Go to the Invader Zim wiki and look up the names of the kids in this fic and you'll see what they look like, unless you already know who they are.
NOTE: There will probably be grammar mistakes which I will fix later.
"Raisins? Seriously?" Skoodge stuck his tongue out in disgust as he inspected a cookie, which Zim angrily snatched out of his hand.
"Do not touch these cookies!" Zim snapped as he placed the cookie back on the plate with the others. "These are for the children!"
"Yeah, but why raisins?" Skoodge asked. "Nobody likes raisins. Why not chocolate chips instead?"
"Because I don't have any chocolate chips! Raisins were all that I had! Now look, we are wasting much valuable time! We must have at least twenty children eat one cookie each by midnight." He shoved the plate into Skoodge's chest. "I am counting on you, Skoodge."
"Why can't you do it?" the fat Irken whined.
"Because I need to look for a gift for the Dib. It is an Earth tradition to give out presents at birthday parties. Not because we're friends, you know, 'cause we're not," he added the last part quickly.
"Well, why can't you get GIR to do it?"
Zim's ruby eyes flickered over to the couch where GIR sat. The robot was sucking on the TV remote like a candy cane. "As much as I love GIR, he is too...stupid. You're the only one I can trust to get the job done." He noticed that Skoodge was smiling weirdly at him. "What?"
"Awww," Skoodge cooed. "You just admitted that you love GIR."
Zim's eyes bugged out and his antennas sunk back in embarrassment. "Whatever!" he shouted and started up push Skoodge toward the door. "Just get out there and do your job!"
"But how am I supposed to sell twenty disgusting rasin cookies by midnight?"
"If I can sell over 1.2 million units of Poop Dawg's candy in twenty-four hours, you can sell twenty cookies in less than eight hours." He roughly pushed the fat Irken outside and slammed the door shut.
Skoodge sighed exasperatedly and went down the steps of the porch.
"And remember, do NOT eat a single cookie!" Zim yelled to him from behind the door.
"Yeah, yeah, I know that!" Skoodge yelled back as he walked down the sidewalk.
...
He knocked on the front door of the first house. A small boy answered, and Skoodge put on a big grin, showing his zipper teeth.
"Hello, boy-slash-girl," he greeted as he rehearsed. "Would you like a free sample of our delicious cookies?"
The boy's face lit up with excitement. "Free? Heck yeah!" He picked up a cookie and was about to eat it when he noticed the raisins on it. "Raisins?! Yuck! No way!" He threw the cookie at Skoodge's face and slammed the door shut.
Skoodge sighed and picked up the cookie from the ground, brushing the dust and dirt off. "This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought."
...
And Skoodge was right. For two hours, he had been going from door to door offering free cookies, but not a single kid would take one due to the raisins on them. He knew that this plan wouldn't work, but Zim was one who was too stubborn for his own good.
Sighing in defeat, he sat down on the porch of the last house that he visited. "This is completely hopeless," he mumbled as he held up a cookie and fiddled with it. "No one is gonna want raisin cookies, even if they are free."
Just then a man in a blue suit and a briefcase in his hand approached the porch. "Excuuuuse me, young man," he said in a high-pitched voice as he stepped around Skoodge. He straightened his tie and knocked on the door.
An obese lady with a tiny bun in her thin hair opened the door and glared at the man. "Look whatever you're selling, we don't want any," she snapped.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the man smiled and opened up his briefcase, showing its contents to her. "I'm selling new hair sprays that haven't even been introduced in the cosmetics market yet."
"I already got hairs prays," the woman huffed.
"Ah, but do you have hair sprays that make you grow even more hair?"
Now the woman was interested. "Really?"
The man grinned even wider. "Why yes! Our scientists have added a formula that stimulates hair growth! Not only will your hair smell beautiful, it will look even more beautiful than it already is!"
The woman blushed and giggled while twirling a tiny strand of hair that hung by her ear. "Oh, well, in that case...I'll take seven!"
Skoodge's jaw dropped as he watched her hand the salesman a rather large stack of money and anxiously take several cans of hair spray from out of his briefcase. As he went down the steps of the porch and counted his money, he chuckled and muttered, "Sucker."
Skoodge rubbed his chin thought. That guy just sold his merchandise through flattery and deceit. A grin slowly formed on his face as he got an idea.
...
Rob answered and looked at the green fat kid with the cookies suspiciously.
"Hello, boy-slash-girl!" Skoodge greeted him with a smile. "I am giving out free samples of our raisin cookies. Now I know what you're thinking: who wants to eat anything with raisins in it? But these aren't just ordinary raisins. They, uh..." His fake blue human eyes looked up to the two tuffs of orange hair on Rob's head. "They help you grow more hair!"
