is why we need to figure out a way to destroy his Pak, so he can never return." Dib answered. "How do we destroy the Pak? Burn it? Smash it?" Sam asked. "If only it was that easy. His Pak is composed of metal alloys unknown to Earth. And it kept him alive this long. Burning it probably wouldn't work, I don't know if we can smash it because the alloys are strong. Maybe, if we can get it off, I could deactivate it or reset it. Erase him forever." Dib grew optimistic at the thought of deactivating or erasing ZIM forever. A smile came across his face. He would never have to make himself crazy about what evil plan ZIM is up to ever again. Everything would be so much better, the world could finally be free of ZIM, Dib thought.
Dean was in the basement, rummaging through a pile of old discarded technology and inventions that Dib's father stored there. "None of this stuff is useful in ganking an alien. Why the hell did he send me to organize his basement?" Dean asked himself, regretting going into a large basement full of high tech gadgets he was not familiar with. "Foodio 2,000? What the hell is that supposed to be? His chef?" Dean said aloud. He was overwhelmed with technology. Just when he decided that there was nothing remotely useful in there, and was walking away from the clutter, a small, square device with two cables fell from a pile of wiring and robotic parts. Dean picked up the small metal square. It was labelled "Memory override/Eraser. Cleans/Erases useless memory, frees up storage. Prototype: failed. Reason: crashes entire robotic operating system." "Huh...That kid said ZIM is his Pak, and his Pak is a computer robotic thing, maybe this could work. It could crash his system." Dean said to himself. He ran up the steps and headed to Dib's room. As he walked in the room, he was greeted by cheesy paranormal posters and maps of paranormal sightings. "There's a whole basement full of technology and tons of useful stuff, and you walk in empty handed?" Dib said with a hint of frustration in his voice. "No, kid. I think I just found your version of the holy grail." Dean told him while opening the palm of his hand to reveal the small square device. Dib gasped, running over to him and taking the small device from his hand. A glimmer of hope shined in his amber eyes. Sam came over for a closer look, inspecting the technology Dib was holding in his palm. "Talk about luck." Sam said in slight astonishment. "If this works, we can gank ZIM. And he can never return." Dean enthusiastically told Dib and Sam. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's grab some weapons and head to the base!" Dib yelled in excitement.
Dean, Sam and Dib rushed down the steps and headed out the front door. Sam and Dean ran to their car, while Dib started running toward the garage instead. "Hey crazy! In case you forgot, the car's this way!" Dean shouted to the boy. "I know. I'm taking my ride." Dib casually told the Winchesters. "Your ride? I thought your car was crushed?" Sam inquired. "My car is crushed, but my spaceship is perfectly intact" Dib said nonchalantly. He opened the garage door and lifted a large tarp to unveil Tak's ship. "Spaceship? Where did you get a spaceship?" Dean asked. "Long story short, I got it from an alien named Tak. She was here to get revenge on ZIM and destroy the world, but me, Gaz and ...even ZIM saved it." "ZIM saved the world? Why?" Sam wanted to know. "So he could destroy it later. It was a whole stupid pride thing or something." Dib answered. "Huh. Okay. Because that makes sense." Dean sarcastically replied as he pulled a small pie out of his coat pocket and began to quickly eat it, earning a scolding look from Sam. "Okay, let's get going! We gotta find Gaz and save the world!" Dib announced loudly and echoed throughout the small neighborhood, causing an old lady sitting in a lawn chair to yell "Shut up ya big headed freak!" "Sorry!" Dib yelled over to her as he jumped in Tak's ship, and the Winchester's got in their car and took off. "Stupid kids and their loud cars and U.F.O's!" The old lady yelled as she watched the ship take to the sky and the impala burn rubber in the quiet suburban neighborhood.
Dib was the first to arrive at ZIM's base. He landed the ship on the street. He scanned the area with his eyes cautiously. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. He awaited Sam and Dean's arrival, which wasn't long. The Winchesters came rather quickly, parking the car on the street in front of ZIM's house. Sam and Dean jumped out of the car. They looked at the strange house before them. It was a glowing, bluish colored, skinny house wedged in between two other normal looking houses, its cables and wires attached to them like a parasite. Various odd looking lawn ornaments were scattered among the yard, along with flags that say "I love Earth". "Dude, his house looks like a freak-show." Dean said with a mouthful of cherry pie. "Even I have to admit this is probably the strangest place we ever went to." Sam acknowledged. "Look out! His gnomes can fire lasers!" Dib warned them while pointing at seemingly harmless lawn ornaments. Sam and Dean marched past the ugly gnomes and right to the doorstep of the evil alien Invader.
