mmkay. So we find ourselves at the final chapter my friends!!!! which, though this may sound dissappointing, is quite the relief to me, as im working on a Sweeney Todd fic that looks pretty promising...in my eyes at least...im just gonna stop talking.

Final Chapter!!!!

Loved after all!!!!

The dryer rumbled. There was a steady and annoying beep, which led Dib to sigh and pull his dog-piss-free pants from the small dryer door. He quickly pulled his favorite pair of black pants on over his boxers (which were printed with smiley faces!!! XD) and tapped his feet anxiously as he zipped them up. No one was home, so standing in the laundry room in his underwear didn't really bother him. He pulled out his black jean jacket next, also free of urine, and smelling strongly of 'fresh minty blizzard in heaven'. (lolz)

One would assume with Dib's nature that the next thing he'd do would be to run after Zim, but after the day's activities, all he wanted to do was let his brain cells fry from the TV and eat some Doritoes. Accompanied with Mountain Dew of course. He grabbed his things and took a flying leap at the couch, only to miss it, landing face down on the carpet. Dib scoffed and plopped down. The Mountain Dew had taken the fall with him and it blew up in a fizzy blast in his face when he cracked it open.

"At least I know the Doritoes won't explode." he sighed and began to work open the bag. Only to have that blow up in his face as well. Fiery Jhabinaro!!! "GAHH!!!!" he screamed as the spicy powder clung to his Mountain Dew drenched face. It had also worked its way somehow up his nose as well.

"CAN THINGS GET ANY WORSE!!!!??????"

Ring, ring, ring...

"Man, where'd Gaz put the phone?"

Ring, ring ring!!!!

"Eh...can't find it. I'll just let the answering machine get it."

Ring, ring, r-ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE!!!!!

Dib rolled his eyes as answered it upon finding its whereabouts under the couch.

"Hello?"

"Check yur Mail-boxxx"

"Hello? Who is this?"

The phone was hung up. "Well. Nothin else to do. I guess I'll go check my mailbox."

Meanwhile...

"What a day this has been! Whew!!!" cried Zim as he busted open the front door. "GIR!!??" No answer "GIR!!! WHERE YOU AT!!???" He stood there looking around. A peculier odor was coming from the kitchen. He walked cautiously to it. "Gir...you in here? WHAT THE-?"

Gir was removing a fresh ear of corn from a large pot on the stove, next to which was a plate with a stack of at least 22 more ears of veggie on it. Gir turned to look at him. He was in SIR mode, as his normally blue features had turned bright red.

"Gir...what are you doing?"

"Making corn." he said in a strong, indifferent, perhapse even angry voice. He placed the new ear atop the stack and walked the plate over to the kitchen table.

"Why?"

"I dunno. I seen it on a movie today!" he said, his features going light blue again for just a minute, then snapping back to red. He put a black farmer's hat on his head before he proceded to munch the corn.

Zim's arms dropped to his side and he just stood there baffled, before turning and going to the TV to watch it. He flipped through the channels until he came upon a show that centered around a kitty thing that was wearing a pointy eared purple hat and suit. Apparently it cooked things. Gir marched in through the door, the hat still a top his head, with his plate of corn and he jumped up onto the couch next to Zim. He turned his head quickly, but in a creepy manner to stare at Zim for a few seconds, then snapped it back forward. He turned blue.

"You know wat? I love this show..." he said beginning to eat the corn.

"I know Gir, I know."

BACK AT DIB'S MAILBOX!!!!!!

There was a large box. A bow topped the whole ridiculous looking thing off.

"To Dib, with love..." he said, reading of the card hanging from its side. He turned facing the street. "GUESS WHAT WORLD!!! IM LOVED AFTER ALL!!!!" he yelled happily.

He began jumping up and down, but was to caught up in the moment to notice the box's lid rising up a bit and green scaley fish man poking his head out.

"What the-?" Dib began.