The boy seemed pleased with this and took a cookie. "Really? Neat! I wanna grow a Mohawk!"
As Rob munched on his cookie, Skoodge took off down the street giggling madly to himself. "I can't believe it! It's working!"
...
"If you eat even just one, you'll be rid of all those disgusting pimples within a few hours!"
Jessica snatched a cookie and poked one of her zits. "Might as well," she huffed. "That anti-zit cream is useless."
Skoodge watched in disgust as white pus oozed out from the zit. "Ew...!"
...
"..you'll be cured of that pink eye!"
Pinky, who was suffering from another ugly case of pink eye, squealed in delight and took a cookie.
...
"...you'll shoot lasers out of your eyes!"
"AHH! WICKED COOL!" Melvin screeched and tried to take two cookies instead of just one.
"Whoa, hey!" Skoodge snatched a cookie from him. "Just one!"
"GIMMIE MORE!" Melvin tried to reach for the plate of cookies but Skoodge took off running. The crazed boy chased after the scared Irken, making weird animalistic sounds.
...
"...you'll, uh...look less ugly?"
"Jolly good! I'll take one!" Willy declared in his British accent, still brainwashed from the Skool election event about a year ago.
...
Within one hour, Skoodge had given away nineteen cookies and there was only one left. And he had plenty of time to spare, as it was only 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He smiled confidently to himself as he walked up to the last house and knocked on the door. To his surprise, a familiar face answered.
"Oh, hey, you're, uh, Keef, right? Zim's friend?"
The obsessive ex-best friend of Zim glared hatefully at Skoodge. "Best friend, actually," he corrected through gritted teeth.
Skoodge raised an eye ridge. "Okaaaaaaay. Anyway, Zim and I are passing out free cookies." He held out the plate to Keef. "And there's only one left. Want one?"
Slowly the corners of Keef's mouth lifted into an evil, predatory smile. "Sure. Sure, I'll take one." He opened the door all the way and gestured for Skoodge to come in. "In fact, why don't you come in for a bit? A friend of Zim's is a friend of mine."
Suddenly Skoodge got a really bad vibe and something was telling him to make a run for it. "Uh...you know what? No thanks. I'll just be on my way and-"
But before he could turn back, Keef all of a sudden lunged at him with a sack and pulled it down over his head, leaving him in complete darkness.
The sack was abruptly taken from his head and he found himself tied to a folding chair in a dark room. He could see a washer and a dryer as well as a stack of cardboard boxes, and he came to the conclusion that he was in a basement.
His kidnapper came into view and smiled evilly as he munched on his cookie. "Welcome to my home, Skoodge," he said in an eerily calm voice.
"Uh, Keef, why did you blind me and then tie me to this chair?" Skoodge asked a bit nervously.
The boy sneered and leaned in close to Skoodge's face. "Because you're a dirty, rotten best friend stealer." He clutched Skoodge's tunic and pulled him even closer to the point that their faces nearly touched. "Zim is my best friend. Not yours. Mine."
"Wait...is that what this is all about?" Skoodge asked incredulously. "You think I stole Zim from you or something?"
"That's right," Keef hissed. He let go of Skoodge's tunic and stepped back. "And after I get rid of you, Zim and I will be best friends again." His expression softened as he reminisced about that time when they were friends for just one day. He sighed blissfully. "Yeah, I've never been so happy in my entire life."
The fat Irken gulped. "S-So...what are you planning to do to me?"
Immediately the evil expression on Keef's face returned and he walked over to the stack of cardboard boxes. He picked one out and started to empty it of its contents.
Skoodge's face instantly paled. "Oh no. You're gonna kill me, aren't you? You're gonna chop me up into pieces and put whatever's left of me in that box! And then you're gonna bury that box in some ditch or drop it into a bottomless pit, aren't you?! AREN'T YOU?!"
Keef stopped and looked over at Skoodge. "What? No! I'm just gonna mail you to China."
Skoodge instantly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, wait a minute. I can't go to China now. I gotta go to Dib's birthday party tomorrow! Plus I don't have a passport."
"Well, too bad," Keef glared at him as he went up the stairs. "You're going to China tomorrow and there's nothing you can do it. I'll be right back." The door slammed shut and Skoodge was left alone in the basement.
"Oh, man," Skoodge muttered. "That Earth boy is nuts. I gotta outta here." He strained to wiggle his way out of the ropes that bound him but was unsuccessful. Then he tried to jump out of the ropes but only caused the chair to hop around.