Sam kicked down the door and peered in the front of the base. A small white robot with red eyes appeared with a vast array of small missiles emerging from its back, stood there in a defensive stance. It spoke in a serious tone of voice. "Must protect my master! You are intruders! Prepare to be eliminated!" "Holy crap! It's the dog!" Dean shouted. "Take it easy little robot- dog -thing. Put away the missiles. " Sam began to say. Gir tilted his head, dropping his defensive mode, and his big bright cyan eyes returned. But it wasn't because Sam told him to. Gir noticed a small pie sticking out of Dean's coat pocket. Pie is one of Dean's favorite snacks, and just so happens to be one of Gir's favorite snacks as well. "PIE!" Gir yelled in his usual shrill voice, pointing at the pie. Dean looked a bit confused. "He wants your pie!" Dib told him. "No! No way!" Dean shouted, making Gir go back into defensive mode. "This is our only way of getting in the base!" Dib screamed, yanking Dean's coat. "No! I need it! I'm hungry, and pie fuels me!" Dean yelled back. Sam scowled, getting frustrated by Dean's unwillingness to give a pie away. "Give the pie to that crazy robot before he blasts us into oblivion!" Dib screamed, growing desperate. He didn't come all this way only to be destroyed by Gir, and over a pie of all things. "Robots can't even eat pie!" Dean argued. Gir began to scream and cry like a crazy toddler, pounding his fists on the ground. "The pie, Dean. Just give it the freaking pie!" Sam finally yelled. "Fine. But you owe me pies! Both of you!" Dean said, reluctantly handing the pie to Gir. The robot snatched the pie away from him and swallowed it whole, walking away as if nothing was happening.
Sam, Dean, and Dib stormed through the front of the house with laser and stun guns pointed and ready to fire. It was eerily quiet. There was no sign of ZIM. Sam and Dean were turning the corners of the house cautiously. When Sam entered the hallway, he squinted his eyes at something tiny that was floating his way. A small, adorable looking robotic moose was hovering in front of him. The moose squeaked, looking as cute as possible. "What the hell?" Sam quietly said to himself. This caught Dib's attention. "No! Get away from the tiny moose!" Dib screamed. Suddenly, the tiny, seemingly harmless moose emitted a glow of purple energy, and high tech weapons emerged from it, pointing at Sam and Dib. "RUN!" Dib screamed, running away. The small moose fired a weapon, which blasted apart ZIM's sofa with ease. Sam dodged the blasts left and right, throwing various objects in the room at the tiny moose. "Sammy?" Dean asked to see if his brother was okay as he came into the living room, only to see a cute tiny moose wielding super weapons. "It's the moose, Dean!" Sam shouted. Sam and Dean suddenly heard evil laughter in the midst of all the chaos, and the large TV in the room flickered. A transmission came through and an image of ZIM appeared, laughing at them all. "Mwahahahahaha! Did you really think you would just come into the AMAZING ZIM's house and actually live to tell about it?! Well, prepare your bladders for imminent release! Watch as I not only destroy you, but I shall then take on the rest of your pathetic planet UNOPPOSED!" ZIM yelled, as he sat in a large looking chair with Gaz by his side. This shocked Dib to his core. "Gaz?! What are you doing helping ZIM?!" Dib screamed, about ready to lose what was left of his sanity. "I just couldn't help myself." Gaz said sarcastically while smirking. "Turn back. I'm warning ALL of you. LEAVE. ZIM. ALONE." She darkly emphasized. "Yeah, not happening, sweetheart." Dean firmly said, causing her to growl. "You heard her, Dean! Then I shall leave you to your moosey fate Sam and Dean! And Dib-stink!" ZIM screamed like a lunatic before cutting the transmission.
Mini moose fired a laser which hit Dean in the arm. "Ouch!" Another laser hit Dib's hair, catching it on fire. "AAAAAAAAAAAH! HAIR ON FIRE!" Dib screamed. Gir came walking through the the chaos holding a milkshake, which Sam immediately grabbed and threw it on Dib's head, putting out the fire in his hair. Gir began to cry hysterically. Dean tried to swat minimoose, but was failing to as the little moose accurately dodged all of his moves, as well as Dib's and Sam's efforts to grab him. "What are we gonna do?! That little robot is kicking our butts!" Dib screamed. "I don't know about you, but I am not being taken out by a freakin' tiny moose!" Dean said, ducking for cover aside of the TV stand. "That's it! It's a robot! Dib! Use the memory eraser!" Sam commanded. "Oh, okay!" Dib said as he pulled it out of his pocket. As he had it in his hand and approached the moose, the moose blasted his wrist, causing him to drop it and slide away from him. "Sammy, grab it!" Dean yelled over to him. Sam tried to grab it, but the moose blocked him. Suddenly, the little moose was grabbed by a hand. Gir simply reached in the air, grabbing the moose, and tugging on its nubby legs, squeezing its stomach. This motion deactivated the weapons arsenal in the moose immediately, and made the moose return to its normal, adorable harmless state of being. The moose gave Gir a little squeak. "Aww! I missed you too moose! Let's go swimmin'!" Gir said excitedly as he ran out the front door with the moose in its hand, before anyone could erase its memory.