"IM OLD GREGG MUTHA FUCKAS!!!" yelled the thing, who was presumably Old Gregg. (dadadadaaaaaah!!! today's cameo!!!)

He jumped up, sending the lid flying off the box, then dove out, and crouched in front of Dib. Now that he could get a good look at him, this old Gregg guy was friking scary looking. White go-go boots, green seaweedy hair, purple t-shirt, silver jacket, pink skirt??? And red lipstick...what a hooker.

"I like you. What do you think of me?"

Dib stood there...nearly peeing his pants.

"Don't Lie to me BOY. Make an assesment!"

"I-I-I," Dib stammered.

"I'm gonna hurt you..."

"WHAT!??"

"Ever drink Baileys from a shoe? Wanna go to a club where people wee on each other?" asked Gregg.

"N-no..." said Dib, tearing up a bit from fear.

"Do you love me?"

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!"

"I KNOW WAT UR THINKIN'!!! THAT I'M A SCALEY MAN FISH!!!! WELL YOU DON'T KNOW ME!! YOU DON'T KNOW WAT I GOT!!!!!!" Gregg slowly pulled up his skirt, exposing a great white beam of light and gust of wind.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!!!!??? THAT'S MY VAGINA!!!! I'VE GOT A MANGINA!!!!! IM OL' GREEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dib shrieked in paralyzing fear and ran as fast as he could to the 711 down the street, while the girl he had met and been infatuated with earlier giggled evily from the bushes at this creepy, but hilarious sight.

"Suppose I should let him off easy this time." she said and began to walk up the street, while Old Gregg took off in the opposite direction. That prank had worked out great. Ha ha. Funny...

AT THE MO FO 711!!!!!!!!!!!

"CASHIERE!!! HELP!! THERE'S A TRANSVESTITE PROSTITUE OUT THERE WHO WANTS TO RAPE ME!!!!!!!!" yelled Dib banging his fists down on the counter, while dissinterested customers looked on.

"You want a pretzel with that or what man?" the cashier said. He must've been a freshly graduated highschool student. He certainly had a stupid look on his face.

"WOULD YOU WANT A PRETZLE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!!!????"

"Sure...those would go great with a prostitute..."

"What?"

Just then, the girl from earlier opened the door, a menacing air about her.

"Hey, that transvestite prostitute you were talking about is here. Damn. She's hott."

Dib turned to see her and smacked his forehead.

"THAT'S NOT HIM!! HE WAS A SCALEY MAN FISH THING!!!!"

"Oh right. Listen, I gotta pee so some other chick is gonna take your order okay?"

Dib just walked away.

The girl approached him.

"Oh...h-hi..." stammered Dib. (awwwww) a warm blush was creeping over his face. The girl punched him in the forehead, leaving behind a red mark and a sticky note. Strangely, it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it was going to.

"That's my number. Call me sometime." she said. The quickly kissed the spot she had punched and skipped off, the menacing air dissapearing.

"Woah."

AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!:

so I know this wasn't much of an ending, but my ideas have gotten a bit dried out for this story. My apologies!!!!! I will write a better story with a better ending perhapse sometime later. Just keep an eye open I suppose. AND AS FOR THE SONG:

EVERYBODY JOIN IN!!!!

Picture yourself on a boat on a river, with tangerine trees, and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you you answer quite slowly, a girl with calidascope eyes

Sulifane flowers of yellow and green,

towering over your head

look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone.

LUCY IN THE SKYYYYY WITH DIAMONDS!!!

lol. so anyways, thanks for reading. this was a fun story to write, however, i unfortunately got a bit bored with it and it was coming to its end anyways...but thankyou for all of your wonderful reviews and comments and i apologize if this last chapter was a let down for anyone. :/

I'm thinking about possible rewriting the ending sometime in the future though. and be on the lookout for any upcomming Invader Zim fics from me i guess. Peace brothers!!! KOOKOOKATCHOO KOOKOOKATCHOO!!!!