"Okay, okay. Then I'll just have to run with the chair still tied to me." He tilted the chair forward so that his feet would touch the ground. But he quickly regretted it as he fell flat on his face and broke a few of his teeth off. As he spat them out, he groaned miserably. "Oh, it's hopeless. I'll never get outta here. Guess I'll just have to get used to eating my meals with chopsticks from now on."
Then his eyes bulged out as he suddenly got an idea. "Wait. Duh! Of course!"
The mechanical spider legs popped out of his pak and cut the ropes in the process. Now freed, he quickly looked around for another exit other than the door. He grinned as he spotted an awning window high above his head and used his spider legs to climb up the wall. As he started to push the window outward, the door suddenly opened and Keef came back down the stairs with some tape and stamps.
"I'm back! Now let's get started on..." His eyes popped out when he saw Skoodge trying to crawl under the awning window and make an escape. He dropped his stuff and ran back upstairs.
When the alien saw that he was discovered and running out of time, he clawed wildly at the grass as he pushed harder than he ever had in his life. When his fat body was finally able to squeeze through, he sprinted down the street and headed for Zim's base.
Then he heard a ding-ding from behind him and glanced back as he continued to run. Keef was chasing after him on his bike, and seeing that deranged, bloodthirsty look in his eyes made Skoodge pick up the pace. But his tiny little legs were no match for the wheels of the bike and Keef was getting closer.
In a desperate attempt to lose him, Skoodge made a sharp turn and headed down a steep grassy hill. He quickly realized that this was a grave mistake as the hill made Keef's bike go even faster and he was nearly upon him.
"Oh, come on!" Skoodge wailed and focused his attention back to the path in front of him. He was heading straight for a single tree and immediately got an idea. He waited until he was close enough before he leapt to the right and dodged the tree just in time.
Keef screamed as he continued to ride straight into the tree.
BAM!
After painfully colliding with the tree, Keef slid down the trunk and landed on his back, his face now covered with bruises and splinters. And then a whole bunch of acorns dropped down upon him, covering him in a pile.
Skoodge winced at the scene. "Ooh. That's gotta hurt."
Keef's head popped out at the sound of squirrels chittering. He looked up and sure enough, a multitude of squirrels were staring down at him with black hungry eyes. They slowly made their way down and surrounding the boy. Then they all lunged at him, making blood-chilling screeching sounds which mixed in while Keef's screams of terror.
Skoodge watched in horror as the squirrels completely covered the pile of acorns, and soon afterwards they dispersed. There were no acorns left...nor any sign of Keef. Except for a tiny device that flashed a red light. He walked over to where it lay and very gently picked it up.
It was a tiny robot spider that was about the size of a bead, smaller even.
"Oh, man. Zim is gonna kill me."
When he returned to the base later that night, he saw Zim wrapping up a present in the kitchen. Upon hearing the fat Irken enter the house, he quickly turned around and grinned.
"Ah, Skoodge! Took you long enough! I trust that you have succeeded in giving away all of the cookies?"
Skoodge chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah...almost."
The smile on Zim's face dropped and he narrowed his ruby eyes. "What do you mean, 'almost'?" he asked with some anger in his voice. He should've known that Skoodge would somehow foul up.
"Well, I gave away nineteen!" Skoodge quickly explained, then he held out the robot spider to Zim. "I just had some...trouble with the last one. You know that Keef kid?"
Zim's antenna went straight up at the mention of that human's name. "Yeah...?"
"You weren't kidding, Zim. He was totally insane! He kidnapped me and locked me up in his basement and threatened to mail me to China! Luckily, I escaped and then he got eaten by some squirrels."
Zim looked at him skeptically, and Skoodge had a feeling that he wasn't really buying it. "Okaaaaay? Anyway! Not a complete loss." He picked up the robot spider in between his thumb and index finger and observed it. "As we speak, these little control spiders are making their way toward the children's brains. All we have to do now is wait until midnight for them to activate, and then the children's minds will be ours to control. They'll have no choice but to do our bidding."
"Wow. Can those tiny little things really control minds, Zim?" Skoodge asked in awe.
"Of course they can!" Zim snapped, feeling slightly offended. "You question my genius?"
"Well, if you were such a genius, you would've used chocolate chips instead of raisins," Skoodge sassed.
SLAP!
"OW! Just saying!"
At the stroke of midnight, as the nineteen infected children slept, the control spiders that were latched onto their brains all at once activated and flashed green instead of red.
Each child opened his or her eyes, revealing their pupils which were now glowing green...
Well, what's happening here? What on Earth does Zim have planned for these kids that now have robot spiders in their heads? Can any of you guys guess?