"What the in the hell just happened?! We nearly got our asses kicked by a toy moose with weapons!" Dean shouted in frustration. "This is what I have to deal with EVERYDAY! And then they wonder why I'm crazy! Well this is why!" Dib screamed. " And your sister is working with ZIM. She defended him. She's protecting him. " Sam said directly to Dib. "No she's not! It's so obvious he planted a brain probe or control bug on her so she follows his every command! So he can hypnotize her with his mind control!" Dib screamed, trying to reason the whole ZIM/Gaz situation that was before him. "He can do that?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I saw him do it to this Nick kid once. And before he tried to hypnotize Gaz and ended up hypnotizing my whole class!" Dib answered. "Listen, whatever we do, we can't hurt her." Dib insisted. "Don't worry, we're not gonna hurt her. But we are gonna help her." Sam reassured him. Suddenly, the TV in front of them began to receive another transmission, but not from ZIM this time. Two Tall aliens appeared on the screen in front of all of them, one wearing a red armored body suit, and the other wore a purple one. "ZIM?! Is he dead yet?" Tallest red asked. "Who the hell are you, buddy?" Dean defiantly questioned. "We are the Almighty Tallests! We are ZIM's leaders. We rule the powerful Irken empire! And who might you be?" Red demanded to know. "We're here to kill ZIM. If you keep sending your soldiers, we'll just keep hunting them." Sam replied. "You'll never take over Earth!" Dib added on, making purple chuckle lightly. "You know, ZIM is our strongest, bravest, most loyal soldier the Irken Empire has ever seen!" Red began to tell the three of them. "If you manage to defeat him, to destroy him, we will stop Operation Impending Doom 2 from coming to Earth. That means no organic sweep, no hostile takeover. We will spare Earth and leave your planet alone. It is our custom." Red promised them. "If you succeed, and judging by your tall statures you just might, bring ZIM's destroyed Pak in front of this screen as evidence he was obliterated." Purple instructed. "Wait. What does killing your strongest soldier prove?" Sam asked. "It proves you are a worthy race, and we will leave your planet alone!" Purple quickly responded, trying desperately to have ZIM killed. "We'll send you a complimentary box of donuts, the best the galaxy has to offer. We'll even have a monument built in honor of the one who kills ZIM." Red said, trying to contain his joy at the thought of finally getting rid of ZIM. "Okay, we'll bring his broken Pak here and you promise to stop your Armada from coming here? You'll spare the Earth?" Sam inquired. "Yes, we promise. It is our customs. And we honor our customs." Red said seriously. "Well, okay then. Let's gank the son of a bitch!" Dean said full of enthusiasm. "Wait before we go, we just wanted to tell that kid...that your head is REALLY LARGE!" Purple said in bewilderment. "How did he get such a large head! It's just not natural!" Purple shouted. "Hey! My head's not that large!" Dib screamed. The Tallest then cut the transmission, and the screen went black.
"Okay, we gotta find out where ZIM was transmitting from." Dean commanded. "Any way to do that kid?" He asked Dib. "UM, NO! I don't know where he is right now!" Dib responded, scratching his large head. A ringing sound went off, breaking the silence in the destroyed looking room. Sam's phone was ringing loudly, and he reached into his coat pocket to get it. "Seriously! The end of the world is happening and you need to answer your phone?" Dib said to Sam, who shot him an annoyed look before answering it. "Hello. Yes, this is Agent Plant...Okay...that is bizarre. Is he alive? ...Which hospital is he in? ...Alright. We'll get there as soon as we can to investigate and interview him...No problem...bye." Sam hung up the phone and grimaced. "That was Craig. Apparently, one of the kids from Dib's Skool, Torque Smackey, is in the hospital. He claims he was attacked by a vampire, was bit in the neck and drained of some blood. According to Craig, Torque seems to be in shock and is muttering weird things." Sam said. "Torque?! Is he okay?" Dib asked. "Yeah, he's awake. We need to get there as soon as possible." Sam said. "Wow. Two jobs in one day! Since when do two monsters happen to be in the same town at the same time?" Dean wondered, growing suspicious. "We have to finish this one first. He has my sister!" Dib said. "Of course. One at a time. We'll gank ZIM first." Sam assured him. A loud whirring sound began to shake the walls of the base. It almost sounded like stomping, and it grew louder and louder with every step. "You hear that?" Sam asked Dean and Dib. "Yeah. It's getting louder. It's probably ZIM!" Dib screamed. "Never a dull moment around here." Dean complained to Dib. "You should try living my life!" Dib complained as he held his hands around his ears. Sam, Dean and Dib raced outside. They watched in bewilderment as they saw who was arriving, and particularly what they were arriving in. ZIM and Gaz are coming, and they're bringing some doom to the quiet neighborhood. Today was going to be a Hell-Day.
